Pizza Guy | Dante.

[thee-pizza-guy]

— Muse —

Pizza Guy ; Dante ; He / It.

— Mods —

Viscera ; It / He.

Dante ; He / It / Any.

@idiot-dot-jpeg .

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— I cannot find where I got the first and last one. Apologies.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He giggled and took ahold of the other's hand, gently squeezing it as he led the other back into the main room of the mansion. He lifted his free hand, waving it at the guest to get his attention. -> The soldier, 1337, came right over and leaned down a little, a small exchange passed between the two of them before Elliot continued forward, the soldier following behind them and standing at the front doors once the two exited. "Don't worry." -> He said, guiding the other away from the mansion. "He's not going to follow us. We usually have a sentinel standing at the front doors of the mansion if any of us go towards the cabins! It's for safety reasons. The only time we don't do that if another sentinel is the one heading to the cabins."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy squeezed the others hand back gently, following quietly as he usually did. He was so curious how Elliot could be so, giddy? So happy? Whatever the word he's looking for was. After hell, how could anyone be as positive as him?

He watched the two's interaction, he wanted to be friends with everyone like they were, it'd be the first time he's had friends since everything started.. wouldn't that be nice.

Pizza guy nodded when the other spoke, he occasionally looked back to confirm this statement, but never finding anyone behind.

If someone needed to stand outside when people headed for the cabins does that mean they're far? It does mean it's unsafe surely. With that thought, he walked closer to Elliot.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The walk from the mansion to where the cabins were was... A little far, not too much, but a decent distance back and forth. Elliot kept close to the other, making sure he didn't somehow get lost. -> The pair approached a small circle of cabins, a couple of them clearly looked lived in with little signs adorning their doors. One said "Builderman" and another one said "007n7", two other members. "Mister Builderman has his own personal cabin to experiment and stuff! He's a really great builder and super smart, he's always looking for ways to improve his machinery to better protect us." "n7's cabin is... Just for him. To get away from everyone." -> He said nothing more about that one, the slightest dip of venom lacing his words as he held the other towards one of the empty cabins, gesturing to it. "Here! There's just some basic stuff in there. The stuff you'd usually see in a small cabin. I usually come around and try to keep the beds clean..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy followed quietly, he didn't mind the distance. He's walked further, this could never compare to walking across an entire neighborhood/city in the span of a few hours to get to his teleporter.

When they arrived he observed the cabins, reading all the signs and remembering who they belonged to. He noticed the disdain in Elliot's voice when referring to 7n7, it made him curious to know what happened between them but he didn't attempt to figure out.

Pizza guy squeezed Elliot's hand gently. He didn't want to be left alone. He didn't want Elliot to leave, not yet.. maybe he still felt unsafe. Who wouldn't? It's a new environment, new everything.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He squeezed the other's hand back, soft and reassuring as he guided the other towards one of the empty cabins. He hummed, using his free hand to undo the little chain lock that kept the door closed. "Mr. Builderman made these little chain locks for us." -> He started, opening the door and bringing the other inside with a smile on his face. "The cabins used to just be... Open. There was no way to lock the doors and, y'know, keep us protected. So he decided to use some scrap metal to make these little locks for us!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded as he listened, it didn't sound very safe at first, he was glad that there was a safety measure in place.

Pizza guy stood awkwardly in the cabin, eyes shifting from everything to make sure it was safe for him. When he calmed a bit of the paranoia after observing everything he looked back at Elliot, as if he wasn't sure what to do now.

[pizza-party-support]

"You're alright, I promise." -> He squeezed the other's hand once again, gently patting the other's back. His expression softened, his smile warm and sweet, trusting. Something about this little healer just made you FEEL comfortable. "This world is dangerous... But we can keep each other safe, yeah? That's what us survivors do. Keep each other safe and help each other out!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, trying to keep himself calm. He was going to be okay, he didn't let go of Elliot's hand. He really didn't want the other to go.

He felt a little better with his reassuring words though. He pulled Elliot a little closer, basically clinging onto the pizza boy because it was the only way he knew how to say "don't go" he hasn't been around people for who knows how long, it only makes sense he'd want to keep the only person he felt comfortable with around.

He wasn't scared of being alone, he just didn't want to be. He'd let Elliot go if the other really wanted to, but he'd probably sit in this cabin until someone came back for him because he was unsure of the surroundings and didn't know what would be around.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Elliot giggled and once again squeezed the other's hand, trying to give the other some silence sense of comfort, some reassurance that he'd be safe, that he'd stay. "It's okay..." -> His voice came out soft, sweet. An air of comfort. "I know this place is scary, but you've got me and the other survivors, okay? We'll help you out. I promise." "Teamwork, yeah?"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He felt a little calmer, carefully loosening his hand for the other to let go if they wanted. He nodded in response to Elliot's statements, he felt a bit embarrassed for feeling so afraid.

Pizza guy stood awkwardly again, his head tilted down, gaze focused on the floor. Maybe he should attempt to sleep, rest would do him some good.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He giggled and took ahold of the other's hand, gently squeezing it as he led the other back into the main room of the mansion. He lifted his free hand, waving it at the guest to get his attention. -> The soldier, 1337, came right over and leaned down a little, a small exchange passed between the two of them before Elliot continued forward, the soldier following behind them and standing at the front doors once the two exited. "Don't worry." -> He said, guiding the other away from the mansion. "He's not going to follow us. We usually have a sentinel standing at the front doors of the mansion if any of us go towards the cabins! It's for safety reasons. The only time we don't do that if another sentinel is the one heading to the cabins."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy squeezed the others hand back gently, following quietly as he usually did. He was so curious how Elliot could be so, giddy? So happy? Whatever the word he's looking for was. After hell, how could anyone be as positive as him?

He watched the two's interaction, he wanted to be friends with everyone like they were, it'd be the first time he's had friends since everything started.. wouldn't that be nice.

Pizza guy nodded when the other spoke, he occasionally looked back to confirm this statement, but never finding anyone behind.

If someone needed to stand outside when people headed for the cabins does that mean they're far? It does mean it's unsafe surely. With that thought, he walked closer to Elliot.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The walk from the mansion to where the cabins were was... A little far, not too much, but a decent distance back and forth. Elliot kept close to the other, making sure he didn't somehow get lost. -> The pair approached a small circle of cabins, a couple of them clearly looked lived in with little signs adorning their doors. One said "Builderman" and another one said "007n7", two other members. "Mister Builderman has his own personal cabin to experiment and stuff! He's a really great builder and super smart, he's always looking for ways to improve his machinery to better protect us." "n7's cabin is... Just for him. To get away from everyone." -> He said nothing more about that one, the slightest dip of venom lacing his words as he held the other towards one of the empty cabins, gesturing to it. "Here! There's just some basic stuff in there. The stuff you'd usually see in a small cabin. I usually come around and try to keep the beds clean..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy followed quietly, he didn't mind the distance. He's walked further, this could never compare to walking across an entire neighborhood/city in the span of a few hours to get to his teleporter.

When they arrived he observed the cabins, reading all the signs and remembering who they belonged to. He noticed the disdain in Elliot's voice when referring to 7n7, it made him curious to know what happened between them but he didn't attempt to figure out.

Pizza guy squeezed Elliot's hand gently. He didn't want to be left alone. He didn't want Elliot to leave, not yet.. maybe he still felt unsafe. Who wouldn't? It's a new environment, new everything.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He squeezed the other's hand back, soft and reassuring as he guided the other towards one of the empty cabins. He hummed, using his free hand to undo the little chain lock that kept the door closed. "Mr. Builderman made these little chain locks for us." -> He started, opening the door and bringing the other inside with a smile on his face. "The cabins used to just be... Open. There was no way to lock the doors and, y'know, keep us protected. So he decided to use some scrap metal to make these little locks for us!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded as he listened, it didn't sound very safe at first, he was glad that there was a safety measure in place.

Pizza guy stood awkwardly in the cabin, eyes shifting from everything to make sure it was safe for him. When he calmed a bit of the paranoia after observing everything he looked back at Elliot, as if he wasn't sure what to do now.

[pizza-party-support]

"You're alright, I promise." -> He squeezed the other's hand once again, gently patting the other's back. His expression softened, his smile warm and sweet, trusting. Something about this little healer just made you FEEL comfortable. "This world is dangerous... But we can keep each other safe, yeah? That's what us survivors do. Keep each other safe and help each other out!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, trying to keep himself calm. He was going to be okay, he didn't let go of Elliot's hand. He really didn't want the other to go.

He felt a little better with his reassuring words though. He pulled Elliot a little closer, basically clinging onto the pizza boy because it was the only way he knew how to say "don't go" he hasn't been around people for who knows how long, it only makes sense he'd want to keep the only person he felt comfortable with around.

He wasn't scared of being alone, he just didn't want to be. He'd let Elliot go if the other really wanted to, but he'd probably sit in this cabin until someone came back for him because he was unsure of the surroundings and didn't know what would be around.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He giggled and took ahold of the other's hand, gently squeezing it as he led the other back into the main room of the mansion. He lifted his free hand, waving it at the guest to get his attention. -> The soldier, 1337, came right over and leaned down a little, a small exchange passed between the two of them before Elliot continued forward, the soldier following behind them and standing at the front doors once the two exited. "Don't worry." -> He said, guiding the other away from the mansion. "He's not going to follow us. We usually have a sentinel standing at the front doors of the mansion if any of us go towards the cabins! It's for safety reasons. The only time we don't do that if another sentinel is the one heading to the cabins."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy squeezed the others hand back gently, following quietly as he usually did. He was so curious how Elliot could be so, giddy? So happy? Whatever the word he's looking for was. After hell, how could anyone be as positive as him?

He watched the two's interaction, he wanted to be friends with everyone like they were, it'd be the first time he's had friends since everything started.. wouldn't that be nice.

Pizza guy nodded when the other spoke, he occasionally looked back to confirm this statement, but never finding anyone behind.

If someone needed to stand outside when people headed for the cabins does that mean they're far? It does mean it's unsafe surely. With that thought, he walked closer to Elliot.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The walk from the mansion to where the cabins were was... A little far, not too much, but a decent distance back and forth. Elliot kept close to the other, making sure he didn't somehow get lost. -> The pair approached a small circle of cabins, a couple of them clearly looked lived in with little signs adorning their doors. One said "Builderman" and another one said "007n7", two other members. "Mister Builderman has his own personal cabin to experiment and stuff! He's a really great builder and super smart, he's always looking for ways to improve his machinery to better protect us." "n7's cabin is... Just for him. To get away from everyone." -> He said nothing more about that one, the slightest dip of venom lacing his words as he held the other towards one of the empty cabins, gesturing to it. "Here! There's just some basic stuff in there. The stuff you'd usually see in a small cabin. I usually come around and try to keep the beds clean..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy followed quietly, he didn't mind the distance. He's walked further, this could never compare to walking across an entire neighborhood/city in the span of a few hours to get to his teleporter.

When they arrived he observed the cabins, reading all the signs and remembering who they belonged to. He noticed the disdain in Elliot's voice when referring to 7n7, it made him curious to know what happened between them but he didn't attempt to figure out.

Pizza guy squeezed Elliot's hand gently. He didn't want to be left alone. He didn't want Elliot to leave, not yet.. maybe he still felt unsafe. Who wouldn't? It's a new environment, new everything.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He squeezed the other's hand back, soft and reassuring as he guided the other towards one of the empty cabins. He hummed, using his free hand to undo the little chain lock that kept the door closed. "Mr. Builderman made these little chain locks for us." -> He started, opening the door and bringing the other inside with a smile on his face. "The cabins used to just be... Open. There was no way to lock the doors and, y'know, keep us protected. So he decided to use some scrap metal to make these little locks for us!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded as he listened, it didn't sound very safe at first, he was glad that there was a safety measure in place.

Pizza guy stood awkwardly in the cabin, eyes shifting from everything to make sure it was safe for him. When he calmed a bit of the paranoia after observing everything he looked back at Elliot, as if he wasn't sure what to do now.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He giggled and took ahold of the other's hand, gently squeezing it as he led the other back into the main room of the mansion. He lifted his free hand, waving it at the guest to get his attention. -> The soldier, 1337, came right over and leaned down a little, a small exchange passed between the two of them before Elliot continued forward, the soldier following behind them and standing at the front doors once the two exited. "Don't worry." -> He said, guiding the other away from the mansion. "He's not going to follow us. We usually have a sentinel standing at the front doors of the mansion if any of us go towards the cabins! It's for safety reasons. The only time we don't do that if another sentinel is the one heading to the cabins."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy squeezed the others hand back gently, following quietly as he usually did. He was so curious how Elliot could be so, giddy? So happy? Whatever the word he's looking for was. After hell, how could anyone be as positive as him?

He watched the two's interaction, he wanted to be friends with everyone like they were, it'd be the first time he's had friends since everything started.. wouldn't that be nice.

Pizza guy nodded when the other spoke, he occasionally looked back to confirm this statement, but never finding anyone behind.

If someone needed to stand outside when people headed for the cabins does that mean they're far? It does mean it's unsafe surely. With that thought, he walked closer to Elliot.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The walk from the mansion to where the cabins were was... A little far, not too much, but a decent distance back and forth. Elliot kept close to the other, making sure he didn't somehow get lost. -> The pair approached a small circle of cabins, a couple of them clearly looked lived in with little signs adorning their doors. One said "Builderman" and another one said "007n7", two other members. "Mister Builderman has his own personal cabin to experiment and stuff! He's a really great builder and super smart, he's always looking for ways to improve his machinery to better protect us." "n7's cabin is... Just for him. To get away from everyone." -> He said nothing more about that one, the slightest dip of venom lacing his words as he held the other towards one of the empty cabins, gesturing to it. "Here! There's just some basic stuff in there. The stuff you'd usually see in a small cabin. I usually come around and try to keep the beds clean..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy followed quietly, he didn't mind the distance. He's walked further, this could never compare to walking across an entire neighborhood/city in the span of a few hours to get to his teleporter.

When they arrived he observed the cabins, reading all the signs and remembering who they belonged to. He noticed the disdain in Elliot's voice when referring to 7n7, it made him curious to know what happened between them but he didn't attempt to figure out.

Pizza guy squeezed Elliot's hand gently. He didn't want to be left alone. He didn't want Elliot to leave, not yet.. maybe he still felt unsafe. Who wouldn't? It's a new environment, new everything.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He giggled and took ahold of the other's hand, gently squeezing it as he led the other back into the main room of the mansion. He lifted his free hand, waving it at the guest to get his attention. -> The soldier, 1337, came right over and leaned down a little, a small exchange passed between the two of them before Elliot continued forward, the soldier following behind them and standing at the front doors once the two exited. "Don't worry." -> He said, guiding the other away from the mansion. "He's not going to follow us. We usually have a sentinel standing at the front doors of the mansion if any of us go towards the cabins! It's for safety reasons. The only time we don't do that if another sentinel is the one heading to the cabins."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy squeezed the others hand back gently, following quietly as he usually did. He was so curious how Elliot could be so, giddy? So happy? Whatever the word he's looking for was. After hell, how could anyone be as positive as him?

He watched the two's interaction, he wanted to be friends with everyone like they were, it'd be the first time he's had friends since everything started.. wouldn't that be nice.

Pizza guy nodded when the other spoke, he occasionally looked back to confirm this statement, but never finding anyone behind.

If someone needed to stand outside when people headed for the cabins does that mean they're far? It does mean it's unsafe surely. With that thought, he walked closer to Elliot.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He finished up the pizzas and opened up the oven with his foot, leaning down and sliding the two big trays into the oven with a hum. His ponytail bounced happily as he stood up, closing the oven door before turning. "Alright! Those need to cook now!" -> He clasped his hands together, moving around the other pizzeria worker and waving the other to follow him. "I'll show you to the cabins now! Some of the other survivors have snatched up one, but there's still a couple left! Mr. Builderman can make you a little sign for the door so people know it's your cabin."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched intently, taking a mental note of what the oven temperature was set on and how to put the pizzas in.

He almost got lost in thought, thinking about how to do everything until Elliot sprung up and gestured to him. He followed quietly, hesitantly reaching for Elliot's hand again.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

-> He was about to speak when the other tapped his shoulder, his eyes drifting towards the prepared ingredients. He smiled, a soft giggle escaping from him! "Thank you! Those look perfect!" -> With the dough finished, he grabbed the ingredients the other prepared and got to work crafting up the pizzas that would feed his team to victory! "Once we're finished here, I can show you to the smaller cabins! Hopefully you'll be okay when it comes to sleeping in them... Some of us don't really like the cabins, we prefer being in the mansion here."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy watched Elliot's movements, memorizing them for later. It'd be useful information if Elliot needed a break or got hurt or anything of the sort.

He listened to what Elliot said and nodded, he didn't mind where he slept as long as he wasn't being bothered by other people. He'd rather be alone or with Elliot, this is the only way he felt actually safe here.

He waited patiently, was he allowed to have some when it was done? He didn't know and he didn't want to ask right now. Maybe later.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

-> The other hummed as he prepared the pizza dough, foot tapping against the ground and his ponytail bouncing ever so slightly as he worked away. -> His humming was smooth, soft, a nice little melody that didn't really form an actual song, just something sweet and soft, gentle and soothing. It was meant for background noise, not something to really focus on. "I've always liked cooking with people."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He continued to think while preparing the other ingredient, only snapping out of it to look at Elliot when they spoke.

He nodded to agree with the other, he liked being around others when he still had a job. He finished up what he was doing, arranging everything he had prepared and setting it to the side.

He stepped closer to Elliot, gently tapping him on the shoulder and gesturing towards the ingredients.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

"Here. Do you think you could get the pizza ingredients setup for me while I make the dough?" -> He smiled and grabbed a couple of old looking bags that're sat beside the main table in the middle of the kitchen. He huffed, opening one of the bags and pulling out familiar pizza ingredients. -> Stuff to make sauce, some vegetables, cheese and the classic meat toppings: pepperoni and sausage. "I can make up the dough quickly!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He nodded and took what was given and got to work immediately. It had been a while since he cooked anything so things probably wouldn't be the best he could do.

While he was preparing things he managed to get lost in thought, of course he was still careful because you must be careful in a kitchen or you'll get hurt. He did remember that.

He tried to think of the last time he made food, he got a little anxious that it wouldn't be good. What if the food tasted bad because he didn't do it right?

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

"Speaking of pizzas... I don't know if I made any new ones recently. Shit." -> He squeezed the other's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen without thinking. The kitchen, much like the rest of the mansion, looked worn down and old, although the survivors made efforts to clean it up, make it safer to cook in as well. "M-Mister Builderman has managed to find like... Scrap material and stuff to make the kitchen safer and cleaner to cook in. We uh... We don't know how it happens, but sometimes just... Food supplies will show up randomly and I use some of the stuff to make pizza..." "I uh... I'm usually better at keeping track of when my supply is getting low..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

He followed willingly, he did want to help after all. This was what he was good at, besides shooting things. Honestly he almost forgot he could make food and eat it. And he sorta forgot how, it's been so long.

He examined the surrounding area, nodding when the other said they did their best with what they had. Obviously the pizza is safe to eat if the others are eating it.

He nodded when the other mentioned how they were usually better at keeping track. It's okay if they weren't sometimes. He patted their head gently with his free hand.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

"That's 007n7." -> He gestured towards the man with the burger hat. "That over there is Chance." -> He gestured to the man with the fedora. "And the one on the floor is Noob. Don't mind them, okay? They're not the most social of Robloxians!" -> He giggled a little, waving his hand towards the noob who seemed more than happy to save back. "There's more people here but I don't wanna overwhelm you or anything... There's this floor and the upstairs. There is a kitchen that I use to make my pizzas... Helps me heal you guys!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

He turned his head towards everyone when they gestured to them, he nodded to each one to show he understood. He hesitantly waved at everyone but dropped his hand quickly after. He didn't care much for these people, not at the moment.

He wouldn't mind helping in the kitchen from time to time, the mention of it seemed to intrigue him a little. His hand gently tightened around the others hand but loosened again. He didn't like a crowd.

He tilted his visor down as if he was trying to avoid everyone's gaze, it'd be better if they didn't know him. That's what he thought anyway.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

"Alright! Come on then!" -> He giggled. Oh, what a sweet sound that was. Airy and sweet. He pulled the other along, going ahead of the soldier and literal admin to get into the mansion faster. -> The inside, much like the outside, looked worn and rundown, although it seems like the survivors tried their best to at least look the inside prettier, cleaner, more livable. The effort was there, it showed with how it looked... A touch homier. -> A couple of people could be seen in the main area, the living room to be specific. Someone with bright red glasses and a burger hat was seated on the couch, his fingers gliding across a black and red panel. The gentle "chaching!" of a coin came from someone near the old fireplace inside, fedora tipped forward slightly and casual smirk decorating his face. -> A noob dressed in greens and blues with bandages around their arms was seated on the floor, mumbling to themselves while nursing a can of bloxy cola. Poor guy looked nervous as all hell, keeping their distance from everyone.

[thee-pizza-guy]

The pizza man followed, examining every person closely, watching for attack. He himself felt a little nervous being around more people but it didn't really show outwardly. His eyes kept shifting from person to person, determining if he needed to pull the guns or not.

The Noob seemed to be less of a threat, but what about the other ones. He turned his head back towards Elliot, deciding not to stare and that if the time comes he'd defend himself. No need to worry himself with the possibilities right now.

He looked back towards the two outside, then forward. The place was out of shape but it felt cozy enough, it's definitely not as bad as he's seen before. Every house he went to back home had insides destroyed while the outside looked fine or scuffed, only a few houses had actual damage done outside. The insides always had furniture thrown around, valuables discarded elsewhere or gone altogether, items laying about. You get the gist.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

"Ohhh..." -> He nodded along with the other's gestures. He seemed to somehow weirdly understand the other! It was nice, but kind of weird that this delivery boy could understand the other's vague gestures. "M-My father and uncle have always wanted to run a business together... They uh... Got together with a friend of theirs and started the process of making their own pizza place!" -> He chirped with delight as he spoke, waving his free hand around a little as he spoke. He looked up at the mansion and paused midsentence, waving towards it. "Do you wanna go inside and take a look around...? If not, I can just take you over to the cabins!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy listened intently, he kept everything the other said in his memory. Something to think about later or something to try to talk about.

He used his free hand to gently pat the other pizza deliverer's head. He probably should've asked in some way but he did it absentmindedly, letting his hand fall to his side quickly after realizing he had done it.

He nodded to the question, his gaze fixing forward. He was like a bird watching for prey, it was kinda intimidating.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

"There's a lot of us survivors here..." -> He commented and giggled, gently squeezing the other's hand right back once again. He was hoping it would bring some sort of comfort to the larger pizza delivery worker. "You kind of have a similar outfit to me! Do you also work at a pizza place? My family owns Builder Brothers' Pizzeria!" -> He chirped with delight, looking up at the bigger man as they made their way towards the mansion.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded, he understood. Maybe if the place was too crowded he could share with Elliot, would that be okay? That wouldn't be awkward right? Since they didn't really know each other? He thought about it for a while, how would he even ask??

Elliot's gentle squeeze of his hand brought him out of his thoughts, he kept the same amount of pressure. His hand holding Elliot's tightly but not enough to hurt, you could tell he was anxious but it wasn't very visible. It's all in the hand because he doesn't want to seem like the weaker one here in the case of danger. He's not weak, but he was awkward socially.

He simply followed Elliot quietly, nodding to his question. He raised his free hand, tilting it a bit. He used to work at a pizza place. In fact that's the only thing he remembers before the gates opened and the demons were let loose. He thinks for a long while, builder brothers.. it felt familiar but like a distant memory. Like he's seen it before. He didn't dwell on it though.

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.

[pizza-party-support]

"You'll be okay..." -> He spoke softly, his soft hand gently squeezing the other's much larger, rougher one. He flashed the other a sweet smile, his yellow hair bouncing a little as he giggled. "If, y'know, being inside of that big old mansion makes you uncomfortable then there's some smaller cabins I could take you too... You may have to share a cabin with someone, but that's a maybe!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza Guy nodded, if there was a danger he'd get rid of it. Simple as that. He has guns for a reason.

He squeezed Elliot's hand back, trying not to crush it. He held himself back to not hurt the smaller man. He didn't like the thought of sharing a cabin, especially if it was with new people so for now he'd just follow and check out the mansion.

Pizza guy kept himself close to Elliot, feeling a little less awkward with him near, he looked at the other two in the group on occasion, making sure they were here or not secretly scheming something against him. Was he paranoid? Maybe a little but can you blame him?

[pizza-party-support]

Gunfire echoed through the empty streets, blood spilled and bodies fell with thuds. Heavy footsteps one after another, more gunshots, more blood. All until it was silent.

Heavier footsteps approached each of the bodies, digging through bloody corpses until a blue fire-like thing floated up from them. He grabbed each one from every body. When he finished he stood and walked towards the teleporter that brought him face to face with the demon. He stepped onto it and closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Except there was nothing, usually Drav, the demon, would teleport him to the next place or take half the souls he collected. But the space was empty, and devoid of anyone.

When he finally did open his eyes, he was met with a new surrounding. Something completely new to him.

Woods, a cabin, a well lit fire. He's used to being in a city with swarms of people. Its head swiveled around, looking for familiarity but it found none.

- @thee-pizza-guy .

-> Dark, oppressive, something hung heavy within the air. Dried earth crunched under the other's feet as it walked closer and closer into unfamiliarity. -> Figures, people, people up ahead. A couple of them. One was taller, very well built in an army uniform. Another was a little smaller, round and soft with a red uniform on. The last one was gray and VERY short, an orange hard hat adorning his head. -> They were walking, talking, making their way back to... Somehow? Maybe a safehouse? Maybe they knew where the gunslinger was?

[thee-pizza-guy]

He stands from where he was sitting, he was sitting? When did that happen? It didn't matter. He just stood there, should he stay here or get closer? He narrowed his eyes, examining the group. He shouldn't sculk in the darkness, it could come off as hostile. So he awkwardly approaches the group, trying to seem as friendly as possible. He couldn't vocally call out, he can't use his vocal chords anymore so it just wouldn't work.

It waved awkwardly as it approached the group. Definitely no one has anyone seen before, it couldn't even ask where it was. It didn't know sign language at all. It never needed a reason to converse.

He stood awkwardly, awaiting acknowledgement.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The soldier took notice of the approaching stranger first, putting his arm out in front of the other two and staring at the stranger. His vibrant, piercing blue eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Who are you?" -> His voice was deep and gruff, it held a certain authority to it. He meant business, he was prepared to strike if need be. The one in the red uniform shifted slightly, keeping himself closer to the soldier.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy raised his hands in surrender. Usually he wouldn't do that but he wanted to be friendly, all he needed was to know where he was and how to get home. He lowers one hand to unclip his name tag, it says pizza delivery on it but the deliverer was scribbled out and "guy" was written in its place in white permanent marker. He held it out for the others to examine.

It shifted from one foot to the other, it noticed the other's uniform was a little similar to its own, maybe they worked in the food industry too. That's all it remembered about itself.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The man in red gently grabbed the soldier's arm, lightly tugging on it. The soldier hummed, lowering it slightly and proceeding to cross his arms over his wide chest, back straight and eyes narrowed. "I-I don't think this person means us any harm, Guest..." -> The soldier, presumably "Guest", seemed to fold a little at the other's soft words. "I-I'm sorry about him, Guy..." -> He smiled gently, a certain warmth decorating his sweet, round little face.

[thee-pizza-guy]

He put his name tag back on, waving his hands a little palms down. He doesn't mind, it's reasonable he just randomly appeared and approached.

It pointed at the three of them then back at its badge to ask their names. Then he gestured to the surroundings.

He seemed really new, freshly damned to this eternal hell. He fixed his visor and waited for an answer. This would be difficult without the ability to speak but he'd make it work.

[pizza-party-support]

"Guest 1337." -> The guest spoke, keeping his posture straight and his arms crossed around his chest. He looked the other up and down, still untrusting. "This man here is Builderman." -> He gestured towards the smaller man with the orange hard hat. "And this is Elliot." -> He gestured towards the younger man with the red uniform.

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy nodded in understanding, he took a mental note of everyone's names, hesitantly holding his hand out for a handshake, that's what people do right? He wasn't used to physical contact that wasn't violent.

It shifted a bit, still curious about the surroundings but not questioning it further unless the others wanted to tell him. He'd figure it out on his own, then he'd get out.

It kept eye contact with them, noticing how awkward it felt in this situation. Nothing back home had called for talking or actual human interacting. Words are meaningless there and the only thing spoken is violence so he's never needed to actually interact with anyone but Drav, who understood him perfectly fine without verbality.

[pizza-party-support]

-> Surprisingly, Elliot stepped forward and took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile decorating that adorable, soft little round face he seemed to have. His hands felt soft too... "It's nice to meet you, Guy!" -> His voice came out with a chirp of delight, eyes sparkling slightly despite the dark scenery around them. "We've got ourselves a safe place if you're a new survivor down here..."

[thee-pizza-guy]

Pizza guy was kinda surprised by the softness of their hands, or just of this person in general. In a place as dreary as this, how could they be like this.

He nodded in response, it was nice to meet everyone. The first people he's met in a very long time. He shifted his eyes away, not wanting to make any more eye contact. How weird would that be. To keep it going like that.

It didn't notice how long its hand had been lingering and gently pulled it back to its side, placing its hands in its pockets.

Would it count as a new survivor? It just got here, but definitely didn't plan on staying long.

Pizza guy raised his hand and tilted it a little, new survivor enough. Maybe. How did he explain that he was leaving. He thought about it for a moment but decided it was a later problem.

He nodded again hoping the others understood that he was ready to go wherever they were going.

[pizza-party-support]

"Just come with us, yeah? Not like you can really leave this place..." -> He turned, looking up at the soldier who nodded at him and started to head off somewhere. Builderman hummed, following alongside the soldier. "We've got a good team... You'll be safe with us, promise!" -> He giggles and took the other's hand right back, guiding him to follow himself and the others. This one seemed so... So sweet, so friendly and soft. It didn't make sense given the world the other was dropped into. "There's other people at our safe place too... Hopefully you'll be able to get along with them!"

[thee-pizza-guy]

That got him thinking, he couldn't leave? That can't be right. There's gotta be some way out, even with how nice this individual was how could he fully trust them, was it true they couldn't leave.

He never did well in teams, even moreso after the event (™) but maybe he could just slink back and do his own thing quietly after he's shown where their "safe place" was.

It thought about how nice this one was. How could he be so kind, it puzzled it. This didn't seem like a place for a soul like this.

It followed silently, listening to the other speak. Other people, it wasn't sure about being in a big group..maybe it'd just stick to this person's side for a bit, or it'd hide somewhere quiet.

[pizza-party-support]

-> The trio took the newcomer deeper into this strange world, one where the stranger apparently couldn't leave from? The claim must have some merit to it given the fact these three were still here. How long had they even been there? -> The trio guided the newcomer beside a large, winding river that was... Purple in color? Weird, but not uncommon in literally anyone like Robloxia. Water could be all sorts of colors and whatnot. "River's poisonous." -> The soldier commented. Ah. -> The group eventually ended up at what looked to be some worn down, abandoned mansion. It was massive, broken windows and boarded up sections. Looks like it came right out of some horror movie set. Strange little machines that gently bobbed up and down were dotted around the area. "Don't worry about Mister Builderman's sentries... They won't hurt you."

[thee-pizza-guy]

The man followed, paying close attention to every little bit of the surroundings. He kept his hand in Elliot's, it felt odd to have someone's warmth in his hands.

It stared at the poisonous river, examining it from afar. It's only ever seen blue, green, or brown waters so this definitely was strange. Then again it wasn't from your typical robloxia.

It didn't pay too much mind, the group was moving and so was he. Pizza guy let Elliot pull him along. It didn't mind at all. When they stopped at the mansion he examined it. It was a little worse for wear but he could understand making do with what you have.

He looked at Elliot, he didn't care much for the machines if he got shot he had the souls to pay for it. He looked back at the mansion, getting a little closer to Elliot but not uncomfortably close.