Enemies shouldn't linger in each other's shadows, they shouldn't even remember the familiarity of each other's hold Yet despite it all, Mafioso and Chance kept finding each other's embrace in the cold. [BEWARE: This fic contains NSFW; mature/sexual content, blood and violence. Each chapter containing sexual content will be labeled ⚠!] Chapter Progress: (3/14) (im too lazy to draw the cover HFJSFKJSF so have this cute doodle of them) AO3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69108091

In this realm, there lies 4 dimensional spaces. The mainplace, Banlands, Limbo, and Forsaken. In Forsaken, The Spectre, a deity, grabs people and forces them into Damnation, a continous trial of survival and death. Certain people are deemed "survivors" and "killers." One specific survivor, Two Time, follows The Cult of Spawn, a cult that believes in respawning. They are... interesting. One of the stranger survivors to say the least, though, thats not the point of this story. This story centers Azure, Two Time's best friend, that also got forsaken. Azure was deemed a killer, and here we follow him, through damnation, and meet his old best friend. The same one that betrayed and murdered him.

Art not mine-credits to @nikko_kage on TikTok. TW for violence, NSFW, illness, kidnapping, mischaracterization, cringe, bad writing (especially at the start) and angst. Will add if more arise. (I know pretty much nothing about dream game, so if I do something incorrectly, let me know<3)

"The fucking balls of this man I swear to The Spectre," Chance would say if he didn't have a piece of duct tape messily slapped onto his face. - - - Chance is a lucky gambler. They gamble with slot machines, cards, roulette wheels, their life, even making a "spin the wheel" customisation that would decide their meals, routines, you name it. So when a ruthless, expressionless and extremely calculated mafia boss with a shit-eating smile decides to kidnap them personally, RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROUND, MIND YOU, Chance can only do so much. And 'so much' is apparently equivalent to being that same mafia boss' wingman. How does one convince a pizza worker that he has chemistry with a terrifying mafia boss? No clue, read and find out. And most importantly, why is Chance willingly helping Mafioso? Because while everyone else is horrified of this killer's silent snaps of necks, Chance sees this big man be so pathetic over Elliot, it's not even funny. So why not help the lad out? - - - ⚠️ NOTES BEFORE READING ⚠️ 1. Mafioso and his gang all have rabbit ears and tails... as well as behave like a rabbit sometimes- 2. This is MOSTLY Chance's perspective (not first person) 3. I use UK English, fear me Americans (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR SOME MISTAKES) 4. Smut is NOT in this fic. Suggestive themes, however, are present 5. If you think I don't ship PayCheck and DoubleFedora, you're wrong- I'm just holding back from making them polyamorous all for the sake of Chance crashing in as a third wheel and wanting credit for making the relationship work 6. PLEASE correct me if I give a character the wrong pronouns 7. If I start bringing up words in Bisaya, it's because I don't know the word for it so it'll stay there until I find the word 8. Updates are INCONSISTENT but I'll try to update weekly 9. They're not constantly IN the Forsaken area or constantly forced to go through rounds. In this fanfic, they are picked out weekly to participate in a ma