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A street lamp flickered outside a cozy home, snow falling outside. It was gentle, though unlike what was going on inside. Anyone could hear the yelling from the street, and see the angered shadows through the crack in the curtains.
Chance, Mafioso, and Itrapped were having the largest argument in their whole relationship. Itrapped stepped forward, closer towards chance.
“I can't believe this, you would just lie to us and hide this from us! We’ve been here for you forever, and yet you keep this kind of secret!?” Itrapped questioned, an angry look in his eye.
“I’m sorry, okay!? What else do you want?!” Chance yelled back. Mafioso stepped in, and put a hand on Itrapped's shoulder. “Calm down, both of you. Chance, why would you hide this from us? We spent months getting you help, and trying to help you quit, but you go right back to slitting like a teenage girl.”
Tears began to well up in Chance’s eyes, but they quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of their coat. “I’m just so overwhelmed! You two always treat me like I'm weak, and I'm sick of it! If you can't treat me like a human being, then I'm outta here!” Chance grabbed his bag, and speed walked towards the door.
Itrapped, reached for their arm, but only brushed against the fabric of their coat as Chance began to break into a sprint, running into the cold, dark night. “Wait, Chance!” Itrapped tried to run after them, but mafioso grabbed them, and held them in place. “He’ll come back eventually. It’ll do you no good to run out in the cold”
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Chance did not, in fact, return eventually. It had been a few days, and no sign of him. The bunnies had been worried, Spade spending the time pacing, and Gubby clinging to Mafioso like a lifeline. Itrapped had stayed with his friends, Ellernate and Caleb244, just to widen the area they could search.
Soon, they both met up at the same house, although less cozy and more desolate. “Any sign of chance?” Mafioso asked, his voice full of an achy tiredness, with a hint of desperation. “Sadly no. I take it you haven't seen anything either?” Mafioso opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. He picked it up, to be met with Chance calling him. He quickly picked up and put it on speaker, and immediately flew into questioning. “Chance, where are you!? Where have you been!? Why did you leave so suddenly!?” There was a pause on the other end, before an unfamiliar voice spoke on the line.
“This isn't Chance… It's his friend, Elliot.” The mysterious “Elliot” person sounded like they were holding back tears, horribly concealing their distraught. “Chance… Chance’s dead. Their body was found in the alleyway on Berry Avenue.”
both Mafioso and Itrapped stood still in horror, both of their faces pale, as if they've seen a ghost. This time, Itrapped spoke up. “What is this, some sick joke!? It's not funny!” Elliot’s voice cracked in the line, the dam they slowly built up slowly starting to spill over. “I wish it was. My best friend of 9 years is dead, and you think I'm joking? I know this is hard for you, but you can't lash out at the messenger.” “Fine. Just, tell me where I can see them.” Itrapped asked, bits of desolate resignation seeping into his voice like poison.
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After going to the funeral, both Itrapped and Mafioso returned to their small house, all essences of anything happy gone from the cold house. They would never hear Chance’s laughter again, the bright sound that would make anyone smile. They would never lay on the couch together, cuddling like a pile of rabbits, and they would never get to live the happy life together they deserved. Their lives had changed for the worse, and would never be the same. They couldn't keep going unless they were all together.
One day, Itrapped walked up to Mafioso, and sat beside him. “You know, life isn't as good as it's chalked up to be. I’m tired of it” Itrapped stated.
“And what do you suppose we do about that?” Mafioso responded dryly, not giving much thought.
“We should all be together, in the afterlife” “that's not what he would've wanted, he’d want us to live a fulfilling life until we eventually meet each other in the afterlife” “but I can't wait that long. I miss him more than words can express, and I know you do too. I’m going to join him. You can come with me or not” and with that, Itrapped left, heading into their shared bedroom.
Mafioso sat for a few hours, until he finally stood up, heading into the bedroom as well. He expected to find itrapped lying in bed or taking a shower, but instead found him hanging from the ceiling. Mafioso nearly threw up when he looked up, seeing Itrapped's cloudy eyes unblinking and glazed over. He shed a few tears, just as he had done days prior. A note was on the desk across the room. He quickly picked it up and read it. We’re waiting for you. It read: “There's a handgun in the drawer below this paper. I love you, and I hope we all are together again” Mafioso opened the drawer, revealing the handgun, and picked it up. He clicked the safety off, and then picked up his phone. He texted Soldier, his most trusted henchman, to take over for him, and then shut the phone off for good. Mafioso set the gun under his chin, and fired. The sound reverberated throughout the empty room, though there was nobody around to hear it. The house once full of life was devoid of it, never to be as warm and bright as it once was.