(AN 1: Guess who went to write a chapter, forgot about it, went to his grandmother's house, forgot his charger, had his dad bring his charger, went back home but still forgot his charger AGAIN at his grandmother's house… Totally not me.)
(If only Anissa wasn't a literal rapist, I would want her to break my pelvis until I'm incapacitated from the waist down)
(Charlie at the Slot Machines)
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
… LOUD BUZZER SOUND
"Aw, man."
SPIN
…LOUD COINS JINGLING
"WOOOOOOOOOO. YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH BAAABBBYYY THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT!"
(James at roulette)
At the roulette table, James was on a roll. Win after win, 25 thousand souls turning into 125 thousand to millions to tens of millions. Cagney was fuming as he handed James quintuple his earnings again.
He had tried every trick in the book, maneuvering the ball in ways he never had to do before, but alas, James just kept winning his specific bets and kept racking up more money. Right before he was about to ask James if he wanted to go again, he heard the walkie talkie on his hip start to sound out with the voice of his sleazy boss.
"Oi, Cagney, tell the boy he's cut off." With those words, Cagney's smile returned to his face as he smugly told James off, who shrugged and waddled off, holding all of his chips in his hands that reached to a head above him. He looked around for other games to play while he exchanged his chips for souls.
On his walk around the casino for games he saw Charlie literally drowning in coins, somehow swimming in them. 'Huh, good for her. She finally got hit with man's innate desire to bet it all on red.'
When he saw Vaggie at the Blackjack table, he knew that he had to go over there and troll her, so he took a seat next to her, not even looking her way, completely locked in on the dealer. "...James, for the love of god, please do not try and bullshit." James flicked his hair back with a dramatic flourish while leaning back in his chair. "C'mon, toots, you think a sigma male like me would do anything to a silly baka like you?"
"...James, I will pay you to never say those words again."
"Then pay me after we win this game." He says, putting his attention back on the dealer, finally paying attention to their physical features. The Blackjack dealer was a living salt shaker, being adorned in a chef outfit with a red scarf and an almost permanent jolly smile on his face. "Hey, mind if I put 30 thousand souls on this game?" James asked.
The saltshaker chef simply nodded as James put his chips down and the dealer dealt both his and Vaggie's cards, James holding them comically to his chest. "I can still see a little bit of your cards." Vaggie sarcastically stated where James replied with an intelligent, sophisticated: "Nuh-uh"
Vaggie sighed and looked down at her own deck, being an eight of spades and an ace. James looked down at his and saw he had an ace and a five of hearts. With his six eyes he could see that as the salt chef was shuffling, the next card would be a 9 of diamonds or a six of clubs, both guaranteeing the next time they hit they would go over 21.
While Vaggie chose to stand for the time being, James closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, focusing on slowing down his perception of time by as much as he could with the six eyes. When he opened them back up, the salt shaker was in the middle of a blink and Vaggie had her eyes rolling in the back of her head in a yawning position.
James tried to look around but no matter how much he strained himself, he just couldn't. This is when he got the idea to try and reinforce himself, forcing his body to keep up with his eyesight. At first he used just a little, barely half of a half of a half of his reserves, but when that only made him able to move his eyes, he increased his body reinforcement little by little.
After five minutes in James' time, he rammed his reinforcement up enough to be able to freely move, the only problem would be that his body could barely keep up with him. With every small movement he could feel his muscle strains give out, bones making very small fractures and cracks.
'Damn, this hurts like shit! Thank the lord I have round deer, otherwise I would've been cooked.' He thinks as he shuffles through the deck, pushing through the pain until he guarantees both him and Vaggie an assured win, sitting down in his seat and turning off reinforcement, speeding up his perception of time.
As he flopped back down into the seat, Vaggie looked at him with suspicion "What the hell did you do? You look like you ran ten miles". James simply looked at her with a tired smile and gestured towards the dealer. "Hit me please." He said, as the chef handed him a five of spades, a perfect 21. The chef looked very surprised, the salt in his container flying out a little before reaching under the table and handing James his earnings.
Unbeknownst to James, however, Vaggie looked at his arms and saw the tell-tale sign of his fingers twitching, twitching like her fingers after a good workout. 'What the hell is up with you, James?'
(Meanwhile at the craps table with Nifty)
"C'mon, let me bet on snake eyes!"
"Ma'am that's not how the game works–"
"C'mon, I can feel it in my lower intestine!"
The green frog as the dealer sighed and looked at his brother, a toad a dark brown color. "Just let her bet, Ribby, it's not like she'll win or anything." The smaller green frog sighed and took Nifty's chips on the table and lazily rolled the dice.
"Congratulations, woman, you didn't win because you bet on fucking sn–" Before Ribby could finish his sentence the dice on the table rolled on snake eyes, causing Nifty to jump on the table and pose victoriously. "THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING THOUGHT! WHADDYA THINK ABOUT THAT, PROBABILITY!?"
Ribby looked at his brother. "...Croaks, I'm gonna take my break for today." He said as he skulked away.
As Nifty was on the table doing her victorious pose, her eye got squinted as her hands trembled. 'T-the lights… They're too damn bright!' She thought as her previous bravado suddenly faded, catching herself before she could fall further into her pride. "Excuse me, where would the bathroom be?"
Croaks raised an eyebrow at nifty's new subdued behavior before pointing her down the hall and to the left. When she got inside the bathroom, she instantly went to the sink, splashing water on herself in an attempt to calm her down. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Calm down, you're doing great, okay?" She said to herself as she began to walk out.
"Nanako~"
Nifty froze in her tracks as she slowly turned around, not seeing anybody behind her. She got on her knees, checking the bottom of the stalls, but there were no people in the stalls either. "Over here, Nanako." Nifty jumped up and looked in the mirror where a version of herself she hadn't seen in a while was smiling at her.
The woman was a long cry from her demonic form, wearing a traditional blue housewife dress with white polka dots and an apron. She had two eyes and uncannily looked like Nifty in her face but her eyes seemed to spiral. "W-w-what are you doing here? I thought you disappeared, why are you still here!?" Nifty yelled into the mirror.
"Awww, Nanako, I thought you liked me." The woman in the mirror teased, a smug smile on her face. "You're not real, you're just a figment of my imagination!" Nifty yelled as she covered her ears. "I thought you were gone when I went to the hotel, I thought you were gone when I met Ja–"
"James?" The woman in the mirror asked. "Nanako, why do you hold this James man in such high value?" Nifty gritted her teeth and glared at the woman. "That's not my name and you know it! And James is a good guy; he wants what's best for me." She replied, and the woman in the mirror tilted her head with a frown on her face.
"And who exactly was the last guy who treated you nicely the first few months in your relationship?" Nifty slammed her fist into the mirror at the woman's words. "Don't say anything like that about him! He's not like George, and he'll never be!" Nifty closed her eyes and hyperventilated, opening her eyes back again to see a horrifying sight.
Through the shattered shards of the mirror, she saw herself with bruises on her body, her arm being bent at an unnatural angle with someone standing over her. Nifty quickly ran out of the bathroom, heaving in deep breaths, her hand holding her heart.
'I need to find someone, James, Vaggie, Amery, anyone… I can't be alone right now.' As she walked out, she tried not to stare at the glass shards, trying not to think about how the cool edge of the shard would feel upon her wrists and the warm ichor that would bleed out.
But little did she know, a man sooned walked out of one of the stalls, a five o'clock shadow on his smiling dark-skinned face while flipping a coin.
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(The End)
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Most certainly not. I expect to remain victorious against Ryomen Sukuna—Bri'ish Gojo after being asked if he would win.