Who Put This Pizza On My Burger

by OneLonelyIcecube

Summary:

A pretty violent, kinda slowburn pizzaburgur fic. READ THE TAGS. It gets bad before any good is even conceived.

Chapter 1: Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Another round ended. Another day in this nightmare. Or was it hell ? Elliot had always thought he would go to heaven, if anything. But this place, this never ending cycle of torture. Of dying over and over again. Feeling his bones break. His lungs constrict. His skin melt. His organs rupture and bleed. Maybe he wasn't as good a person as he thought he was.

In the beginning, Elliot was cheery. He loved his job, his friends, his family. He would go to work every day with a huge smile on his face. One day, after a particularly grueling shift, Elliot was asked to make one final delivery out to the middle of nowhere. The place was out of Builder Brothers Pizza’s delivery range, but he wasn't the type to argue. It was just one delivery, after all. After taking the ferry for over an hour, Elliot found himself dead tired, and on the rocky shore of some eerie island. There was a thick forest almost immediately, and a small dirt path that Elliot could hardly see. Honestly, he couldn't really make anything out in the underbrush. It was too dark, and the moonlight did little to help. Taking a deep breath, wiping his tired eyes and checking the delivery ticket, Elliot grabbed the pizza and walked into the woods.

The woods were surprisingly silent, something that Elliot found more unnerving than if they were noisy. The crickets weren't even chirping. Assuming that the place had crickets to begin with. After around five minutes of hiking, the path widened, and became a more established dirt trail. It was a bizarre place to camp out in a cabin, with tall pine trees and spots of bamboo around, but it was probably prettier in the day, Elliot assumed as much, anyway.

The walk was going fine. A bit boring, if nothing else. Elliot couldn't shake an off feeling about the place, but he did his best to ignore it and keep walking. The pizza had long since grown cold by the time Elliot reached a wall of fog. It was opaque, a thick cloud that was so dense Elliot couldn't see more than two feet into it. The moment he took an unwilling step towards it, he felt pins and needles shoot up his spine. His legs had the urge to run the opposite direction, his arms wanted to claw away from it, his brain was screaming at him. Elliot was terrified, and everything in his body was screaming at him not to proceed.

Elliot looked down at his shaking hands, his arms wrapping around himself as his hands gripped the straps on his pizza bag, as if it were a lifeline. Elliot wanted to curl up and cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to-

Elliot slapped himself, arm moving before he could even register the jerk of his muscles. He was being dramatic. It was just fog. He was just in the woods, not a horror movie. Hell. If he could wrestle with his newfoundland, he could take a damn bear. Elliot forced himself to proceed, making his legs move despite how weighted and unwilling they were.

It didn't take long in the fog for Elliot’s lungs to start burning. His head beginning to swim as he stubbornly carried on. The slickness of his skin let him know that it was just fog, nothing else. He was probably just bothered by the humidity. It had always made his hair frizzy. Just as he felt like he was about to pass out, or cough up blood, or both, things started to clear up, and Elliot was out of the fog.

The path stretched out in front of him, and there was a large cabin sat within a fenced off area. Smaller cabins were placed on the opposite side. Elliot imagined he could have a nice vacation here with his future family. If it weren't for the horrible weather and the fact that this place felt like a living nightmare. The main gate was open slightly, so Elliot jogged towards it, grinning. He was so excited to make the delivery and go home already, all of his terror melting away at the prospect. Bonnie was probably howling already with how hungry she was from missing dinner.

The cabin’s lights were on, and there seemed to be quite a few people inside by the sounds of it. Elliot knocked on the door, straightening his posture and wearing his signature customer service grin. He hoped he didn't look too tired.

The door opened with a high pitched squeak, and Elliot was met with a man, slightly chubby, curly brown hair, some stupid graphic tee on. Elliot wasn't one to judge.

“Hello sir ! I have your pizza for you !”
Elliot sang as happily as he could muster, reaching behind himself to grab the box of pizza out of his bag.

The man snatched the pizza from Elliot, spinning around and calling out into the cabin.
“We got another one !”

Elliot knit his eyebrows together in confusion. Did these people order a pizza already ? None of his coworkers had to deliver to this place. Well. It didn't really concern Elliot, he guessed. The thing was already paid for, so he had no reason to stick around.

“Well. . . Have a nice night !”
Elliot called back, spinning around on his heel and- AHH !

Elliot screamed, flying back and hitting the doorframe painfully as he was met with a mess of unkempt black hair and soulless void eyes.

“It is nice to meet you. The spawn welcomes you Elliot.”

Yup. Nightmare cult. Elliot should have guessed it. Was his boss in on it ? Did he send him here on purpose ? Well he must have, if they knew his name. Or did his boss tell them his name before he came over. No. He wasn't that kind of man. Maybe- Oh. The person was very clearly staring at his nametag. Elliot forgot that he had one of those.

He chuckled, adjusting his visor and dusting himself off, trying his best to save face.
“Sorry, man. It's been a long night.”

“Quite alright.”
The person responded with a freaky grin, far too wide for their freaky soulless face. Elliot was about to try to politely leave a second time, before he felt a presence inside behind him. What was with these people and sneaking up on him- BUILDERMAN !?

-one debriefing session later-

Elliot laughed, abruptly standing up from the chair that he had been sat down in. It made a horrid screech against the worn wooden flooring.
“Yeah. No way. You guys have to come up with a more believable story than that if you want to prank people.”
Elliot remarked, turning around to leave. He took long quick strides to ensure that he got to the door before anyone could stop him.

Someone shouted, “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Behind Elliot, but he ignored them. It was so lame to try and prank a minimum wage worker. These guys were dicks.

One painful mauling by a humanoid cake monster later, Elliot had learned his lesson.

Notes:

I gave him a dog. This will be largely irrelevant, lol. Ill work on my other one soon I promiseee, I just had to get this one out first.

Chapter 2: Pizza Hot Pockets taste so good

Summary:

Elliot does not like this dude ! lol !!!

The first game was terrifying. Same as the second, and the third. Each new killer was a new nightmare to adapt to and survive. After the sixty first game, they had started to lose their magic. And after the one thousand two hundred and thirty first game. . . The only thing motivating Elliot to keep trying was not wanting to go through the pain of dying, and even that had started to wear.

Elliot first accepted that he was in hell when he caught a glance of 007n7 during a round. He initially told himself that he was seeing things. That maybe he was so terrified, tired, and shaken up, that he had hallucinated the man. Elliot had not hallucinated. Much to his dismay.

007n7 was the only person that Elliot could confidently say that he didn't like. The man had terrorized him over a decade ago, when they were both still in school. Putting out fires quickly became the norm for Elliot, along with helping repair the display screens, directing where to install replacement windows, fixing the conveyor belts. . . Elliot had enough repair knowledge that he could replace Builderman if push came to shove.

Everything got much better for Elliot after 007n7 up and vanished. He never cared to figure out where the man had gone. He was gone, and that was all Elliot had cared about. He even found himself getting over it after a few years. Sure, 007n7 had terrorized him, but they were young. And sure, Elliot had to do a lot of extra work because of him, but he learned a lot of useful skills from that. At the end of the day, he always hoped that 007n7 grew up, and he seriously thought that the guy did. The illusion was shattered when C00lkidd came by, doing even worse than his father had, but Elliot didn't like to dwell. He used to not, at least.
As days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, Elliot increasingly felt like he was losing himself.

Happiness didn't come naturally to him anymore, it was forced. Kindness felt like a chore. He cared for his teammates. . . To an extent. But as time went on, he found that he felt nothing when they died. He used to be wracked with guilt, blame himself for failing them, but lately, all he felt was annoyed. Healing people day in and day out. They were needy. Always getting hurt. Elliot wouldn't even have to do anything if they were just better at their jobs. It had gotten to the point where he started enjoying the fact that the killers would occasionally target him. Sure, dying sucked, but it meant that he would be done with things quicker. He would get some peace and quiet alone in the cabin before the others started dropping like useless flies.

Of course, Elliot kept everything to himself. He buried his feelings as much as possible, sitting alone in his tiny cabin at night. Sometimes he would curl up into a ball and cry. Other times he would break things. He would wonder what he did to deserve being condemned to this place. He wondered if it was bad karma, or if he had a bad soul. Lately, all he did was stare off into space. He had accepted his fate. He didn't pray for freedom anymore. He found it hard to care.

It was impossible for him to be genuinely happy anymore. Elliot didn't even know the last time that he smiled for real. Every party, every dinner, every talk, every single interaction with the others. He was faking it. And God was it getting tiring.

Elliot was sat in his cabin. Like usual. There was no actual chair in his, so he just used his bed. He never had to worry about getting it dirty. The entire place reset each day. At first, it was a blessing. They never had to worry about dirty clothes or sheets. Never had to worry about misplacing anything. They never had to shower or go to the bathroom either. Their bodies were set in a similar limbo. Elliot found over time that said blessing was also a curse. The never ending pizza was the same cold pizza that he had brought when he first arrived. The horrendously squeaky door was always shrill. The floorboard in his cabin that tripped him when he wasn't careful was always out of place. Nothing ever changed. Nothing ever fucking mattered.

Elliot stood up. His thoughts were getting violent, again. He was dwelling, again. He left his cabin in a quiet daze, not sure what he was even doing. His legs took him to the edge of the dock before he even thought about the fact that he was moving. Looking down at the black water, reflecting the starless sky and the annoyingly dim moon, Elliot swore he saw eyes in the water.

It was a lake. They had discovered as much when they tried to sail out on it using an old boat that Chance had found. It was also when they had discovered that the lake was just as dangerous as the surrounding forest. The lake was just as full of monsters. Darkly colored, slimy, fish-like beasts, that leapt out of the water, and ripped a chunk out of you before you could even react. Elliot had watched Guest’s arm get ripped off by something that resembled Satan's depiction of an anglerfish, while he got his leg dislocated by a crocodile with too many teeth, and too many eyes.

He wished that was how they found out that you couldn't die in the lobby, either. It would have been, if 007n7 hadn’t found that gun. . . Yeah. Elliot wished the lake was how they found out.

He slapped himself out of it, watching the pair of glowing eyes grin and swim off. Damn monsters. He was dwelling, again. Thinking, again. All Elliot seemed to do anymore is think. It was better than watching Chance spin the blank slot machines like a zombie. The man was far more quiet these days. Elliot turned around, wanting to go grab his disgustingly cold piece of pizza for the day. Since he only brought one pizza, they all only got one cold slice each. Then they would have to wait until the world reset again. There was nothing around to drink aside from lake water, if you were desperate. They were kept always hungry, always thirsty. When he looked up, Elliot was met with the sight of one of the few things that made him feel anymore. 007n7.

Notes:

If you see a big fat huge mistake. . . lmk. These first few chapters were all written in the same night + I have ADHD and I'm not a minor but I am neurodivergent sooo

Chapter 3: I think I like Pizza Rolls better tho

Summary:

Meanie Elliot. . hmph. *Tsundere gif*

Elliot stared at 007n7 for a long, tense moment. He had always hated the man, and he made sure that 007n7 knew it. Practically everyone in the cabin despised 007n7, for that matter. The man was a depressed, lonely, single father, whose son turned out to be a monster. He had nothing and no one, and had even killed himself to get sent to this hell in the first place. The sickening scar on his chin ratted that one out. 

 

He was nothing but a waste of space in Elliot's eyes, a pathetic piece of shit that deserved everything he had coming to him. He not only birthed a monster. But his very existence was insufferable. Meek, pretending to feel guilty all the time, distancing himself from everyone. Elliot was glad that he did so, saved him the trouble of actually having to interact with the man and tell him to go hang himself, but God was it pathetic. 

 

They always avoided eachother. Elliot only healed 007n7 when he didn’t want time added onto the round, and even then he made sure to toss the pizza far away, or in the most disgusting spot possible, so the fat ass would have to run and grab it, or eat it off the floor like the dog he was. 

 

Elliot hated seeing 007n7’s pathetic ass almost as much as he hated the man himself. But, it was nice to feel something for a change, even if it was disgust and hate. 

 

“What ?”

Elliot asked with an expressionless face and a flat affect. He never felt the need to fake it around 007n7. The man wasn’t worth the energy. Elliot didn't care what 007n7 thought of him, and even if the waste of space went crying about the others about how mean Elliot was to him, nobody would care. Elliot could drown him right now, and they wouldn't even bother to fetch the body.

 

007n7 stared ahead with dead eyes that probably matched Elliot’s.

“I came to watch the waves.”

007n7 responded somewhat softly. The guy’s voice was croaky and rough. He obviously didn't talk much. 

 

Elliot scoffed, stepping forward and walking past 007n7. He shoved the man aside as he did, watching 007n7 barely stumble away from the water. He wished the fat fuck fell in. The cold pizza was just as unfulfilling as last time. 

Notes:

This one is kinda short, might lengthen it. Scratch that I wont I'll just make another chapter. If there are any tags you think should be added just comment them please. I want this to have a big fat TW so people dont accidentally get triggered. Also, should I add smut to this sometime down the line ? lmk ur thoughts gang.

Chapter 4: Pizza Bagels are trash

Summary:

Quick dive into 007n7's mind.

Notes:

POV Switch.

007n7 laid on his bed in his tiny messy cabin, staring at the roof. The draft from the small broken window near his bed made him shiver, but he didn't bother trying to fix it. He deserved to feel uncomfortable, just as he deserved arguably the worst cabin out of all of them. His was the closest to the fence, as well as the main cabin. 007n7 was thankful that he had a cabin at all, but he couldn't help but wonder if he was given this specific one on purpose. It was the only cabin with a broken window, so he was near perpetually freezing. He liked being near the main cabin, it made running off to hide after a round easier, but being near the fence meant that he was near the monsters in the woods that were almost always trying to get in. They never managed to. The fencing was flimsy, so there was probably some sort of magic protecting them, just as there was some sort of magic keeping them there. Still. The groaning, scuttling, and shrieking was upsetting. That's why 007n7 usually went to the lake to calm down. 

 

He had watched everyone die when they tried to venture the lake a year ago. They made sure to leave him specifically on land, while everyone else pulled straws to see who could go. Guest1337 had told him that he would send help back for 007n7 if they managed to get somewhere safe, but he doubted that Guest1337 actually would. He was the only one to stupidly jump into the water when he saw the others get attacked. He didn't even know why he tried swimming out there, it wasn't like he could actually do anything to save them. He almost immediately got his gut torn open by something with barbed hooks for hands. It gathered his intestines like spaghetti on a fork and dragged him under. He ended up drowning in a mix of pitch black lake water and his own blood.

 

007n7 knew exactly how long they had been there, he was the only one that did. But he never told anybody. His conversations with the others didn't even last that long to get to that point. He initially tried keeping track by carving the numbers into his wall, but that didn't work for obvious reasons. He was stupid for even trying it, really. The next thing he did was repeatedly tap his fingers the amount of days that they had been there. That quickly evolved into him tapping his foot the same number of times, and repeating the number in his head constantly. Numbers and patterns always calmed him down. 

 

Generators were a breeze for him because of that. He liked matching the colors, memorizing the patterns, and counting the amount of wires. He almost always tried doing them in order of color, or numerical order, if the wires were numbered. Fixing generators made him feel useful to his team. The only other thing he was good for was body blocking, and that always ended up with him getting screamed at for adding time by dying. He had also been scolded for not body blocking before. 007n7 didn't try to question the inconsistency. He knew that he should have known when to use himself as a meat shield, and when to not, it was his fault that he had trouble making the distinction. 

 

007n7 eventually found it in himself to get up, shivering as he quietly stepped into the main cabin. He snuck over to the singular box of pizza that they all had to share, grabbing himself the smallest slice there. He felt horrible and selfish for eating in the first place, but he always felt painfully nauseous if he didn't, and that made him perform worse. His fear of failing his teammates scared him more than his fear of being too selfish. That still didn't stop him from pushing his boundaries, though. Most days 007n7 would see how long he could go without eating before finally caving and sneaking in to steal a small piece like the rat that he was. When he performed really terribly, he would come back to no food left for him. He guessed that even Guest1337 felt that he needed to be punished sometimes. 

 

After scarfing down the cold pizza, grimacing and pinching himself whenever he wanted to cry, 007n7 made his way over to the docks. 

 

He always stared at his feet when he walked, so 007n7 didn't even notice anyone there until he was already standing behind them. 007n7 looked up in surprise, to be met with the sight of Elliot, staring out at the lake. The sight of the man made 007n7’s heart feel like it had been stabbed, as his body ran hot with shame and embarrassment. 

 

If 007n7 could go back in time, he would tell himself to conceal his identity. Instead of blasting his name everywhere while he exploited. He messed with a lot of establishments when he was still in college. Builder Brother's Pizza was his main target. He told himself and his buddies that it was because they were the biggest symbol of corporate greed and destruction in his hometown, but really, they were just close and easy. 

 

007n7 especially liked screwing with the employees. Things weren't the same without their blood curdling screams. Elliot was his favorite to tease. He didn't torture the guy as much as he teased and messed with him, doing things like making the order screen meow every time Elliot touched it.

 

007n7 didn't react when Elliot turned around. He was far too in his own world to even notice. 007n7 only snapped back to reality when Elliot spoke, making his eyes flick over to meet the blonde's. 

 

007n7 didn't even know what Elliot had said, but judging by the look he was getting, completely devoid of any feeling, he knew that he messed up already. Typical.

 

“I came to watch the waves.”

007n7 croaked softly in response. He cringed at the hoarseness of his voice, wanting to reach up and tear his vocal chords out. 007n7 avoided eye contact with Elliot after that. He wished that he had cleared his throat before speaking. He sounded just as horrible as he looked. 

 

007n7 stumbled awkwardly for footing when Elliot walked past and shoved him without a word. He apologized on instinct, mumbling a weak “Sorry. . .” but he doubted Elliot even heard him. 007n7 walked out to the edge of the dock shakily. His skin burned where Elliot had touched him. Elliot was the only survivor to touch him on purpose the entire time that he had been here. Even the killers avoided touching him when possible, preferring to use their weapons or powers to end his miserable pathetic existence. The only ones that didn't treat him like a disease were C00lkidd and Noli, but he didn't know if he should even count being stepped on as physical contact. 

 

007n7 looked down at the water, watching multiple pairs of eyes emerge from the lake's depths. He came to the dock because he was planning on cutting himself again. The “fish” liked swimming around in his blood. He contemplated briefly talking to the moon before returning to his cabin and turning his sheets into a makeshift rope. But maybe Elliot was giving him a shove in the right direction. 007n7 took a deep breath, stepping off of the dock and into the water.

 

They have been here for four hundred and thirteen days.

Notes:

Wanted to write a quick chapter in 007n7's POV. If it hasn't been clear already, the narration is also their thoughts, or heavily influenced by their thoughts. I do not think that way about the actual characters. Anyway. It is late. Lmk if yall think I should stick with the occasional POV switch, or keep it in Elliot's.

Chapter 5: Hamburger ramen

Summary:

Good soup.

Notes:

Sorry bout the delay, took a break to get high and play Cry of Fear.

Elliot went straight to his cabin once he was done eating. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. 007n7 wasn't at the docks anymore, Elliot couldn't see him at least. It was probably a good thing, given the fact that Elliot would definitely end up punching the man’s lights out if they were to cross paths again. Sometimes Elliot wondered why he didn't seek 007n7 out just to fight him. It always made him feel better to berate the pathetic bastard, and push him around. 007n7 never did anything about the abuse anyway. He just sat there and took it. If Elliot were being honest with himself, the fact that 007n7 never retaliated bothered him most of all. When backed into a corner, any living thing with half a brain fought to survive. Even a damn opossum would bite if playing dead didn't work. 

 

007n7 never fought back. He never defended himself, verbally or physically. He acted as if he had no will to survive at all. Poor thing probably, no, definitely didn't. God knows how many times he has tried killing himself. Even though they always ended up respawning, Elliot knew that 007n7 kept trying. They all did. Whether he did it to pass the time, or to see if he couldn't find a way to escape this hell, nobody cared. They gave up trying to stop him months ago. It was easier to let the self destructive maniac do what he wanted, than to try and save the life of a loser that would end up throwing everything away anyway. 

 

To see 007n7 actually try to survive would be a miracle. He didn't even do anything when killers got him anymore. It was normal seeing him not fight C00lkidd, naturally, he always stood frozen and let the little demon tear him to shreds, set him ablaze, snap his neck. It was pathetic to watch, but Elliot never tried saving him. He didn't do anything for the team anyway. Elliot still remembered the few times that he had actually seen 007n7 be useful. Though they were few and far between, he still noticed, and remembered. The few times 007n7 would stagger over to him, battered and bloody, offering Elliot a medkit, prioritizing the resident healer's health over his own. It was expected, sure, but always appreciated. Behavior like that got Elliot to almost start liking 007n7. But time had worn away what little respect that he had for the man. The mental strain of being stuck in a never ending nightmare had left Elliot apathetic, angry, and scornful. 

 

Elliot didn't know how much time had passed. He didn't even remember how he ended up at the docks instead of his cabin, staring at 007n7’s floating corpse. The water was tinged red, and darker around the body. 007n7’s intestines and other organs were spilling out of a gash in his belly. That explained why he wasn't visible at the docks earlier, at least. Despite all of his raging emotions, Elliot felt oddly calm looking at the scene. He never liked seeing people get hurt, it always made him feel horrible for them, and try to help in any way that he could. His desire to help didn't stop at first aid, either. On the days that Elliot wasn't working, he would oftentimes help his friends, coworkers, family members, with all sorts of tasks. He used to be the first guy that people called when they needed help moving. He couldn't even remember how many nights he would stay up to help a friend going through a crisis. Elliot would even keep an eye out for C00lkidd, after seeing a missing poster on one of his deliveries. Though, he would never admit as much to 007n7. Speaking of. 

 

There was about an hour until Elliot had to go to sleep. Or he should go to sleep, rather. He preferred to stay up if he could help it. Lessened the chance of surprise Mafioso rounds. Still. He was getting tired of staring at a purple, floating corpse. Even the monsters that had been swimming circles underneath the body had gotten bored and moved on. Elliot stood up with a grunt and left the docks, only to return with a large stick. He just wanted to fetch 007n7’s body out of the water because it was ruining the view. No other reason. With a surprising lack of effort, Elliot was able to snag 007n7’s shirt with the tip of the stick, and drag the floating body over to the edge of the dock. Being practically organless probably made the guy weigh a hell of a lot less. Elliot repositioned himself to lean over and grab the body, using 007n7’s sleeves as makeshift handles. He felt his legs and back want to give out the moment he tried lifting the bastard, but he knew that if he didn't hurry, Elliot would be fish food as well. Using practically all of his strength, Elliot managed to haul the soaking wet carcass up onto the dock. He narrowly avoided toppling over into the water, seeing the glowing eyes lurking underneath the surface, waiting. 007n7’s body hit the wood with a sickening splat, residual blood oozing out and mixing with lake water to create a barely pink liquid. 007n7’s middle was empty. Just flabs of skin and a cavity. It was the skinniest 007n7 had ever been. Elliot wanted to laugh. But he didn't. Dragging the body up the dock a bit, Elliot stopped to stare at 007n7’s pale face.

 

He looked weirdly peaceful while dead. It was bizarre how someone could die so pretty. Compared to the usual, at least. It was definitely preferable to how sad and pitiful he looked all the time. Elliot found him almost tolerable this way. If it weren't for the gore and lifelessness of it all. 007n7 was nice and quiet, quieter than usual, at least. No matter how meek and closed off 007n7 was, he always ended up opening his stupid fat mouth to try and apologize to Elliot whenever they were near one another. The annoying incessant apologies were one of the many reasons that Elliot avoided 007n7. He hated reminders of why he was still holding a grudge in the first place. Anyhow. Corpse 007n7 was definitely better company than living 007n7. Cold and grotesque, but still better company. 

 

Elliot flopped down onto the dock next to the body. He felt 007n7’s bloody lake water start to seep into his hair, but he didn't care to move. The starless sky was boring to stare at, but the endless void above gave him a nice space to think. Plus, it was better than the eigengrau that he was used to seeing. 

Notes:

I should start editing these more, but that would require me to reread it, and I am not prepared to face my writing like that just yet. Next chapter might take a minute, I'm supposed to be moved into my new apartment by friday lolz

Chapter 6: BBQ pizza slaps

Summary:

Elliot dies and goes to hell. /ref

Notes:

TW: Slur. From hereon out, the ones I can reclaim will pop up. Keep that in mind moving forward if it bothers you. (If I used one earlier without realizing, I am sorry about that.)

It had been a solid week since Elliot had seen 007n7. Which Elliot preferred. It made him think about the guy less. Or that would be the case, if 007n7 hadn't been plaguing his mind as of late. The stupid sad pathetic waste of space seemed to be one of the only things he could think about. It sucked.

 

When the first round of the day started, Elliot found himself lucky enough to spawn near a generator. He immediately got to work while waiting for his ability to charge. It was annoying being limited in his abilities, but the command panel on his arm was intuitive enough, and it gave him something to do. During his first games, Elliot would try as hard as he could to stay alive, and be a valuable asset to his team. He didn't care much anymore, just did the bare minimum not to die immediately. A feat that was proving harder and harder as the more skilled he got, the more the killers seemed to want to eliminate him first. Being a healer sucked. 

 

Unsurprisingly, Elliot was only able to complete two puzzles before he heard faint music start to play. The sound let him know that the killer was drawing near, and that it was 1x1x1x1. He got off the generator and hid around a corner, checking the command panel on his arm. Of course, Chance was already at half health, Shedletsky was low, and Dusekkar was dead somehow. With an audible groan, Elliot decided to go look for Chance to heal them. The last thing that he needed was for them to die and add more time onto the match. Elliot had important things to do after all, like stare at the ceiling and fantasize about killing 007n7. 

 

He would start by hunting the man down after the last round of the day, cornering him in his cabin, or at the docks. 007n7 seemed to only ever go to those two spots, anyway. Elliot would attack him, lunging at 007n7 and beating him until his face was unrecognizable. He would watch as bruises bloomed all across battered skin, and blood dribbled from 007n7’s mouth, nose, small cuts all over, hell, even his eyes. Elliot would finish the job by pinning him down and choking him out. But what if 007n7 actually fought back for once. . ? It would be so-

 

Elliot was rudely ripped out of his thoughts by a bleeding chance practically throwing themself at his feet. At least that made his job easier, Elliot wasn't actually looking for the guy all that hard. With a sigh, Elliot reached into his pizza bag and grabbed a slice, dropping it in Chance’s general vicinity. They would probably know to catch it before it hit the floor. Elliot went on his way without a word after that, walking right past what he assumed was supposed to be a broken pirate ship. He saw another generator nestled against some rocks, and started walking towards it when he realized that it wasn't completed yet. Much to Elliot’s complete and utter delight, another survivor slammed into him, making him fall onto his feet this time. He got up to start yelling at them, only to realize that it was the headless body of TwoTime. Looking up, he was also able to catch the split second before two swords came barreling at him, slashing into his abdomen, and lodging themselves there, before dissipating. 

 

He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the musical cue that a killer was nearby. The wounds hurt, but the searing pain was nothing compared to the panic of what Elliot knew came next. His skin felt like it was buzzing, his hands shaking and trembling violently as pop ups started appearing before him. When it first happened to him, Elliot was too freaked out by the pain of being stabbed twice to even deal with the pop ups. He thought that he was hallucinating them, and after panicking for a bit, he was stabbed to death by 1x1x1x1. After conferring with the others, he learned what it was, and how to deal with it. Elliot’s least favorite part about being hit with what 1x1x1x1 had dubbed their “entanglement” was how slow it made him. Elliot felt like he was submerged in tar after the swords dissipated, practically unable to move his legs. Thank god he could still move his arms quickly enough to clear the pop ups and run. The feeling of slowness came from whatever toxins 1x1x1x1 imbued his swords with, and the antidote was getting rid of the pop ups, for whatever reason. Sadly, Elliot was only able to clear the pop ups, and regain full functionality of his legs, before he felt a sword slice across his chest. 

 

Elliot shouted out in pain, gritting his teeth as he turned around and started running. His skin was buzzing and vibrating again, his vision glitching as he stumbled away. He wasn't even sure why he was running when he was sure to die anyway. The instinct to survive died hard, he guessed. Elliot was lucky enough to be saved when Shedletsky’s bloodthirsty ass leapt in to save him, slashing 1x1x1x1 and taunting them so that they would attack him instead. The guy had probably found a medkit or something, Elliot didn't know. He tossed a slice of pizza over his shoulder just in case as he ran. 

 

Somehow, Elliot was able to make it alive to a broken down building. He limped inside and up the ramp to a small landing, collapsing against the nearest wall to catch his breath. His sides were still burning and aching from where he had been stabbed, and he could now see the skin around the gash across his chest sloughing off. God it hurt. It burned and ached. Stabbing pain shot all across his body from the wounds. Luckily, the poison somewhat cauterized the wounds, so he wasn't losing a lot of blood. But it still hurt like a bitch. The pain would only intensify once the adrenaline wore off. It was times like these where Elliot wondered why he didn't just cave and eat his own magically healing pizza. But that would require him to break his promise that he made to himself when he first got here. And he wasn't ready to admit that he was a total piece of shit just yet. 

 

Elliot didn't know what he was going to do. He could go back out and look for a medkit, or try to hide for the rest of the round, or try to heal someone else before facing the inevitable. Elliot’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and a sigh. Elliot looked up to be met with the sight of 007n7’s fat ass, and he suddenly wished that he had been killed back there. 

 

Elliot rose to his feet, drawing in an aching breath to start. . . Shouting ? He didn't know. But he was interrupted by a medkit being wordlessly tossed at his feet. Too many things were being thrown at him today. Elliot looked between the medkit and 007n7 for a moment before silently picking it up with a glare. 007n7 had the audacity to worry his hands and nod before spinning on his heel and disappearing back down the ramp. At least the retard knew to leave Elliot alone. After using the medkit to heal the gash on his chest, and the stab wounds at his sides, Elliot exited the building and began looking for the final generator that needed to be completed. He wanted the round to end already, and it was about to soon, given that nobody else died. Elliot saw 007n7’s body face down in the mud when he rounded a wall. He kicked the body before continuing on. It wasn't actually 007n7 anyway. 1x1x1x1 always beheaded their victims, and that thing still had its head fully attached. Definitely a clone. If it were the real thing, Elliot would have made sure to stare at the body for far longer. He always preferred 007n7 dead.

 

As he walked, Elliot would stumble across the occasional corpse. Builderman, Guest, Noob, they had all managed to get themselves killed while he was recomposing himself. The only people still alive were Shed, Taph, and 007n7, surprisingly. Chance had managed to get themselves killed even though Elliot had helped them earlier, and TwoTime was not able to earn their second life before being thrown at him, apparently. 

 

While walking back to where he initially spawned in, Elliot stumbled across Shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 engaged in a sword fight. He tossed a slice of pizza at Shed before taking cover at the other side of the building. He just needed the right opening to sneak off and go hide for the rest of the round. Looking at his control panel, Elliot could see that all of the generators were finished. A flash of blue in the distance also let Elliot know that 007n7 was nearby. He had no clue where Taph was. Probably in the corner making some sort of stupid nest. 

 

Oddly, 007n7 seemed to be sat behind a wall a small ways ahead of Elliot. The idiot was repeatedly peeking over at Elliot, and, presumably, 1x1x1x1 and Shed. The music was still blaring in Elliot’s ears, so he knew that the killer was still right behind him. Shedletsky was doing a good job of fighting them and keeping them distracted. Elliot glared at 007n7. Both to see him better, and to clearly display his contempt for the piece of garbage. Why wasn't 007n7 being useful and doing something ? He could be out finding another medkit, or being prepared in case Shedletsky lost 1x1x1x1’s attention. Maybe 007n7 had finally learned that he would only get in the way if he tried to help. All he was good for was errands, generators, and being a meat shield. Elliot would give anything to watch 1x1x1x1 cut 007n7’s belly open. The way the man’s corpse looked last time was still seared into his memory. Perfectly quiet, perfectly empty. 

 

Elliot could see 007n7 start to wave at him. First discretely, then frantically, then full blown panicked, as 007n7 jumped up and started shouting inaudibly. Elliot couldn't hear the bastard over the loud music that followed 1x1x1x1 around ambiently. Flipping 007n7 off, Elliot stood up fully now. Screw strategy, he was going to go deck the guy. A painful blow to his back snapped Elliot out of it immediately. Elliot’s vision glitched out as he was knocked to the floor. He could feel the skin of his back bubbling and falling off in chunks from the poison. He was barely able to scramble to his feet before 1x1x1x1 stabbed him in the side while laughing. 1x1x1x1 used the sword in Elliot’s side to spin him around, making Elliot face them as they prepared to kill him. Chunks of Elliot’s flesh flew out when they yanked the sword free. He could have sworn he'd seen his kidney in there. As he struggled to stay conscious, Elliot felt what could only be 007n7, or one of his clones, slam into his back. The violent force shoved Elliot right into 1x1x1x1’s blade, impaling him on it. Elliot coughed, blood splattering all over 1x1x1x1 and their blade. Fuck. It hurt. It hurt a lot. The pain was so intense it was almost numbing, and agony, at the same time. 1x1x1x1 laughed maniacally, clearly enjoying torturing the pizza boy. They sure were taking their sweet ass time killing him. Elliot watched weakly as 1x1x1x1 raised their other sword, swinging it down and landing it straight in between his eyes. Elliot was as good as dead with the blow. The last thing that he saw was scraps of blue fabric as blood filled his eyes, and the world faded to a violent black. 

 

Back in the cabin, Elliot immediately ran outside to hurl. It was always discombobulating being transported back, and his body always lagged behind. There was a solid 10 seconds of pure agony after a round, where he still felt his body dying, screaming out in pain for mercy. The hour after that was full of phantom pains that slowly tapered off. Though, they never fully went away. Elliot was gripping the railing with white knuckles when he finally felt good enough to think at least semi-clearly. The bushes below were caked in bile. There was never much in his stomach to begin with. Elliot couldn't believe that 007n7 was so useless that he ended up helping the killer out by getting Elliot impaled. The fact that the bitch even had the guts to pull a move like that was appalling. He probably gave Elliot the medkit earlier only to prolong his suffering. Elliot didn't even spectate the rest of the round, or go to his cabin. Elliot stayed stood by the door, waiting. Because he knew one thing for sure. He was going to make 007n7 regret ever meeting him. 

Notes:

Elliot finally died ! Hurray !!!

Pumped this out in a day, right before I move tomorrow morning. The next chapter might take a minute because of that. But, I also write this to vent, obv, so who knows ! It could be immediate.

Chapter 7: I have been eating nothing but potatoes

Summary:

Elliot, bro, you can't just do that.

Notes:

Self harm mentioned extra this time around chat

007n7 was filled with instantaneous dread the moment that he saw Elliot die. He had tried sending out a clone to body block, and allow Elliot the chance to escape, but he couldn't even do that right. All that he managed to do was get Elliot killed, and his clone torn to bits shortly thereafter. 007n7 didn't waste any time in hightailing it out of there after Elliot died. As much as he enjoyed hurting himself, it drowned his thoughts out and made time pass in the blink of an eye, he knew that dying now would only get him sent back to the cabin, and he really didn't want to go back to the cabin. A screw up big enough to get Elliot killed meant that not only would Elliot be mad at him, but everyone would be. He kissed dinner goodbye, already planning on booking it out of the main cabin the moment he found himself sitting in one of those uncomfortable wooden chairs. 

 

Oddly, 1x1x1x1 ran off to go chase after Taph for the rest of the round, leaving 007n7 alone to panic. Surprisingly, the round ended shortly thereafter. Taph was able to avoid all of 1x1x1x1’s attacks, and made sure to laugh each time he baited them into running into a wall. Taph was busy pumping his fist and high fiving Builderman when 007n7 jolted up to a stand, his chair screeching harshly against the wooden floor and clattering to the ground loudly. True to his word, 007n7 sped walked straight to the door, keeping his head down and avoiding looking at the people that were most definitely glaring at him. He could have jumped with joy when he made it to the door, his eyes shooting up to lock onto his cabin. That turned out to be the wrong move, because the moment 007n7 wasn't staring at the floor, he tripped over something. 

 

007n7 fell onto the porch with a dull thud. He was too slow to put his arms out and catch himself, but he managed to twist more onto his side so that he didn't fall on his face. 007n7 silently rolled over onto his hands and knees to get up, when he felt a sharp pain at his head. 007n7 hissed as he was dragged down the stairs by his hair, hardly able to crawl forward and stumble to his feet as his burger hat toppled off of his head. 007n7 heard a high pitched squeak as Noobie hit the porch, but he didn't have time to worry about them at the moment. He was hardly able to keep up, his brain was still lagging behind from being teleported and falling so abruptly, but 007n7 was able to tell that it was Elliot dragging him based off of his pants and shoes. Staring at the floor all the time, 007n7 could tell all of the survivors by their shoes alone. 007n7’s head was violently yanked back, and Elliot scoffed before spitting in his face and tossing him onto the rocky path in front of the docks. 

 

007n7 groaned softly when he hit the floor for a second time. His cuts burned as he struggled to get up. He really regretted relapsing before he killed himself for the first time. Waking up with fresh cuts on his thighs every morning was not fun. As if he knew about them, Elliot dug his heel into 007n7’s thigh, making him cry out as he was forced to kneel. 007n7 bit his lip to muffle his whimpers and hisses of pain, and to distract himself from it at least somewhat. He was expecting Elliot to be mad, but not this mad. Elliot had never gotten physical with him before. 007n7 reluctantly looked up at Elliot when the man dug his heel in more, assuming that was what he wanted. 007n7 was shaking like a leaf as he opened his mouth to apologize. He could feel Elliot’s spit drip down his chin, dipping near his mouth. 

 

“Hit me.”

 

007n7 was shocked by the words, cringing immediately. Did he say that ? He hadn't even been thinking it but- 007n7 was torn out of his thoughts when Elliot stepped forward, grinding his heel against 007n7’s thigh, and yanking him back by his hair again to force eye contact.

“I said. Hit. Me.”

 

Elliot sounded angry, and 007n7 was shocked. Why in the world would Elliot want to be hit. By him no less. 

“I-I’m sorry. . But I don't understand.”

007n7 started to croak out, having to pause and clear his throat to calm his shaky voice. He hadn't even noticed that he was crying.

 

“Oh would you quit it with the apologizing !” 

Elliot roared, finally taking his heel off of 007n7’s thigh, and firmly planting it on the ground in front of him. 007n7 sucked in a shuttering breath at the yelling, shutting him up immediately as he forced himself to stare at Elliot with a trembling gaze. He was never able to handle yelling well.

 

007n7 thought about how to respond, but he couldn't think of anything. He hardly believed that he even heard Elliot correctly. 007n7 was at a complete loss for both words, and thought. Elliot roughly let go of the hold that he had on 007n7’s hair, causing 007n7’s head to drop down. 007n7 stared at the floor, blinking away his watery eyes as he thought about what he did to warrant this. He brought his trembling hands up to his lap, catching a brief glimpse of where his blood had soaked through his pants at the spot where Elliot had dug his heel into 007n7’s cuts, before he looked back up at Elliot. 

 

“I’m-”

007n7 quickly cut himself off, he didn't want to be yelled at anymore than he already had been, if he could prevent it.

 

“Why do you want me to hurt you ?”

007n7 fidgeted with his hands and picked at his cuticles as he spoke. He hated how he sounded like a child. He couldn't even stand up for himself and outright say that he didn't want to. Even if Elliot hurt him, 007n7 didn't want to retaliate, he deserved it, anyhow. It was much easier to take the beatings than it was to dish them out. Plus, 007n7 didn't think that he would be able to look at himself the same if he ever did something like that.

 

Elliot, of course, rolled his eyes at 007n7’s question. He didn't even bother to respond, instead, he lifted his leg up, and kicked 007n7 square in the chest. 007n7 wheezed at the blow, choking on his own spit as he stopped breathing for a second. He regained his balance, sitting back on his heels as he began clutching his chest and coughing roughly when his breath returned to him. Elliot didn't seem to care at all about the fact that he was hurting 007n7. 

 

“Get up. Hit me back.”

Elliot commanded, nudging 007n7 roughly with his foot. 007n7 still had no clue what was going on. He still didn't understand why in the world Elliot would want 007n7 to hit him. Maybe it was so he could justify doing worse than he was already doing now. 007n7 cringed at the idea. He didn't even bother to respond. He was too much of a pussy to say that he didn't want to, and he knew that saying anything would only make Elliot angrier. He remained hunched over and staring at the ground, breathing raggedly. 007n7 could hear Elliot scoff above him. He felt his hair being forcefully grabbed once more, as Elliot yanked his head up yet again and forced eye contact. 007n7 thought that he probably looked pathetic, all sad, with Elliot’s spit still wet on his face in some places. 

 

007n7 watched as Elliot grit his teeth while staring at him. They held tense, silent eye contact for a while. A surprisingly long while. 007n7 knew better than to look away. He just stared into Elliot’s shaking, dilated, blue eyes. They were slightly bloodshot, 007n7 noticed. He saw what he swore was Elliot start to tear up, before he felt Elliot’s fist connect with his face. A sickening crack sounded the moment 007n7 was hit, his head whipping back as Elliot let go of him. Elliot had managed to hit him square in the nose, undoubtedly breaking it. 007n7 fell backwards. He let himself fall back. He felt blood start to pour out of his nose, trickling into his throat at the new angle. The pain was briefly delayed, but once he felt it, he felt it. 

 

007n7 started crying immediately, forcing himself to sit up as he coughed up blood. A migraine quickly bloomed in his head, but it was nothing compared to the radiating pain from his nose. The tears were just a biological response to being hit in the nose. He didn't even feel anything except for numbness at this point. When he looked at the ground ahead of himself, Elliot was gone. 

 

007n7 managed to stumble back to his cabin. His thigh was caked in both dried and fresh blood, his nose still pouring thin rivulets down his face. He didn't give himself the luxury of putting himself out of his misery. Instead, he sat heavy on his bed, forcing himself to deal with the pain. Elliot had done it for a reason. Punishment, most likely. 007n7 oftentimes punished himself as well. Whatever Elliot's reasoning, 007n7 decided to deal with the injuries until the next round. Maybe that would make him learn his lesson. And maybe Elliot might respect him more if he didn't kill himself like Elliot undoubtedly expected. 

Notes:

Sorry bout the delay, college got in the way and I have to be in a very specific headspace to write this. All of the comments are appreciated btw, I read each and every one of them and lmao frequently :p

Chapter 8: Who else puts cheese in their ramen

Summary:

r/iam14andthisisdeep

Notes:

I just realized how little dialogue are in these. Don't worry, yapping soon !

Elliot spent the following week or so completely ignoring 007n7. It wasn't hard. He didn't even know what had gotten into him the last time that they spoke. It felt good for the first few minutes, but whatever relief that Elliot had felt was immediately shadowed over by blind rage. Rage at not just 007n7, but everything. Elliot just wanted him to fight back, he guessed. To prove that he was still alive. All 007n7 had done was confirm that he was dead inside. His lifeless eyes weren't just a look, they were reflections of his soul, or lack thereof. Despite that, though, the moment that Elliot looked deep into 007n7’s empty eyes, he was overwhelmed with disgust. Not with 007n7, but himself. 

 

It was like some fucked up moment of clarity, where he realized just what he had let this place turn him into. Hell, he wasn't the kind of guy to fight anybody ! Well, there was that one time in highschool, but that was more peer pressure and rolling around on the ground than anything. Elliot didn't like seeing people hurt. He hated it. That was why he was a healer in the first place, wasn't it ? He liked helping people. But God. Seeing 007n7 like that made him so happy. It was as cathartic as it was horrifying. 

 

Sure, it scared him that he was capable of doing that to another person. But, at the same time, he wasn't even sure that 007n7 counted as a real person. The guy was obviously dead inside. Not just as some edgy joke either. His eyes had no light behind them, they were soulless. Even TwoTime had more life in their eyes than 007n7. Maybe that was because they were actually alive, at least, to his knowledge. Still. The other dead survivors weren't nearly as dead as 007n7. It pissed Elliot off. Maybe that was partially why Elliot preferred 007n7 dead. He was right that way. 

 

007n7 was more of a walking corpse than a person. A zombie. His very existence a sin against nature. Along with his evil ass kid. Elliot swore that despite his jovial nature, C00lkidd was just as dead as his father. If not moreso. He always got a kick out of watching Guest punch the little guy, or Shed stab him. Before feeling a bit bad, of course, Elliot could never fully bring himself to hate kids, even if they were monstrous satan spawn. He could, however, bring himself to hate a man like 007n7. And he did. He definitely still did. The more time he spent away from 007n7, Elliot was reminded of why he couldn't stand the fucker. 007n7 deserved it. Just as he deserved to starve. Just as he deserved to hurt himself. Just as he deserved to kill himself. 

 

Elliot needed to calm down. He was getting worked up over his own damn thoughts again. He drummed his fingers on his bed, tapping his foot against the hardwood as he tried to remember what he used to do to be happy. Before 007n7. Before he stopped feeling. Before getting forsaken in this damn place. He was drawing a blank. He did know one way he could feel some joy. Fleeting as it was, it also felt great. Compared to the wearisome suffering they were all accustomed to, any feeling felt great. Hell. It was just as easy to get addicted to anger as it was to sorrow. Elliot preferred the anger route when possible. He didn't like feeling like a pitiful bitch. Like 007n7. Fucking 007n7. Elliot couldn't take it anymore. He got up, and stormed out of his cabin. He wanted to be happy for a change, and he knew the quickest way to get that.

Notes:

I wanted to get what I had out right quick. Would yall prefer shorter, more frequent updates, or longer, less frequent ones ?