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It was a normal shift. Boring, but Elliot could deal with that. All night shifts were boring, the pizzeria being practically a ghost town. Boring meant easy. Boring meant no interruptions.
Elliot was mopping the floor, preparing for tomorrow's slew of customers.
That was all good, when…
“Elliottttttt~~”
A loud voice rang through Builder Brothers’ pizzeria. Elliot sighed.
He’d recognise that hacker’s voice anywhere. 007n7. And, with 007n7, of course, came Noli.
Elliot could never catch a fucking break from those two, could he? It was torture.
Sure enough, Elliot saw the duo walk into the pizzeria. They were the only people there, as Elliot was working the night shift. He wished he could be in bed. He felt a flame of jealousy as he saw both of the hackers were wearing pajamas.
Elliot sighed. “You guys are banned, remember?” He said tiredly, continuing to mop. “That means leave. Go back to bed.”
Seven laughed. “But we’ve missed you..” he said, voice dripping in over-the-top sadness. Elliot decided to put his mop away and confront the two head-on. When Elliot looked back up, Seven was lighting a cigarette.
“Hey! You aren't allowed to do that in here! There- there’s literally a sign!” Elliot groaned. “Okay. What do you guys want? You're obviously here for a reason. Just tell me so I can help you and get you two to leave.” He said, walking up to seven, who promptly blew a plume of smoke into his face. Eliiot coughed and stepped back.
“Awww, th3re’s n0 [a-]alteri0r m0tive! We just w4nt t0 see 0ur favoutire p1zza-b0y!” Noli laughed, walking up to him. Elliot stepped away, but Noli reached out and put his arm around Elliot's shoulder. The action in itself wasn't threatening, but the strength in Noli's arm showed Elliot that if he wanted to move he couldn't. Elliot practically shrank in his skin, crossing his arms. Noli was so strong…
“N-Noli, please. Seriously, I don't need you guys bothering me tonight.”
“awww y0ure n0 fun.” Noli said. He grabbed eliiot’s face squeezing his cheeks together. Elliot slapped his hand away, not so gently. Noli stepped back, hands up. He still had a smile on his face, though. Seven was in the corner, doubled over laughing. “I’ll tell you what Pizza-boy,” he said. “You go make us some, uh.. pizza, and we’ll get off your ass for a bit!”
Elliot sighed. “Fine,” he said. “So, what do you guys want?”
The two thought for a moment.
“P3pp3r0ni?” Noli suggested.
“Pepperoni.” 007n7 confirmed. The two sat down at a booth, and Elliot sighed and walked into the kitchen area. Although his mind was screaming about how he should hate the exploiters, a little voice in his head told him some of their pranks were undeniably funny. Besides, at least his night shifts weren't so boring now. That sounded stupid. He should just make their pizzas.
Maybe ten minutes later, he walked out with two small pepperoni pizzas. He placed them both onto the table.
“Are you two happy now?” he asked.
“Awww, yeah!” 007n7 said. “You’re really sweet, y'know. You should sit with us~.” He said, in that stupid flirtatious voice. Elliot was tempted for a second but…
Wait, 007n7 was still smoking.
“I told you you cant have that in here,” Elliot said. Before the hacker could protest, Elliot had swiftly taken the cigarette out of his mouth. 007n7 looked shocked. His jaw was on the floor. Noli was laughing.
“Wow Elli, you’re slick.” 007n7 recovered. His face was blushed though. “Now give it back.”
Elliot sighed, though something in him was a bit excited at the thought of being in control of the situation at once.
“Actually, I don't think I will,” Elliot said, taking a puff of smoke. If 007n7 was pink before, he was red as a tomato now. He turned away.
Noli faced Elliot.
“C4n you g3t us s0m3 dr1nks, p1zza boy?” he asked.
“G00d b0yy,,” Elliot was greeted when he came back. These two were so difficult. At least 007n7 looked normal again.
Less flustered.
Noli could always keep his cool though.
“Y’know, noli, i think this is getting kind of boring,” 007n7 smiled, staring at Elliot.
“Y3ah sev, 1 f3el the same w4y! H0w 4b0ut we sp1ce th!ngs up!” Noli said.
The two stood up, and Elliot instinctually backed up. He knew that things were probably about to get a bit less fun. His suspicions were confirmed when 007n7 pulled up his c00lgui, the black and red panels fizzing into reality.
“Fuck, uhm..” think fast elliot. “guys, you don't have to do anything crazy. I’ll call the admins, I swear. Lay a hand on the pizzeria and I'll. You'll, uhm regret it.” Elliot said, pulling out his phone. He continued to walk backwards. He never was good in high pressure situations. He could never do the kind of shit that Noli and 007n7 did. Noli started walking towards him.
“4www, w3 w0uld never hurt y0u. Y0u’re t00 cut3. But 1 th1nk th1s pl4c3 n33ds 4 b1t 0f… r3dec0rating.” NOli said. He grabbed Elliot by the arm, grip tight and took his phone. 007n7 had already pressed a few buttons on the gui, retexturing a few of the walls in the pizzeria. The all-too familiar team c00lkidd message wall already plastered across multiple surfaces. That would be a pain to fix. Noli was sipping on the cola that Elliot had given him moments prior. He put the drink down and looked at Elliot's phone.
“Wh4t k1nda stuff d0 y0u have on h3r3?” He asked.
“None of your business.” Elliot said.
“Then 1 h0pe y0u d0nt mind if 1….0hhh, c0ntacts!!” Noli said. “This 1s y0ur d4d, right?”
Elliot nodded.
“Sm1le!” Noli said, snapping a selfie. “1’m sure y0ur dad’ll l0ve this. Wh4t d0 you w4nt me t0 caption it? M3 and my boyfriends?"
Noli laughed.
“Just shut up. He’ll call the police, you know,” Elliot said.
Noli cursed out loud.
“Sev, we g0tta g0!” He yelled.
007n7 closed his c00lgui and nodded.
“Bye, handsome!” the hacker said. Noli and 007n7 left.
fuck my life, thought Elliot.