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comes back from the abyss. ummm hi guys! hiiii! puts this. puts this on The Plate™. please dont eat me

also these prompts work perfectly considering i have some hcs on builderman and elliot's relationship

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

"Could have been worse than simple payback."

words: 3,450

ler!elliot, lee!007n7

summary: (pre-forsaken) Given the chance, Elliot would readily throw 007n7 into an oven on broil. But with a little help, there are somewhat satisfactory alternatives.

additional TW: mild restraint (one hand is cuffed), lightly implied pizzaburger

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Elliot’s cheek pressed into the cash register counter. A pretty typical activity for Monday at three something in the afternoon, since not many people showed up around then. A break was nice of course, but he couldn’t help but itch for something to do. He didn’t even have to be here right now, and yet he felt responsible for making sure everything went smoothly.

Something he regretted thinking when the door bell jingled against the wall, a little breeze hitting his face from outside. In walked a certain… person, whose corrupted red had taunted him so often before.

To say he wasn’t exactly pleased to see the man would be an understatement.

007n7, ‘in terrible disguise’ Elliot thought, shamelessly strolled in, waving to the pizzeria worker behind the counter in a sly sort of way. It looked stupid.

Probably here to bother him again, but this time, Elliot wouldn’t be able to use work as a distraction. But he sure as hell wasn’t about to sit through it.

“Hey, pizza boy~!”

“...”

7n7 smiled at the tired glare he received. “Whaaat, not gonna ask me for my order?”

Elliot’s face ducks into his arms, the cashier sighing as he collects himself enough to groan out a response. One he already knows 007n7 won’t listen to. “Get out.”

“Already?? But I just got here!”

He almost huffs at his tone. “That’s the point, terrorist.” He raises his head just enough to glance out the drive-through side window, only to see nobody and let his head fall back while listening to the unfortunate not-sound of 007n7 leaving the building. “uUhughhh, can you just go away?” Why today? Why any day?

“Nahhh, I’m good.”

When Elliot opened his eyes again, 007n7 was gracelessly sitting on the counter and poking at him like a zoo animal. He hated that expression. He’d also hate it for a regular to walk in and see him, a normally well put together worker, with a terrorist you’d probably recognize if you squinted just a little.

There’s faint giggling from the back of the pizzeria. Elliot groans, and stops leaning on the counter. Great. “Could you wait one moment. Please.”

007n7 snickered. “I dunnoooo, you’ve got about a minute before I burn something–”

Elliot scoffed. It’d been a pretty long time– nearly a year now– since the last workplace fire caused by the hacker (or his annoying friend that had often tagged along), strangely enough. Even so, it had been minor. Those empty threats hadn’t really meant much to him as of late. “Right, cause’ you just can’t wait for that long without me being here for you to bother.”

Elliot pushes the door back into the kitchen open and walks through before 007n7 can respond, treading through a short hallway to the pizza boxing room and stopping when he found the problem. Slacking teenagers, and not the first time with these ones in specific. The conversation between the four girls there abruptly stopped.

“Hey! What did I say about congregating by the office? I’ve told you guys multiple times, a slow day does not mean you stop, and crowding in this building, especially this room, is a safety hazard.” A couple ingenuine sorries were quietly murmured back. Elliot would’ve been kinder, but for obvious reasons, he wasn’t exactly in that mood today.

“Assemble pizza boxes, please. We need more ready to go.” He thinks for a moment. Idea. Pointing at one of them, “You, on the register.” With a teenage girl in tow, Elliot pushes back out to the front.

“Umm, is that guy supposed to be sitting on the-?”

“Don't worry about him.” Elliot drags a hand down his face, walking out in front of the register and silently glaring at the greasy idiot in question.

007n7 hopped off the counter and followed Elliot through the front double doors as the bell rang again. “Mann, you really suck at your job. Leaving the register on the clock?”

“You're literally not even employed.” Elliot looks side to side, before wandering over to the non-drive-through side of the building.

“Self-employed!” 007n7 proclaims.

Elliot groans. “Terrorism isn't a job. Anyway, I've been on break since ten minutes ago. I usually just choose not to use it.”

“Aww, so you mean you went on break just for me? You're so sweet, pizza boy.” 7n7 puts an arm around Elliot in a condescending way he already knows the other will hate.

“Wh- I-” Elliot splutters at the notion, shoving the hacker back and shrinking away. “NO?! I just can't bear to stand at the register while you bother me, you greasy asshole.”

007n7 just smugly stares back, eyes seemingly somewhere else.

“Oh my- Are you even listening to me??”

← ← ←

Elliot sat in one of the chairs in Builderman’s office, chatting away about a certain irritating hacker while the architect of Robloxia in question did paperwork.

Builderman sighed, pausing his writing to give Elliot a sympathetic look. “I… don’t know what to do for ya, kid. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just- it’s so infuriating, y’know? When he’s threatening to terrorize the place, he comes right up close– just to pester me. Sometimes he goes to the restaurant for an hour or two in terrible disguise just to tease and poke at me while I’m on the job. A lot, actually. He obviously finds it funny– always looking at me when he knows I'm pissed off–”

Builderman scoffed, clicking his pen a few times. “Oh really. Yeah, not much else to expect from–” He does an expressionless double take, processing what Elliot said and pausing. An hour or two? Up close? Nooo other motives than just.. being there?

“..A hacker..” Two things.

1. If he knew anything, that pesky exploiter was definitely interested in his nephew, and 2. If 007n7 was going up close, that’s an advantage worth, well. Taking advantage of.

…

“Handcuffs? Really?” Elliot turns the metal object over in his hands, which gleams a bluish color after being shifted underneath the light.

“They ain't normal ones, Elliot. I give em’ and similar tech to m’mods so they can actually pin hackers in place.”

Elliot smiles at him, spinning the so-called ‘device’ on his finger as he's handed the corresponding key. “uh. Honored… I guess.”

Builderman chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, I trust you that much. Just.. on the off chance he gets distracted, try and use em’, yeah?” He sighed.

“I’ll be honest, you probably won’t catch him, but maybe he’ll learn to keep his distance from you.

…Or maybe you could be the reason we have one less notorious pest in our lists.”

Elliot huffed. “Yeah, maybe.”

→ → →

Distracted.

Elliot harshly yanks the insufferable hacker’s right arm towards him. It doesn’t move the exploiter at all considering 7n7 is probably at least forty kilos heavier, but it gets 007n7 to meet Elliot’s unimpressed gaze. “Dangg, we moving into the violence phase now? Cute, I didn’t think you’d get past the whining–”

Click.

When 007n7 tilts his gaze back down at the noise, he’s too late.

Click!

Elliot lets go of his arm, leaving him attached in part to the convenient nearby metal rail.

“Did. Did you just handcuff me?” 007n7 laughs and immediately runs a script.

…But the code voids itself before it works. The hacker’s expression immediately drops. “... What the hell?”

Elliot had stared blankly at the other, and at the sight of the failure, a smile slowly crept onto his face. It actually worked– finally, some leverage. “Oh yeahhh! About that. This one’s different! I think they use these when arresting exploiters, or.. Something. I don’t know. Cool, huh?”

7n7 refused to be afraid, so he just acted on his surprise instead. “... Elliot, where did you– Where did you get your hands on this type of tech?”

Elliot deadpanned at him, but it was with a subtle smile. “Oh, so suddenly, you remember to call me by my actual name. Interesting.”

“Elliot I’m serious–” 007n7 cut himself off with a yelp, a visible flash of blue light sparking through and up his arm as he mindlessly attempted to exploit his way out of the handcuffs again. Eugh, feels… weird.

‘Probably a built-in warning system,’ Elliot thought, watching as the hacker jolted like someone touching an electrical line. ”You’re an idiot, Seven. Have people really not tried going undercover to catch you off guard before?”

“Thihis is differehent!” 007n7 slapped a hand over his mouth. Okay, feels REALLY weird. Every time he tried to use the C00lgui, something shot through his arm and rattled the nerves in his core– his code– enough to stop the scripts. And he had always prided himself in escaping the clutches of admins before anything like this could happen, so he was also vastly unprepared.

Elliot huffs, almost amused. “Different how? How is it differe–” His eyes narrow. Definitely amused. “Why are you laughing?”

…No response. The hacker wouldn’t dare to. Instead, they both blink at each other, 7n7’s free hand still pressed over his mouth as a lingering fleck of blue sparked up his arm.

“… Do that again.” Elliot presses.

Oh hell. “Do. Um. Do what?”

“Use your panel thing, or whatever.”

007n7’s eyes darted back and forth. “...It doesn’t work.”

“Okay? Do it anyway.”

“No.”

Oh, he had him now. “Oh? You sure? I mean, I could just leave you here until someone finds you and calls the authorities. Or better, I could report you to them myself! I’m sure they’d be happy to–”

7n7’s eyes widened at the notion. “No.”

“Well tick tock, college dropout! I don’t have all day!” Elliot can’t remember the last time he was this ‘cruel’ to someone. It's relieving, in a way. Only because it's this idiot, though.

When 007n7 inevitably tries one more time to free himself, and use the GUI at Elliot’s request– strike three; the cuff visibly rattles and shocks the hacker, who folds over instantly at the feeling. He snorts and rapidly shakes off his bound hand, covering his mouth with the other.

The code he attempted to process was probably being mangled into lines of nonsensical characters, and yet it felt like THIS instead of just hurting. Curse everything.

Elliot scoffed, with an air of amusement. Out of all things. “You cannot be serious. Ohh...”

007n7 wheezed as he tried to compose himself, but it was clearly too late from the look in Elliot’s eyes.

The humble pizza place worker had decided he liked the sight of the other crumbling in front of him instead of the other way around for once. And he wanted to see more of that. Actually? No. He was going to see more of that, now that he had the chance to stand up for himself. “...I take it you’re not going to willingly do that again?”

“Fuhuck off, Elliot.” 007n7 slid to the ground against the anterior wall of the pizza place, yanking at the handcuffs with regular physical force instead of code. Of course, it didn’t budge at all.

So Elliot sighed, and kneeled. “I have to do everything myself around here..”

007n7 sucked his breath in at the ‘you’re going to regret even coming here today’ look in the other’s eyes, not to mention what Elliot was implying. Oh, he's so fucked.

While his thoughts were stuck in between regret and ‘it can’t possibly be that bad’, Elliot threw the anticipation out the window in favor of going straight for the kill.

…He had no idea where to start, but from the hacker’s immediate response of cackles and loud protests, he was in the right direction.

“ELLiHIOHOT- ELLiOT fuHUHACK FUHUCK GET OHOFF!!”

“It feels weird hearing you call me by my actual name.” Elliot remarks, dryly– as if he isn’t actively raking his hands across the hacker’s stomach. The cackling terrorist in question had seized one of Elliot’s wrists with his own free left hand, but Elliot was surprised by how little he pushed back. “You can't possibly be this weak-sauce.”

The ‘prestigious’ exploiter was in fact, not so good at fighting back. Not like this, on an even playing field. Well, even-ish. So after leaning back to dodge multiple kicks from the hacker’s scrambling, panicked form, Elliot easily trapped his legs under his own. Methodically returning to his task, he lightly squeezed and pinched where he pleased. Which was wherever 007n7 seemed to protest and curl up on himself (or at least try to) the most in response.

“...You know that if your volume attracts somebody’s attention over here, I’m just gonna ditch you, right?”

“You wouhouldn’t FUckIHING DAHARE-" 007n7 writhed, letting go of Elliot’s wrist to press his free arm over his midsection.

“I one-hundred-percent would, and you know that. The only thing I wouldn’t dare to do is be caught turning you into the mess you are right now.” Elliot teased, shifting one hand underneath the hacker’s free arm to flutter his fingers in the space there, only causing 7n7 to press it closer to himself. He didn’t put any real effort into wrecking the exploiter, considering the man in question didn’t really deserve his time in the first place, but. His lazy sort of technique seemed to make it even worse for the other.

“You know, I’m still considering whether or not I should report you. But either way, I should tell the kind person who gave me these cuffs how well they work. Along other…” He poked the hacker’s middle. “Things.”

007n7 splutters something out between choked giggles and snorts– a mix of a threat and a question. “DOhon’t even— Whahat type ohof CONNECTIONS DOHO yohou HAVE?”

Elliot deadpans, digging his fingers in as if they too were offended. “Hey. You don’t get to ask questions, you get tha-?”

007n7 made the mistake of interrupting him. “Ihi’ll ask whatEvER I DAMN WAHANT, PIZZA BOY. I cohould KILL YOHOU, YOU KNOW THAT?”

Elliot has to stop himself from audibly giggling at how bothered he sounds, seeing as the hacker is clearly struggling to maintain his dwindling power over the situation. Well, as bothered as someone curling up into a ball of involuntary cackles can sound. He had to admit it was kind of fun, and not just because his pure spite for this man was being rewarded.

Instead he tsks, an almost believable glare playing over his face. “Warned you.” And true to his word, he starts relentlessly kneading at the hacker’s lower stomach and sides.

007n7 shrieks, his free hand fruitlessly trying to pry at least one hand off his admins-forbiddenly sensitive core.

“NOHOHOnoNo STAhAhAAp- snk- PLEHEASE, pLEHEHEASe—”

Elliot didn’t stop himself from laughing this time. Uh. At 007n7, not with him. Obviously. Right. “Ohhhhhhhh, is that bad? Figures.” He enunciates by digging his thumb into a sweet spot just beneath the hacker’s lowest ribs, still kneading like the hacker was going to be his next pizza. After all, he would throw this guy in an oven if he had the chance. “Don’t you spend all day inside when you’re not terrorizing people or something? Makes sense that you're pretty soft.”

This was insulting to 7n7's reputation. His normal demeanor was absolutely gone, replaced by the shrieking, curled up mess he was now. And his jacket was half off his shoulders and pushed aside, only aiding Elliot- the person he should be the one teasing– in crumbling his composure even further. He tried to keep himself at least somewhat quiet in fear that someone would actually come.

007n7 resorted to threatening the other in hopes of distracting himself from the sensation, even though he couldn't commit to anything except focusing on it. “IHI'LL END YOhou for thIHIS–”

Elliot scoffed, stopping momentarily just so 007n7 could understand the severity. “... If you mean that, I will leave you here. You get that, right?”

Safe to say the hacker wasn't pleased with his options, whining out a complaint that he shouldn't have voiced. Because he didn't exactly want the other to answer. “Whahat- hic- what am I suppohosed to dooo?”

Elliot giggled. This stupid exploiter. “I don’t know. I’m not the one bound to a metal rail, you figure it out.”

“YoHOU ASSHO-”

The worker sighs and picks up the kneading again without any warning, except this time adding some smaller squeezes here and there. “Shhh. I can’t hear the sound of payback over your voice.”

The pitiful exploiter shrieked again, twisting away as much as he could. In a panic, 007n7’s habits caused him to try and use his exploits again. Which, as you could guess, did not help his situation. Elliot felt a faint shock from the handcuffs as well, and retreated just a bit until it finished. He could only imagine it was much worse for the captured hacker, but he didn’t exactly feel any guilt about it.

He deserved it, after all. And yet, Elliot gave him an offer. “I could let you go, maybe. If you promise a few things. Possibly.”

007n7 couldn’t help but notice how his squirming and twisting made it all worse. Whether that was because of the handcuffs or Elliot, he didn’t know. But it was like he was being punished for trying to dig himself out. “Yohou’RE GONNA EXTORT MEHE?”

“PffttHA— As if you haven’t done that at least once. Maybe I am, yeah.” And then quieter, he mused: “Huh.. I could do this for a while, now that I have someone on the register…” The comment was mostly to himself, but it was loud enough for the exploiter to hear as well.

007n7 flushes, the suggestion finally cracking any sort of thought he had that he could get out of this himself. “FihIHIHINE! fIhIHI- snk! OKAHAHAY, OKAHAY!”

“Oh? You’d like to hear the offer? Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rude. Maybe I should just continue like this.” …Okay, fine. He just wanted to hear 007n7 plead a little bit more. Just a little. “Cause’, you know. You just seem to love the kneading-!”

7n7’s heart stutters. Wait, no. Maybe that’s the code jammer. Either way, he hates this. How he’s being wrecked by someone he’s always held power over, much less some kneading fingers. Admins no.

“NaHAHA- ELLIOHOT!”

Elliot scoffed, but couldn’t keep up an irritated expression for the life of him. “Alright, alright. The deal is you don’t follow up on your threat. Oh, and while we’re at it? No more workplace terrorizing, even though it’s been a while. In return I let you go.” He made sure to drag the entire deal description out, pausing in between words to do some particularly mean pinches above the hacker’s hips.

007n7 was too focused on getting out of this, getting away from Elliot's hands, to even consider denying the deal. After all? Those were two things he didn’t even plan on doing.

“DoHONE! DEAL—hic! DEHEHEAHAL!”

Elliot instantly stopped. “Shake on it.”

7n7 didn’t say anything for a solid twenty seconds as stupidly unflattering giggles and snorts escaped him. And then there was one last speckle of defiance. “I'm nohot shaking your fuckin’ hahand, pizza boy.”

“You sure?” Elliot reached for the hacker’s middle again, and 007n7 ‘generously’ extended his free hand out before Elliot’s even got close enough to graze him.

. . .

Elliot stepped back, key in hand, as the exploiter got up off the asphalt ground. He was a little nervous, to be honest. Because for obvious reasons, he wouldn’t exactly count on the other to keep his word.

7n7 cracked his knuckles, looking Elliot up and down. He was surprised the other was even willing to let him go. A small part inside of him ran over the fact he could have been in a moderator’s clutches, forwarded to the banlands all because of this little messup. It could have been worse than relatively simple payback. And yet here he was, free, because someone was merciful enough.

“Guess I underestimated you, pizza boy.” He fixed his jacket, straightening himself up a bit as he growled out a reluctant admission. “Well. A promise is a promise, I guess. No more harm to you or your little place. Only because I like y- YOU let me go.”

He cleared his throat, repeating himself. “Only because you let me go. But.” He grinned, teeth showing. “You didn’t say anything else.”

He took out the C00lgui, preparing a teleport script. “So I might just get you back instead some other time. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Elliot cursed himself internally at the threat. He should have considered that.

“See you around, pizza boy.” And like that, he was gone. As much as he hated it, the silence left over filled Elliot with a sort of.. Curiosity. Eagerness. But of course he shooed that thought away. He had work to do.

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