Messenger of Theives

by Anonymous

Summary:

BASED ON THE GAME THEORY VIDEO :P

 

Elliot gets forsakened, having to survive this hell with whoever is there.

Notes:

Hellloooo, Elliot is my favorite character so I want to torture him. (Platonically)

Chapter 1: First meeting

It was hot, unbearably hot. Smokes stinged his eyes, tears streaming down yellow cheeks as Elliot pressed his lower face into his elbow, trying to navigate through the burning building, his pride and joy.

Debris fell from the ceiling, always too close for comfort, but never hitting Elliot. His arm stung, burns scaling along the flesh from when he pulled a child from under a burning table, nicking himself with the forever hungry flames.

He spotted the glass doors through the smogginess of the smoke, a small breath leaving his lips, relief. He was gonna make it, he had to.

He neared the exit, hand outstretched, right as that part of the roof caved in, knocking him back onto his ass with a loud cry.

Hot. Hot. Hot.

It was too hot, Elliot couldn’t breathe, hands burning as he crawled towards the mess covering the door, adrenaline guiding him forward. He only made it 2 feet before collapsing forward, feeling like an invisible force was shoving him down, pinning him in place. Elliot cried, memories flashing through his head like a slideshow, earliest memories to right before the fire started.

Damn 007n7, his bad parenting skills caused C00lkid to do this, to get that gui his father once terrorized people with, Elliot included… Even Elliot could be a better father than that excuse of a “changed” man.

His eyes felt heavy, the pain dulling, the heat bearable. At least, in his last moments, he knows he is the only one in the building.

That is why he came in, to check and save anyone still trapped inside. He didn’t find anyone, and that caused his upcoming demise.

He could distantly feel being picked up, his eyes catching a white face before everything went dark, his last breath leaving him.

 

He woke up, surprisingly, in a place he didn't recognize, a cabin, from what it looked like.
He was laying on a couch, unscathed, still wearing his uniform, like usual.

He took a glance around, it wasn’t exactly homey. Hardly decorated, really. There was a fireplace, a monstrous red head seemingly nailed against it. It stared at him, it made Elliot nauseous.

“You’re awake.”

Elliot jumped, whipping his head to the side to be met by a normal looking robloxian, wearing a black hat and dark clothes.

“Jeez- Who are you? Where are we? I…” Elliot sat up, glaring at the stranger with suspicion.

The stranger raised their hands up, clearing their throat, they then walked closer, offering their hand to the blonde.

“The name is Tyler, welcome to Hell.”

Chapter 2: Tours and fractured pasts

Summary:

Hawk tuah

Notes:

Once I get into it, these chapters will become longer.

Tyler decided to give the blonde a tour, leading him out of the main cabin, named Lobby.

There were smaller cabins on the property, one was bigger than the other. There was also a lake with a dock. It seemed the property was enclosed by a gate.

Back inside the Lobby, Tyler finally explained what this hell was exactly.

“So, every few hours, something called rounds happen. I call them Games of Hell. The entity that trapped us here sends us to these different places, where we try to survive against some hockey masked killer guy.” Tyler huffed, sinking into the couch, next to Elliot. “We get the pleasure of dying only to be brought back to do it again. After a while, you grow numb of it. The games.”

Elliot shuffled his feet, wringing his hands. “And… There is no way out? No escape?”

“Not they we’ve found.”

“How long have you been here?”

Tyler paused, tipping his head to gaze into the fireplace, “It’s hard to say, I believe the time is different here. Around 200 years?”

“Holy Telamon- You?”

Tyler sighed, looking back at the blonde, “we don’t age here. Technically still the age I was when I came here. Just… more mentally mature.”

“How old wer-”

Tyler shushed him, planting a hand on the blonde's shoulder. “Enough about me and my woes, I wanna learn some things about you.”

Elliot hummed, looking up at the rafters of the cabin. “Well, I worked at my fathers pizzeria, Builder Brothers. I, well, didn’t have all that exciting of a life? Just… worked a bunch.”

“A pizza boy? Should've figured that out from the outfit.” Tyler looked him up and down before stretching his arms above his head. “Can’t remember much from my life, it's been so long. It gets fuzzier the longer you’re here.”

Elliot sucked in a breath, that didn’t sound good. Actually, the whole situation was not good at all. Trapped? In “Games of Hell”!? With the ominous thought of their memories slowly fading? What a nightmare!

“Is… Is it just you here? All alone?”

Tyler quirked his lips, glancing up at the canopy above the couch.

 

“No, I’m not the only one here.”

 

The other person, as it turns out, was a little kid. Far too young to be sentenced to such a painful eternity. A little skittish boy named David. White skinned, light gray hair, a dirty dark gray hoodie with a small yellow key embroidered on the breast pocket, and black shorts. Their eyes were dark, misted with shadows of trauma. Looking down, it didn’t seem like the kid had shoes.

Letting scarred feet breathe, Elliot supposes.

It seemed like neither of them could remember their last names, Elliot hoped it won’t be the same for him.

David looked quite malnourished. All skin and bone on the kid. From Tyler's words, their bodies don’t change in this realm either, so the kid was like that before. Not taken care of.

It made Elliot… sad… for the most part. Mad even. Made them wonder what life the kid had before… before getting trapped here.

 

“We usually have to hunt for food, whatever brought us here rarely gives us actual ingredients, or foods that don’t require slaughtering an animal ourselves.” Tyler exclaimed, standing at the porch of the Lobby, leaning against the railing. Elliot stood next to him, staring up at the unmoving sky, the stars didn’t twinkle like back at the island. There was no breeze, no sounds of usual night. Just, an uneasy quiet. It was all so… disturbingly crafted by something that hasn’t spent a long time in reality.

Tyler soon sighed and gestured Elliot to follow him inside.

They all sat on the couch, awkward silence looming over them. Elliot studied the lobby again, there was a huge grandfather clock, and… a cat? How’d he miss a cat the first time he spawned in here?

Elliot and the cat held eye contact before the feline shook its head and skittered up the stairs. An area Elliot had yet to explore, he wonders why Tyler didn’t show him up there yet.

Tyler was the one to break the quiet, “the round should've started a bit ago… I guess it is letting you settle in. Which is strange, both of us didn’t even get 10 minutes until we were thrown in with that lunatic.”

David was curled against the others side, staring at the ground with a signature thousand yard stare. Poor thing. Seemingly scrunched in as tight as a ball as the kid could get. Tyler had his arm wrapped around the kid's shoulder, seemingly lost in thought. The two seemed close, at least. That was good. Cute, even. If it wasn’t for the dire situation.

The room turned to silence again, before Tyler sighed, gently pushing the kid so he could stand up. He tipped his hat over his eyes and paced around the fireplace, hand rubbing at his chin.

“Well, since we have time. I should explain our abili-”

Elliot yelped as everything faded to black, any substance beneath his feet gone, leaving him careening down.

 

And landing on grass, hard enough to knock the breath out of him. He jolted as a whisper filled his head, staticky and laced with sick amusement.

This rounds killer, Jason

Notes:

The elliot love be so dry I need this man to be wrung out like a rag.

Chapter 3: First Round

Summary:

Jason comes in to play 😈😈😈

Notes:

Wrote this in a span of 30 minutes, my Creative juices are whipping in my brain right now

Elliot got up to his feet, looking around the premises with baited breath. He looked to have appeared next to a large structure, thick brown stairs leading up to what seemed to be a long platform. The blonde took his chances, running up the steps before this Jason guy could spot him.

Running up the stairs, he was suddenly aware of the messenger bag suddenly on his figure. Dipping his hand into the bag, he pulled out a slice of pizza.

What in the world???

He dropped the slice back into the bag, crossing the long platform, he could overlook the majority of the area. A huge dirt tower in the center, a few glass buildings, and a bunch of places for hiding. Glancing down at his wrist, he noticed a watch, counting down.

3:45, 3:44, 3:43…

He yelped at the sudden ache resonating in his eyes, scrubbing at them vigorously. He blinked open after a moment, watching as a yellow silhouette limped from across the map.

What the hell is happening???

Elliot bit his lip, debating whether or not to leave the safety of having the high ground in order to help the limping figure. It was a taller one, so Elliot assumed it was Tyler.

Making up his mind, he rushed down the steps, heading towards the slowly fading yellow light of the body. It was like an x-ray. Freaky.

He turned a corner, colliding with someone with a grunt, falling backward. He hit the ground with a cry, a body landing on top of him, smelling of iron.

“ACK- Huh?”

Elliot opened his eyes, to be met by Tyler's gray eyes.

“Hi there,” Tyler coughed, Elliot winced as blood landed on his cheek and forehead, the robloxian then looked around, seemingly searching for someone. Elliot pushed at his shoulders, and the taller rolled up with a grunt.

Elliot almost puked at the sight of him, it was gruesome- cruel. A massive gash in his side and arms, a whole chuck of flesh missing from his leg, his hands were bleeding too, as if they were holding back a blade. Tyler only bit his cheek, straightening his cap.

“Think I lost em,” his gaze turned to Elliot's chest, “what’s with the bag?”

“Oh! Uhm, I’m not sure, actually. It kinda just… appeared?” Elliot shrugged, moving to sit on his knees. Tyler scooted closer, shaking limbs tapping at the black bag. Elliot dipped his hand in, pulling out the slice of pizza, “these are in there, for some reason.”

Tyler whistled, “must be part of your ability. Wonder what it does.”

Elliot offered it to the other, “Ability? Well, If it has any perks, then you should have it.”

Tyler took it, taking a bite, no caution at all. Numb to the danger, Elliot thinks.

They both had the pleasure of the grotesque sight and sound of flesh being knitted back together, the missing chunk of leg seemingly growing flesh and muscle from within the body. Tyler smiled giddily, “guess your pizzas heal. Isn’t that swell?”

“You seem too optimistic for someone who was just bleeding out 30 seconds ago,” Elliot replied, standing up, holding out his hand for Tyler. The other didn’t take it, standing up by himself. “We should find David, before… Jason, was it?”

“Huh?” Elliot looked back at the puzzled expression on the brunette.

“I didn’t know he had a name. Especially one so normal.” Was what Tyler answered with.

“You- you didn’t know their name all this time?”

“We never got told. We… it never told us before you came along.” Tyler shook his head, not meeting the blonde's eyes. “Nevermind that, let's go find the kid.”

“Yeah… Alright.”

 

They only made it to one of the glass buildings when loud footsteps alerted them to a quickly approaching figure.

And holy- they were huge- muscular and intimidating, Elliot didn’t think a hockey mask could look so threatening before now. Especially with the machete clutched in the guy's hand. Tyler pushed Elliot forward, into the glass building, shouting at Jason before turning heel and booking it.

Elliot, as quiet as he could, crawled into the corner, it was dark, dark enough to hide in. There was a generator next to him, a green bar halfway full into the middle of it. They shuddered, back pressed against cold glass.

He pressed a hand against his mouth as the tall figure of Jason loomed in one of the frames. Clearly, the brute didn’t get the message of chasing after Tyler, focusing in on the new face of the group.

New prey.

Elliot could only make himself as small as he could in the corner, fingers dipping harshly into the skin of his cheeks, feeling the outline of teeth.

Jason drew closer, head tilted in… curiosity? The machete dragged on the ground as Jason moved until he was a foot in front of the blonde, kneeling down.

Elliot could only stare in the black pits that decorated the eye sockets of the hockey mask. Tensing when Jason raised the machete slightly, arm moving forward until the blades tip pressed into Elliot's hand, the one clutching his jaw to keep himself from screaming.

The blade dug deeper, Elliot winced at the feeling of split skin, warm liquid starting to drip down his arm and further coating the already blood soaked machete.

Jason suddenly jerked forward, the weapon pulling away from the blonde as the taller seemingly stalled in pain.

David's small frame peered from behind the thicker man, a long bloody key gripped in their fist, his hand shot out, grabbing Elliot's sleeve and pulling the pizza boy up and out of the building, right as Jason stood up again, whipping around to follow in a chase.

Elliot's adrenaline peeked as the killer drew closer, his hand moving to grip David's thin wrist, taking the lead, the poor kid seemed surprised by the speed Elliot suddenly gained, almost tripping on their bare feet.

Elliot looked behind him, Jason was regaining the distance with a scary amount of ease, Elliot felt David lag a bit, breathing heavily. Elliot moved swiftly, picking up the kid, ignoring the squeak of surprise.

Elliot stopped moving, turning to face Jason as he caught his breath, cradling the kid in a bridal carry. Jason seemed to slow his movements as well, walking towards them with deliberately heavy steps. The machete gripped tight, instead of dragging. He didn’t seem too happy with the key stab.

Elliot looked around, it seemed they were back to his original spawn point, he took a heavy breath before making a dash up the stairs again. He could hear Jason follow them up, matching every step.

Elliot quickly placed the kid behind a tree, much to David's confusion. He turned back to face the looming threat inching closer.

Telamon… Elliot was scared…

This felt worse than that stupid fire. More dangerous. But Elliot had to protect the kid somehow, didn’t he? After all, David did save his pathetic life back in that glass structure. He looked down at the watch.

1:01…1:00…0:59…

Elliot stepped back until his calves hit the ledge of this platform, next to the gaping hole in the railing. An idea struck the blonde.

David looked on in confusion, Elliot could tell what a stupid hiding spot he put the kid in, the tree barely hid anything. Luckily, Jason had his attention on the pizza boy.

Elliot wondered where Tyler had disappeared off to, as Jason slowly but surely closed the distance between them. Toyingly slow, as if the bloodlust he inflicted on Tyler was drowned out by the new person.

Soon, Jason was just a foot away again, head tilting up and down as if analyzing Elliot. It made his face burn, like a bug squashed under a microscope. Even with that mask covering his face, Elliot could feel the study of the gaze, sizing up the blonde.

Jason soon raised his blade, a leg moving forward.

Here it goes…

Elliot jerked to the side as Jason launched forward, yellow hands scrambling at the killer jacket, twisting his body weight just enough to send the two of them toppling over the edge.

 

Elliot could’ve sworn he blacked out as he fell from the platform to the ground, even just for a second before hitting the ground with a choked thud, leg snapping as Jason’s body weight landed on his lower half. Elliot let out a loud cry of pain as his leg was practically crushed by Jason's fat ass.

Jason was getting to his knees as Elliot felt tears run down his cheeks, lifting his wrist to read the watch through tear-blurred eyes.

0:03..0:02…0:01…

The last thing Elliot saw was the killer reaching for their machete, which had clattered a foot away before everything faded. Pain subsiding as black took over his vision.

Notes:

Sighh, how did yall like the first round 👉👈

 

I'm so tired, might update the Squid game au fic tomorrow instead of this one idk

Chapter 4: Far off memories

Summary:

This is short, but im sort of hyperfixating on my other fic so this one might take longer to update.

“That's no fair Elliot! You’re not playing fair!” A familiar squeaky voice screeched at him, anger and annoyance heavy in their tone.

“Just say you’re a sore loser. And awful at monopoly.” He replied, turning to look at a smaller hazy figure. White hair, yellow skin. And a bow.

“Shup up! Jerk.” The blob exclaimed, huffing dramatically through their nose.

He chuckled, feeling his hand rub at the smallers back, “how about a rematch? I’ll go easy on you this time.” He began to reset the board, staring at the other from the corner of his eye.

“Fine. But, if I win I get to paint your nails! And do your makeup! And- and dress up!” The girl giggled, smirking like there was something actually at stake.

Elliot pursed his lips, “and if I win, you do all my chores for the day.”

They shook on it, palms warm and comforting.

—

 

“Wow kid, you’re a natural at this!”

Elliot felt his hands knead at a chunk of dough, stretching it out before scrunching it again. He felt a large hand clap him on the back. It rubbed the area between his shoulders softly.

“Before you know it, you’ll be running the pizzeria.” The familiar voice boomed, laced with pride and affection.

Elliot felt his heart burst with joy, leaning into the warmth of the touch and voice.

“Just like you, dad.”

Nostalgic smells, tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, slightly spiced pepperoni. It smelled like home.

 

—

 

Elliot woke up on the couch again, a massive headache squeezing his poor, poor head. He jolted up as memories filled his head, staring down at his leg. He was surprised by the lack of pain, the lack of a misshapen limb.

“You’re up! You doing good?” Tyler leaned over the head of the couch, staring down at the blonde.

“Just- just fine? How?” He gestured to his leg, then to the rest of his body.

“Ohh, you talking about injuries? Those heal after rounds. At least whatever brought us here was sympathetic enough to not cause us further pain and distress.” Tyler huffed, thumb gliding along the brim of his hat.

Elliot could feel himself shaking slightly, “right… okay…”

“You might feel some phantom aches, nothing much we can do about that.” Tyler sighed, arm sitting on the back of the couch so he could lean his chin against it, like a lazy cat.

Elliot shook his head, “I’m fine… no… no pains… other than a headache.” Elliot scrubbed his eyes, lying back down on the couch.

Tyler huffed, “that happens sometime. Yet again, we can’t do much to solve that.” He then peeled himself away from the couch, stepping around it to sit down by Elliot's feet. “Not to worry though, it’ll go away soon enough.” He flicked the brim of his cap up, flashing Elliot a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

Elliot hummed, folding his legs closer to his body so the other could sit more comfortably. He could hear Tyler's fingers drumming against the arm of the couch.

“What.. happened back there? I thought Jason was still chasing me,” he chuckled humourlessly, “quite a scare to realize he wasn't… I’ve never seen David so… frazzled. Not for a long, long while.” Tyler didn’t meet his eyes, brim tipped just enough to obscure the robloxians vision.

Elliot gazed up at the ceiling, breath catching as he spotted David's head, peering at him from over the railing of the balcony. Expression unreadable from how far apart the two were. The kid disappeared right as they made eye contact, hiding away in whatever the hell was up there.

“I'm not too sure myself,” Elliot licked the back of his teeth, turning to stare at the fire. The flames didn't move, only an imitation. At least it gave off heat. Comforting enough, Elliot presumes. “And these… games happen every day?”

There was quiet for a few seconds.

“Yes.”

Elliot sucked on his teeth, vision not moving from the flames.

“But, we've never been told the name before. So… maybe some things are changing. Changing because of…”

Elliot felt Tyler place a hand on his knee. Thumb brushing the side, it made Elliot shudder slightly, looking up at the other through long, dark eyelashes. Tyler’s eyes seemed to be reading Elliot's expression.

“Because of you.”

 

Tyler had shown Elliot to a room, one with a bed.

“There is only one in this place. David sleeps upstairs typically, and I can take the couch for the night. Have a good rest, Elliot.” Tyler waved before shutting the cabin door, Elliot watched from the window as the robloxian walked back into the main cabin.

His mind drifted to his life before. What could he have possibly done to deserve such a fate? Why was his death hand picked from all those others who had died that fateful night?

Why was IT interested in him? Clearly his arrival had sparked some changes in the usual routine. But why? He wasn’t anything special, just an heir to a pizzeria chain. Someone who, even when born into wealth, wanted to earn for himself the normal way.

He sat down on what was deemed the only bed in this hell, and sighed.

The bed was not soft. Firm mattress, sunken pillow, and a mess of fabrics sewn together as the blanket. Elliot still laid in it, counting the scratches and nicks in the ceiling with a heavy gaze.

So, this was his life now…

No more pizzeria. No more familiar comfort from his hard earned house. No more family.

All because of 007n7 and the rascal he is raising.

Was his life- all those lives C00lkid and 007n7 had taken in their stupors of hacking mean so little to them? Like ants beneath their shoes.

No matter how hard 007n7 says he has changed, his past will always linger around him like a fire. Scorching those around him. Dragging them down into a hell of his own making.

 

Blood was never meant to litter Builder Brothers floor like pizza sauce.

 

He should've never given the man a second chance.

Notes:

A little short but ehhhhhhhh

 

I'm busy working at my j*b and working on other fics and having write blocks.

 

Please comment, I love to read them. They are my nicotine when it comes to writing.

<3

Notes:

The ao3 author curse has gotten me, my ear has exploded.

 

Anyway, updates will be wonky so sorry.

 

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Anonymous Mama

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of Anonymous mama fics