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.. A plushie

A plushie of one of the killers who tormented him so with thoughts of absolutely wrecking the poor guy.

"Hey, Chance, don't you know this guy?", one admin passed along to him
"❓👉🧸🤔", a certain demolition worker signed to him.

..

Yeah, right.

Chance stared at the plushie on their lap, clutching their fedora tightly and keeping it straight on their head as their mind raced with thoughts. 

What if this was some kind of joke for April Fool's the others conjured up within their tortured induced minds? 

Well, it's not like Chance's crush on the mafia member was exactly hidden.

Every time Mafioso was sprinting towards another survivor, Chance would taunt him and blow a kiss, or when he was being strangled to death, he'd slyly lick his lips and wink at the one causing his untimely demise.

..

Okay. Maybe it was just a prank caused by the others. 

Maybe Shedletsky's idea? He was the next unserious one in line (when not fighting for his life in rounds) besides Chance himself.

Their mind was instantly snapped out of their thoughts when a knock came on the cabin's door. They peeked out the barely covered windows, for the blinds were too small, seeing the familiar face of 007n7. 

A grimace spiked up, before they pushed it down and sighed. Chance turned the handle, putting their hands on their hips.

"What's up, 7n7? You need something?" It was obvious in his tone that they didn't want 007n7 there, but, nobody else really did either, so don't blame them.

007n7 gulped, and put his hands together a little before scratching the back of his neck. "Uh— I do, actually. I ran out of sugar, and I'm trying to bake cookies. .. Err, to remind myself of my son. We used to bake cookies every Sunday, I enjoyed it a lot, so I'm just .. Dragging my mind alo—"

Chance held out a hand, crossing his arms afterwards. "Alright, yeah, you love your son. Be right back, stay here." 

Turning on his heel, Chance walked to the kitchen, the expensive shoes he wore that were starting to wear down from years of walking  clicking on the hard wood floor. After maybe.. 

Two months? Three? Time never passed normally in this limbo, he thought he wouldn't be able to get used to the interior so soon.

.. The thought kind of scared him a little.

Though, it was quickly broken when he heard a shout.

"Chance, what's this little plushie on the floor?"

And that caused him to drop the sugar and sprint back to the entrance. 007n7 was holding the plushie of the killer inside of his hands, examining it sharply, never letting any detail escape his gaze.

 "Did you make this? It's pretty good, I didn't know you could make plushies, Chance!" 007n7 sparked up, putting a finger up as he started to ramble about how him and c00lkidd used to spend all day crafting little projects.

Chance rubbed his temples, grumbling as he walked over to 007n7 and snatched the plush of Mafioso back. "Don't— .. I don't know what the hell this is either. Randomly appeared on my doorstep—" 

"You shouldn't just take in random stuff, Chance." 007n7 piped in.

"—so I decided to bring it in with me, 'cuz I was curious."

Silence, the blood rushing to Chance's ears causing them to ring.

"So you found it." 007n7 asked, eyes going back down to the plush inside of Chance's hands. "Basically. I thought it was a prank by like.. Shedletsky or something." He muttered, unconsciously playing with the long black ears that adorned the head of the plush.

007n7 raised a brow, before shaking his head. "Well, if you found it, you should go around and see if any of the others lost it. It could be theirs." the older man suggested, shrugging a little as he stood there.

"That's.. Not a bad idea. Thanks, 007n7, I appreciate it." Chance chuckled a little, surprised that the most disliked survivor could actually be a little helpful.

..

"So, the sugar?"

"Oh, shit, my bad."

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Asking around got Chance nowhere.

He was practically back where he started, nothing.

When they went to Elliot's cabin, Elliot said he didn't know anything about a joke. They asked Two Time, but got bored half-way during their speech about the "Spawn's" work of random objects and the connection of blah blah blah. They repeated with Builderman, Taph, Dusekkar. Nobody.

Shedletsky was a different case, though.

"I didn't plan some type of prank on ya, Chance, promise." Shedletsky tried to reassure the gambler, flapping a hand a little. "If I did, it wouldn't be some plushie like that." The former admin pointed at the Mafioso plush Chance was gripping tightly, knuckles turning white.

"Then who the hell is it?! I've asked everyone, and they've all denied having anything to do with this— .. This.. This thing!" 

Chance spat back at Shedletsky, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. They've gotten so tired of this, they just wanted to know who the fuck planted this stupid cute son of a bitch on their doorstep.

Shedletsky's eyes widened, and he shook his head, putting a hand on Chance's shoulder. "Hey, hey, calm yourself down. It's probably just .. Some joke played by that Spectre thing." Shedletsky hummed, but then his face went pale. 

He looked around, and then leaned in close. "Holy shit, wait, what if it's one of those .. Fuckin— .. Agh, what is it? .. Voodoo dolls?" 

Chance sat on the couch, and then glared at the plush, before quickly swatting it away on the coffee table. "Don't even suggest that! That's— .." Chance trailed off, his face flushing a little.

.. They sat in silence, before Shedletsky grasped the plush gently, slowly but surely tugging the pants off as Chance just looked away.

A breathy laugh, and a touch on Chance's shoulder.

"Heh— Holy shit, it fucking—" Shedletsky pulled Chance in close, letting Chance absorb the image of the plushie with its pants gone.

A hole.

There was some type of hole resembling a vagina, even with a cute little button clit too, each color somehow resembling Mafioso oh so perfectly.

"Ok— Okay, I see it Shedletsky." They murmured, even when their eyes were still focused on the artificial cotton hole.

They want to marry whoever invented shades.

Shedletsky chuckled, and then inched his finger closer to the hole, stuffing it in and twisting it around. Chance whispered curses under his breath.

Chance then pushed Shedletsky's hand away, grabbing the plush again. "Dude— .. Don't do that! Even if it was a voodoo doll or some shit, that can't possibly feel good. Why don't— .. Here, why don't we just wait. Wait till a round comes by where he's the killer, get you cornered, and I'll—"

Damn it.

"I'll finger the fuckin' plush." 

Shedletsky blinked, and then giggled softly. "Yeah, sure, sounds like a plan." Chance just sighed, facepalming.

"Don't say that, you sound corny."

Chapter Text

New day, new struggle.

Chance couldn't get the thought of Mafioso's voodoo out of his head, every hair on end as he thought about what he could do with the power of the killer right inside some little plush. He could've stabbed it, tossed it out, cut it's head off.

But no.

He and Shedletsky just had to come up with that dumbass plan to tease and toy with mafia member.

It had been a while since Shedletsky and Chance spoke, as well as since Mafioso had been in a round. Did he figure out something was up when the thick finger of the former admin got shoved up into his walls? Dragging along the flesh quickly and rough?

.. Jeez, they hoped the man figured out something was up when that happened.

Their eyes drifted down to their erection straining against their pants, grumbling as they put their hands over their face and covering their eyes. They were so- So close to just breaking the task at hand and fucking that stupid little grin on the cute soft plushie's face.

But he couldn't bring himself to do so, especially when the real deal was very close to being in front of him.

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Sprints along the grass imprinted into the soil, Elliot throwing a pizza at Shedletsky who slashed at Mafioso with his sword in one hand and grabbing the pizza in the other, taking a bite out of it and instantly feeling much better. "Nice work, I knew you wouldn't let me down!" Shedletsky shouted out to Elliot who was already bolting for his own life.

Mafioso groaned, blocking before shaking his head and running after Shedletsky once more as he readjusted his fedora, his long bunny ears barely bouncing behind him.

How wonderful.

Shedletsky ran across the barren place of Yorick's Resting Place, turning a corner and crossing the bridge as fast as he could, leading Mafioso near the graveyard and into the corner. Chance followed right after them, the plush in his hand softly as to not alarm Mafioso.

Feigning smugness, Shedletsky put his hands up. "Ah—ha— .. Ya got me. So, aren't you going to take your prize?" Shedletsky huffed out, letting one smirk escape as he regained his breath, eyebrows furrowing.

Mafioso glared at him. ".. That's not like you. You're not one to give up so easily, admin. What are you playing at?"

Chance hid behind one of the walls, slowly removing the plushie's pants as he let his eyes roam the soft body of it once more, resting on the button clit as he peeped one more time at the scene.

"No game, promise. Just letting you win. I'm surrendering." Shedletsky reassured Mafioso, letting his hands fall down to his sides as he dropped his sword on the ground. "Come on. We do this all the time. I'm bound to just give up one day." He laughed out, narrowing his eyes a little at Chance, who was hesitant.

Chance sighed, and they watched as Mafioso considered the offer, then shrugged a little and walked towards Shedletsky, bringing the sword up and—

Chance wrapped his lips around the little button clit, sucking softly as a surprised half-moan half-yelp escaped from Mafioso, who instantly fell to the ground on his knees, clutching the grass. "Wha— .. What the fuck was that?! I can't—" 

Another suckle, this time prodding at the entrance of the doll's hole. Shedletsky just stood there, hands halfway outstretched and forearms bent at the sides with a confused-ecstatic look on his face.

"Something the matter, killer? You alright there?" Shedletsky giggled out, stifling his laughs as Mafioso's cute little tail on the curve of his ass started to eagerly twitch back and forth, his hands on his head and clutching the fedora tightly.

"Fuck— What ar— Are you doing?!" Mafioso managed out between breaths, inching his hand down towards his crotch and pawing at his mound. Oh, he wasn't— What the hell?— It's—

Chance slowly worked his index into Mafioso's cunt, dragging it in and out repeatedly as strained whines came from him. Chance hummed around the button, which caused Mafioso to groan as he shivered.

Gaining the confidence, Chance stepped out and examined Mafioso on the ground as Shedletsky reached out and removed Mafioso's fedora. "H—Hey! Give—" He tried to protest, but was cut off by Shedletsky rubbing his head like one would to a dog, causing his voice to drop into a low whimper. "Oh, yeah, good bunny, aren't ya?" Shedletsky chuckled, kneeling down to caress Mafioso's face as he laughed.

Chance snook up behind Mafioso, shoving up the black trench-coat as they gently put their hands onto Mafioso's ass, causing him to freeze up and buck back into the touch. "Oh— Oh! This is— .. Ah— .." Mafioso muttered out, ears pinned to his head as he whined. Chance glanced at Shedletsky, and then reached for the doll, handing it to Shedletsky.

"Just like, touch him and shit. He'd like that." Chance hummed, their eyes returning back to Mafioso's ass as they palmed at it. "Don't you worry, bunny, you'll get it soon." Chance murmured, reaching to the front of Mafioso's pants and unbuckling them, pulling the black pants off and letting them rest on Mafioso's ankles.

Shedletsky complied, removing the top clothes of the plushie's outfit, rubbing his thumbs where the nipples would be. A weak shriek came from Mafioso as Chance removed his boxers as well, opening Mafioso's thighs up barely to admire the sight of his drooling cunt, his clit already begging for attention as Chance smiled warmly at that. Why was he feeling so.. So protective?

.. Ah, fuck him.

He brought a hand up and slapped Mafioso's ass, causing Mafioso to screech and Shedletsky to jump. "Jesus, Chance, I knew you'd be rough but .. Damn." Shedletsky snickered, continuing to mess around with the voodoo doll, licking stripes up the stomach and chest.

Mafioso just moaned, tail twitching and fluttering as he pressed his ass against Chance's clothed bulge, Chance hissing when Mafioso did so. "C'mon, be patient." He growled, clutching the bunny tail and caressing it gently. Chance unbuttoned his own pants and slipped his cock out of his undergarments. He inched it up to Mafioso's entrance, and slowly but surely bucked his hips flush to Mafioso's ass, bottoming out as he let out a groan of relief from the tight walls enveloping him.

"Oh- .. Shit, yeah— Good bunny, good good bunny." Chance whispered, sniffing Mafioso's hair softly as if to calm down the shaking man beneath them.

.. Strawberries.

Huh.

They let Mafioso adjust, before pulling back to the tip and slamming back in, a crude wet squelch emitting from their coupling as Mafioso put his head into his arms as he let soft moans spill from his lips, murmurs of Chance's name falling out as well without him noticing.

Shedletsky's tongue traveled along the doll, swirling each place sensually as Mafioso grimaced at the disgusting but welcomed feeling of some .. Invisible tongue just licking him.

Chance grunted, eyes closing. "Maf— .. Mafioso, have you never done this before?— You're so tight." Chance commented, their voice shaky and breaking as they felt like their climax was so close already. Mafioso would have answered, but really, it was. This was breathtaking— So, so wonderful and great, each time Chance's dick hit that spot inside of him a new high-pitched whorish moan escaped him.

He'd never see the light of day for this again.

Shedletsky grumbled. "You're hogging him, you know."

Mentioning that, Shedletsky leaned down and captured Mafioso's lips into his, clawing at Mafioso's cheeks with his phalanges as he slipped his tongue into Mafioso's mouse, a smirk barely appearing on his face when Mafioso accepted it so quickly. Tracing the tip of his tongue around Mafioso's canines, molars, incisors, every little inch of his mouth he could touch, Shedletsky claimed it as Mafioso mewled and bitched right into the kiss.

Drool dripped down both of their chins, and Shedletsky released from the kiss to spit into Mafioso's mouth, who barely choked on the unexpected action as Shedletsky kissed down to his neck, suckling and leaving marks and hickeys right on the killer's neck, and moving to his shoulders and—

He bit down, hard, and that caused Mafioso to lewdly throw his head back, moan, and clench down right on Chance's cock, which caused Chance to groan as he sped up, the sound of skin against skin slapping loudly in the dead silence of Yorick's Resting Place, also broken by Mafioso's girlish mewls and whines.

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Oh, he shouldn't be doing this, this is so— .. Bad. Elliot was behind a wall, peeking through one of the missing pieces as he stroked his cock silently, spit and his pre lubing it up as he clenched his eyes shut. He was so close, yet so fucking far. They didn't know he was watching, and to be fair, he didn't want them to know either. He only decided to do this because he heard screams and moans, he was worried!

Glancing back, his eyes lidded softly as he saw the way Mafioso's back was curved and arched, ass up in the air and red handprints on it along with his own arousal dripping down his thighs. This was wrong, he was watching them have sex. He wasn't even- .. Maybe it's just hormones. Yeah, that was probably it, seeing people having sex just makes him unnecessarily horny, yeah, that was it. Especially when he turned nineteen only two months ago.

.. Shit, he was- He was close.

"Ah—  Ah, ye—  Yes! Oh—  C'mon, c'mon—" Elliot whined softly, trying to be as subtle as possible as he then spilled onto his hand, breathing hard as he wiped his spend on the grass, cleaning his hand by using the inside of his shirt to wipe it off. Not clean, but he had no choice. 

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"I- .. Shit- Shit, I'm gonna- .. Oh-!" Chance hiccupped, before slamming their hips right against Mafioso, spilling their seed right into Mafioso's womb as he let out a long drawled out moan, tears running down his face as he shoved his face into Shedletsky's shirt, his thighs trembling wildly as he weakly clutched onto Shedletsky as well.

Chance pulled out, letting their now softening cock rest in between Mafioso's ass. They laid there on top of Mafioso, grinning a little at the successful fuck.

It was silent from there, with Mafioso still whining some times when Shedletsky's hands would travel down and grope his ass. Chance shook their head, and wiped away their sweat. ".. I- .. Shit, you enjoyed that, yeah?" Chance piped up after a while. Mafioso just nodded, a tiny smile on his face as his tail swayed happily.

".. What the fuck?! Ew!" Elliot shouted, shrieking back in disgust as he threw one lone pizza at Shedletsky's face before running off, his face flushed.

.. 

They weren't going to hear the end of it from the others.