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🍕 ELLIOT RP BLOG :: OPEN FOR ASKS (not affiliated with the forsaken team in any way)

[wealwaysdeliverr]

" Ugh.. Is this thing on? "

forsaken rp blog ;; not affiliated w/ the devs

" Ah.. There we go! "

asks: open || rp interactions: open | status: slow

SANITY: HIDDEN.

event: " doomsday clock "

WARNINGS FOR: heavy paranoia, depictions of stalking (unreal/paranoia caused), death, violence, and gay people (/j on the last one)

owner of this blog: @phlipside

flirting is allowed + owner is a multishipper 🙌 just don't be weird about it.

headcanons

rules are simple:

1) owner is a minor. do not have any nsfw engagements with this character.

2) other elliot blogs are welcomed and encouraged to interact ♥️

3) m!as will be monitored to make sure nothing crazy is done

4) you can be mean but nothing bigoted or genuinely messed up. play nice.

5) be patient. owner has chronic fatigue and has a life outside of this blog.

dni proship/comship, NSFW blogs, political blogs, discourse only blogs, maps/nomaps, radqueers

OTHER:

this has some of my headcanons for elliot but nothing legitimately crazy

owner will use the emoji 🐈‍⬛ and he/him

- alt mod will use 🍁 and they/it

i have the right to block you if i'm uncomfortable with you.

ref of Elliot:

TAGS

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#art out of food? - art by owner

#burnt out pizza - musings / reblogs

#modleafdoesntexist - alt mod / ooc posts

LAST UPDATED: 3/18/25

[wealwaysdeliverr]

that is the funniest way to announce ur back (?)

THIS WAS SO FAST HOLY FUCK uhmm maybe I'm in my senior year of highschool so mayhaps

[wealwaysdeliverr]

what the fuck is a pizza

[wealwaysdeliverr]

hey chat

uhh im going on indefinite hiatus with this blog + crystallinehell due to severe mental issues associated with my personal life . uhh. also because severe paranoia (i think i am being cyberstalked, it usually stops feeling as severe when i make new blogs but my fears are back)

theres not a definite chance i'll be returning, let alone anytime soon. hell, i could even suddenly reappear tomorrow and be hunky-dory. but im just writing this with a very uncertain mental state and i don't want to put pressure on myself anymore to work on this blog when i have that paranoia

@wrongroutedown is still gonna be active, maybe even more-so now due to my fixation returning on it as a "safe" media for us to consume :thumbsup:

[eveninhelltheresdebths]

feel free to smite me if I am unwelcome]

The trees seemed to stretch on forever vertically, the sky feeling blocked out, light rarely reaching to the ground with how deep some forests seemed to go.

A cabin lay nearby yet the person living inside seemed to be afraid, setting up traps around of all kinds for safety.

He kneels on the ground, trying to set up a net trap with a hum, pizza cutter in hand in case if it trapped him instead first.

@wealwaysdeliverr

— The Mafioso has come to learn the workings and paths of the forest during their times patrolling them. Sure they might still miss somethings, but that's a guarantee when the woods seems to stretch on infinitely.

— One of the men in sunglasses, another in a mask, and one in a bleeding fedora could be spotted wandering around. One of their boys reported that there's a Cabin all the way out here, which... is odd, considering the amount of Cabins near the main one.

— So they're out here trying to find it. If it ended up being a Killer's cabin, well. That's on them. If it's a Survivor's, then they'll have to report it back with the others. And maybe bring them along, if they're interested.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot could hear footsteps in the forest. His ears were so adjusted to the dead rustling of trees that he knew if anything stood out. His head raises like a wild animal's as he gazes over.

Who the hell was here? He quickly grabs his pizza cutter, fumbling in standing to protect himself.

..He chose to call out.

"..Hello..?" He was ready to fight if needed.

[eveninhelltheresdebths]

— Voice. Person, another one? Normally they'll be more spread out in between.. days, at least he thinks it is? Time's weird, whatever it is.

— ❝ Oh, hello? ❞ The Leader calls back, the man in the fedora. His voice's calm yet screams experience. ❝ We're not here for any trouble, just investigating 'round here. ❞

— The two others beside him looked around for anything suspicious, the man in sunglasses holstering around a comically large hammer like it's nothing that they.. definitely didn't have before. However, as soon as they rested the hammer on their shoulder, the Leader flicked their forehead with an firm order to put it away. They listened.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot heard the voice responding, and chose to dart around trees and bushes with practiced expertise from being in this area for so long, able to make next to no noise, as if he was quiet as the wind itself.

..Was that the mafia? His brain rung off alarm bells, even if they looked different; he had no clue who was who and what would be what, everything could be a threat out here..

He did spot one of them putting away a large hammer from afar, and figured.. What if it was a surprise attack? Planned to kill the delivery boy! Elliot grips his pizza cutter and continues to stare, instead ducking behind a tree and responding.

"Uh huh.. No trouble? I don't know if I can trust that.."

[eveninhelltheresdebths]

— Unsurprisingly, he seems unfazed by the paranoia. Looking around themselves as he seemed to switch focus between the ground and the forest around him, searching for.. something. ❝ Mm.. understandable. You're cautious, and that's good thing to have for a place like this. ❞

— Pausing for a moment, the Leader— the one bleeding from his head, hissed a small— almost pained curse under his breath as a hand reached to hold his head. Oh, of course it worsens now out of all places.

— Gesturing for one of his boys to continue talking, the masked one decided to do the honors. Patting their Leader's shoulder, they turned towards the general direction of where the pizza boy's voice is coming from and..

— They.. speak? Their voice is like recalling a dream, only the basis being remembered. With their hands raised in a surrender, they explained that they really are just here to investigate. Apologizing for intruding, they only wish to know if Elliot would be an ally or threat. Otherwise, they may leave him be.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot glances hesitantly at the people. They didn't seem.. Hostile as he remembered. Even wounded.

..He did have pizza, and time to make enemies into allies. He hesitantly reaches into his bag and tosses an anomalously fresh slice of pepperoni pizza to the group, a sort of peace offering despite his resistance.

"..Take it." He speaks, still halfway behind the tree.

[eveninhelltheresdebths]

— The masked one, "G", easily caught the pizza as it was thrown towards them. Looking over in the direction it was from, looking at him, they blinked. Recognition clear in their eyes.

— There's only one person who had pizza. Only one, and they're back at the main cabin with the others, making lunch— dinner? Food, making food with a few others. Well, it wouldn't surprise them if there's more then one, they aren't exactly singular in that sense either.

— Fumbling with the pizza for a moment, "G" thanked the Elliot before turning towards their leader. The Leader, who blinked blankly at the pizza offered, slowly took it.

— ❝ ...Ah. Thank you, sir? ❞ Their voice betrayed their caution, yet... It held familiarity. He holds out the pizza towards the ground as a small, red outline of a bunny appears from behind him. Curiously sniffing before jumping onto the Leader's shoulders.

— Seeming to be satisfied, he took a.. well, a bite would do a disservice. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and he didn't even seemed to chew. The texture is.. well, the same as their Elliot's. Of course, it didn't help the bleeding at all, but he appreciates the thought, at least.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

He hums as he saw the familiarity in the voice, caution laden in his actions, peppered in his glance back to the group. He finally comes out from his shelter and begins to approach. There was a bunny..? He stares upon it. This group was definitely familiar as the mafia. But weak.

"..Are you all, uhm, okay? I have this place kind of.. Filled with traps. I have a cabin near here, but it doesn't have much." He chose to take the decently calm and kind route..

Elliot stretches out a hesitant, calloused hand, as he stares with eyes full of weariness. He wanted to give it a chance to at least not be alone. And this counted as company, he hoped.

[t3lam0n]

Elliot really fucking hated these rounds. He could feel the searing pain of poison and whatever small wounds he already had making his mind foggy with dislike for his entire situation.

He grits his teeth and carries on, limping through the area, peeking around corners to make sure he's safe, hiding the best he could.

And soon, he found a rather corner. He didn't have a medkit, but he felt more agitated than usual; ungrateful teammates, already being hurt and it not even being a few minutes in.. It was pissing him off, but he couldn't object.

He sits down and tries to fight off the nausea in his stomach from the poison. The only bad thing that could happen now was if the killer found his already weak self.

@wealwaysdeliverr

And, of course, bad things have to happen. Round after round, that was how it went. The only difference here, is that he doesn't recognize what's approaching.

Something cuts through the air, diving down and landing on the wall of whatever cover he found himself behind with a loud thud. It looms over him, casting a shadow that spells nothing but danger. It has to be a killer, but it certainly isn't one that Elliot recognizes. Certainly isn't one that's meant to be here.

It stares down at him with a wide grin, slowly tilting its head at him before propping it up with its hand, inspecting him as its eyes crinkle up with a twisted sort of mirth.

"Well, what have we here?"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot was a guy who tended to speak many, many words- yet when it came to this, he couldn't find many that would ride through his throat in the inexplicable terror he'd feel glancing upward to see a killer. And he realizes, in horror, one thing.

And this was definitely one killer that WASN'T FAMILIAR He stares, and he finally spits out a few words- normal words the healer would often be saying because of the sheer amount of times he'd end up targeted or dead, as he digs his hands into the ground underneath.

"You've gotta be FUCKEN KIDDING ME-" He basically shouts out , trying to stand up quickly, scrabbling to his feet as fast as he could.

"Why the hell do you have wings too-?!" Was what was blurted out, taking a few steps back. Wings, something totally fair for a killer to have. Great, just fine and dandy!

[t3lam0n]

It throws its head back with a hearty cackle, seeming to revel in his outburst. But it doesn't immediately pounce on him as some other killer might.

"You're a feisty one!"

It hops down from the wall it's perched on, setting its head upright as it stalks toward him expression shifting into something almost.. unimpressed as it glances about the area, seemingly unconcerned with killing him- for now, at least.

"But you're not one of my survivors, and this place is.. cramped, to be polite. So I do believe I'm intruding."

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot would take a few steps back upon it moving off of the wall, a wary glare in his eyes. "You probably are, considering I'm busy trying to not get murdered.." He mumbles as his mind sparks with varying concepts and ideas.

His mind was mixed and torn between running or trying to talk. Or grabbing his pizza cutter and proving he wasn't weak..

No- what was that thought--? He sighs a bit, feeling tense as his mind felt scatterbrained and unwell. He was fine, though.

[t3lam0n]

It spares a glance to the area behind it, watching the rest of Elliot’s team scramble around for a moment before fixing its gaze back onto him, stepping forward as he steps back, keeping the distance between them the same.

“Well, I’m intruding, but not interrupting, at least.”

It grins a little wider, flaring out its wings to keep him caged in. It may have been an unfamiliar killer, but it was a killer nonetheless, and it finally seemed interested in acting on that.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot glances at the bird-like man, and his eyes would dart about against the surroundings. But now this killer seems.. Hostile. And he wasn't going to let that slide. He was panicking internally, but his mind repeated to himself; he's fine. He just needs to trust himself.

He grits his teeth internally. He was fine. He was okay. He stares down the killer. "..I really hope you don't intend to interrupt. Can you.. Let me go?" He speaks, keeping his feet on the ground. His mind flits with possibilities of what he could do.

Violent thoughts. He tried to ignore them a bit mentally but his mind couldn't push it down.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

whhhat's happening here??

Oh! An event is ongoing, involving Elliot. Im sort of trying to get myself into the ring of things after a short break, so that's what I may post Abt for a bit before I go back to interacting in-rp ^-^"

-🐈‍⬛

[wealwaysdeliverr]

DO YOU SEE SOMETHING?

you swear you can hear it coming closer, it beckons you out with falsely friendly words. you cannot tolerate that kind of nonsense, after all, every kind word has to hide something underneath. you did, or is it just you?

you shouldn't let this happen. you have to do something.

you don't have much longer.

RUN : FLIGHT

AMBUSH : FIGHT

RESPOND : FAWN

NOTHING : FREEZE

Voting ended onApr 24, 2025

"Come out! I know you're here, Two Time! I'm lonely, please! I just want you to come here!"

"I know you're around here somewhere!~"

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[wealwaysdeliverr]

DO YOU HEAR SOMETHING?

the sound of a hurried scrabble through dried, long dead grass that looks too green to be real is heard.

you are being hunted, and you have to hide from this.. thing. is it a copy of your friend? oh, bless the spawns above that it hasn't found you yet.

you ready dagger in hand and cast a prayer while it speaks.

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[wealwaysdeliverr]

Wake up.

Are you going to let them forget about you? Or will you prevail and manage to persist. It's up to you if you want to be prey or predator. You don't want to hurt anyone.

You just don't want to be so alone anymore.

But everyone else has their own problems. They won't make time for you, nor will they look your way.

I see something at the edge of the forest. I see someone moving.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

I'm just very unwell ATM mentally. Will get to replies soon, but I've also been concepting and working on the event but I realize everyone and their mothers has an event going on RN so I may cancel the event.. uhm. Yeah

-🐈‍⬛

[wealwaysdeliverr]

A red, fleshy child tried to sneak past Elliot, attempting to grab a delicious slice of pizza without the pizza man noticing. C00lkidd had a mischievous grin, thinking he was doing a great job as a silent ninja.

[ @the-c00l-kidd-of-all ]

Elliot had realized he heard something, quickly whipping around. He was usually alone in his cabin, yet here was this little creature.. Trying to take his pizza?!

..He realizes that even if this kid fucked over his entire business, it was.. A kid.

Letting out a huff, he walks over.

He could talk to them like a kid.

"Aaand what do you think you're doing?" He smiles a bit.

[the-c00l-kidd-of-all]

C00lkidd froze the moment Elliot caught him, his entire body going stiff like a guilty statue. Slowly, almost comically, he turned around to look up at Elliot, his wide beady eyes blinking in surprise and panic. A heavy silence hung in the air, made even more awkward by the fact that the stolen pizza slice was still halfway in his mouth.

He didn’t say a word at first, just stood there with his tail giving a slow, nervous wag. After a few seconds, he gently pulled the pizza from his mouth, holding it behind his back like it might disappear if hidden well enough. He gave Elliot a sheepish, innocent grin.

"...N0th1ng :]”

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot played into the more childish, hidden side of his mind and personality, one that was more fit for dealing with kids at the pizza-place, or babysitting a friend's kids. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Uh huh.. So what's that behind your back? A pizza-shaped lollipop?" He hums with a small smile. He couldn't blame the kid too much.. After all, it was a long time since then.

Even if he couldn't help lingering resentment that he pushed away. He was the adult here.

[c00lbug]

Elliot was unaware of what was ongoing at the moment, but he surely wasn't some kind of thing to prey upon.

Normally the healer was someone who was defenseless, only at the mercy of his teammates and more. Yet through the months he spent here, he was clever, getting stronger.

He knew there was danger around here, so he didn't call out to see if anyone was here, remaining slightly crouched yet tensed, ready to leap away if any danger approached, eyes darting about.

@wealwaysdeliverr

The blood had dried into the fur. That's gonna be hell to get rid of later.

007n7 slowly moved throughout the area, his body more shaky than usual.

Eventually, the bug stopped, turning around and walking towards one of the walls. Staring at it for a while before turning his head.

His bloody claw grabbed onto the wall, scratching at it a bit as he stood there.

"Your breathing is too loud, pizza boy."

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[wealwaysdeliverr]

Oh, fuck. He could see the blood on the fur and claws of whatever damned creature stared at him and he knows it's a threat. His fight or flight goes way off.

And he knows bugs can be fast creatures. So he'd fight. He could hear his mind agree. It has to die. It's him or this murderous creature. He stares in silence, his breath hushing silently as he makes a swift motion, drawing out a simple pizza cutter.

In a swift step, his eyes flickering yellow with terror and defense, he takes it upon himself to deal with a threat. This was a threat, and he had to deal with it.

The blade of the cutter was sharpened, yet it wasn't obvious until he swiped it up, feeling skin give way quickly to the blade, lodging it into the lower face of the creature.

He emitted a snarl, as if he was the killer here, shaking to his core.

[c00lbug]

007n7 jumped back as the blade pierced the flesh, blinking for a bit. Stunlocked in pure confusion.

The injury didn't seem to bleed, but it was clear in the skin. A more deeper orange color surrounding it. Eventually, a couple small c00lgui boxes appeared around the injury as he stood there.

A little growl escaped the bug as he stared at Elliot. All he had done was ask the man to be quiet, and he got stabbed? That's.. not what was supposed to happen.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot had dragged the cutter out shortly after, feeling the warmth of exertion in his body like a lit campfire inside of him.. He stared back, eyes darting around, as if his mind was in primal fight or flight.

..He takes a step backwards, then another. As if ready for a chase in case if the bug chose violence; which seemed like the option most available, Elliot assessed to himself with worry.

He knew it was irrational, but his mind kept repeating to him, this is a threat, take him out, take him out..

Elliot didn't want to. But man, it was hard when his entire body was full of adrenaline from an irrational thought pattern.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Pizza boy....!" -> A strained voice called out in the distance... - @penumbra-forevermore

"Huh?" Elliot had been basically disassociating; something he did more often than not lately in these rounds. Yet the distant call made him snap out of it.

Was this a round..? His mind was too foggy to notice his surroundings as he walks into the forest, washing through thorns and bushes to reach the voice.

"Uhm- Coming!!"

[penumbra-forevermore]

-> The ex-cultist stumbled towards the delivery boy, their breathing ragged and their body was... Bloodied and bruised! Oh god, what had happened to them? -> Cuts and bruises on their arms, blood dripping down from their left nostril and their clothes were all dirtied up... But this wasn't shocking for someone like Two Time. Always the one tossing themselves into danger to save others. "Please... If you would, I would be f-forever grateful for your healing...!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Saying he got the heebie-jeebies from the cultist was an understatement, letting out a sigh and reaching into his bag; it was lucky he wasn't on cooldown as he hands over the pizza.

"Just.. Just take it." He hums, a bit disgusted by the blood, yet he was desensitized to the sight. He didn't like seeing his teammates getting hurt anyway.

[penumbra-forevermore]

"Haha.... Thank you! Thank you so much...!" -> The ex-cultist took the slice of pizza and ate it without a moment's hesitation, their wounds and whatnot slowly beginning to heal before they were mostly back to normal. "By Spawn...! I-I could've gone into second life if I hadn't found you... Your efforts, as always, are appreciated in full!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Ahah.. It's really nothing, Two Time.. Just trying to not let everyone die." He spoke genuinely, glancing at the cultist. He was a bit apprehensive of them, but they seemed.. Alright.

"But don't endanger yourself that bad again- I'm not always off of cooldown." He hums in a tone of light concern now, hesitation laden in his body language as he reaches over and gives the smallest of pats on their shoulder.

[penumbra-forevermore]

"My apologizes, Elliot! I am... Simply doing what I must! I wish to be useful and assist the team in my own ways! I can do generators, yes, but distracting is so much fun!" "Although... Playing the hero should be left to the sentinels, yes? I need to let them do their job.... Haha..."

[wealwaysdeliverr]

He was worried now. Distracting these violent killers? Fun? How would any of that be fun..? He had no clue what enjoyment the cultist got out of it, honestly a bit baffled. "You're going to get yourself killed off of both of your lives at this rate.." He sighs, slightly exasperated.

Well, he knew a thing or two about going insane, but he'd never consider himself the kind of person who'd enjoy throwing themselves in front of a killer like a flashy piece of bait.

[penumbra-forevermore]

"The thrill...! And the idea of knowing my teammate was able to safely get away makes me quite happy... I enjoy being useful, Elliot! I.... I don't do much else, do I? Haha!" -> Self-deprecation! "I am essentially useless when I'm not doing generators or distracting the killer. I enjoy being useful... Being helpful..."

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot hums, narrowing his eyes at that concept.

..That hit close to home for him as he glanced away for a heartbeat and back, simply thinking of a way to word his thoughts. "You're not useless, Two Time. You're meant for persistence, not for action."

He observed his teammates quite often, usually out of fondness. "You are meant to survive for a long time- your second life.. You're meant to be the last man standing and survive for all of us."

[penumbra-forevermore]

-> Oh! That struck the survivalist right in the heart! They stood there for a moment, feeling... Something course through their veins before they drew closer, cloudy gray eyes widening a little. "You... You sound like you think so highly of me...!" -> They sounded... Genuinely shocked! Shocked and surprised, maybe a little flustered too? "Haha... That makes me so happy to know you don't think I'm worthless...!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot was a bit surprised by them drawing closer, but he didn't mind, simply smiling. "Of course. Everyone has a place on the team, Two Time. And, well, I just know everyone probably enjoys you being around them too."

..He might've half lied to make them feel better, he knew people were creeped out by them. But he really didn't care anymore from his first impressions. He was lonely, and a friend was a friend to him.

"It's just the Builder Brother's way of approaching things; we're a team!"

[penumbra-forevermore]

-> The survivalist wanted to say something, anything, but all that erupted from their throat was... A little coo? Maybe? It was hard to tell from how quiet it was, but it sounded like they were happy! Their spiky tail was even wagging. "Such praise... Haha... I don't get that! At all! People just kind of yelling at me for being "stupid" and "acting recklessly!".... I wouldn't be shocked if they're just worried..." "Or annoyed by me! Haha!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Don't worry.. Uhm, if you ever need this kind of praise, I'm always willing to help?" He shrugs with a small smile, wanting to at least keep the other positive. It was for morale, he reminded himself internally.

He did note how they seemed overwhelmingly happy and smiled to himself a bit. Maybe Two Time wasn't so bad after all.. He smiled a bit internally at the coo.

"You may be reckless, but you're doing it to try to help us, after all."

[penumbra-forevermore]

"Praise should not be dished out unless rightfully earned, dear delivery boy! But.... Thank you, for the offer! Heheh..." -> They giggle, a little higher pitched and almost... Manic sounding. But it's Two Time we're talking about, everything about them seemed a little manic. "We should begin our journey back to the mansion! I believe the others may've begun to already.... I know they'd be looking for you! Allow me to accompany you!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Oh- Uhm, yeah. I figure we should find a way to head there." He speaks, gazing off into the distance. Two Time seemed.. Off. Were they just always like this and it had conveniently flown over his head until this moment?

Elliot couldn't help but get an odd feeling in his stomach, unease, and he knew that feeling quick. Something felt off with the other as he fidgets with his wristbands, smiling as a nervous reflex.

"I'll be fine walking on my own, though- you've probably got to catch up to them, and I like to take the scenic route."

[wealwaysdeliverr]

The voice of someone familiar could be heard, from outside the mansion "Hey," "Elliot." "Mind. coming out. for a minute?" It's quite hard to pinpoint who was saying it... The voice sounded like it could've been Chance. Or 007n7. Or... someone else? It just sounds weird. -@voidstar-driven [???]

Elliot stands in his cabin and immediately gets the damn off feelings from this. No two people just.. Speak in sync like that.

He runs to the kitchen and doesn't grab his pizza cutter- he gets a knife. He then goes to one of his boarded windows and looks through the cracks to see what lurks out there, slightly moving the makeshift curtains to get a better look.

What lurks out there..?

[void-star-light]

You can't see anyone outside. < Someone's out th-t-there, right? > < Right? > < R-rru-g-guihh-tt ? > It's suddenly apparent you can't tell the direction the voices are coming from. < Pass me by-yeh-heh-hiii >

Wood creaks, and wind blows. < Pain pills, niiice cloothh-es. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot had spent 7 months alone, and sure as hell wasn't about to let this stop him, or hurt him. He grips onto the pizza-cutter and moves back from the door; he stayed near a wall, knowing he shouldn't leave his back open, wielding his only weapon in this hell.

..He knew of some traps he had laid in the place he resided in, but it was a bit hard to start them up, as he didn't want to trap himself. He kept his senses sharp despite the ever-strong anxiety biting at his determination.

"..Sh.. SHOW YOURSELF!" He calls out, not wanting to seem afraid. The more will he seemed to show, he knew he had a higher chance of seeming like he knew what he was doing.

[void-star-light]

The playback of strange music glitching out continues. < If I fall- then I think I'll fly-ehh-yaaaa- > It sounds like the air is crackling, like broken machinery. A buzzing of screen burns, and the static of a television. It all cuts out, after Elliot demands. < Okay, I > < will. > It sounded like two more unknown voices, the second cutting off the first to make a coherent sentence. The front door swings open, with Elliot getting the glimpse of a dark, shadowy tentacle sliding out of view. Nothing else seems to be outside. Nobody's outside.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot grits his teeth, trying to not let the anxiety get to him this badly. He had to keep his head in the game.

He flips the pizza cutter in the hand and then swings the door back closed with a kick, before heading upstairs. He had cleaned out all the machinery up there into scrap that could be used for making anything (if he knew how to..) he needed.

He was on the second floor of the large cabin, staying away from the edge of the railing; it wouldn't hurt him bad if he fell, but he'd rather not make a fool of himself.

Grabbing some scrap and a long wire from the machine, he quickly works to make something to save his own skin.

Using another sharp piece of metal to cut a hole in, he threads the wire through, making a sort of shoddy longer-ranged weapon. He stands up and holds the wire's ends, tying them together to make a shitty little handle area.

"..I know you're still out there." He speaks, his anxiety and fears basically killing him at this point.

[void-star-light]

< Out there, there's a world outside of yonkers... >

There's some chuckling, You know the Kefka laugh? It's that.

< WRONG! > < I'm already inside. > There's some rustling from the machinery Elliot had just scrapped from for his makeshift weaponry. Behind one of the mashed up arcade cabinets, steps a figure. Another Robloxian, average height and noticeably pudgy. Half of him a solid black skin-color, and the other half looks rotting and distorted, purples and magenta winding and twisting through each-other, radiating binary. The head wears a mask, on the black-side. On the purple side, he's rotted enough to only show a skull. And he's wearing some kind of crown, that floats over his head. He stands casually, unintimidated. A tentacle attached to his arm lashes to the side to toss a bear trap that had snagged onto it, off. His gaze is fixated on Elliot. < Howdy. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Oh, fuck that." He says, staring at the killer. He really hopes this was another one of his persistent nightmares, but his adrenaline felt too real.

He had no clue if there was any way to convince the other to not, you know, commit homicide, but who knows? Elliot grips the makeshift weapon, knuckles white and his fight or flight response screaming at him to jump off of the railing and book it.

[void-star-light]

NOLI stands, < NOW CALM DOWN. > < You're in luck, today! > < I'm not going to be > < KILLING > < You. > ...before lashing that same tentacle forward! It GRIPS the weapon, and attempts to pry it right out of Elliot's hands, and drop it into the pile of scrap.

< Yet. > He, almost way-too-casually, leans on the broken arcade machine with one arm. < Depends on if > < you Piss me off. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot could tell that if he wasn't nervous before, he sure as hell was now! He let out a small chuckle- a fear reflex of his, as he felt the tendril grip the weapon. Elliot gripped his end tighter and simply stared nervously, before letting it go suddenly, nearly letting it just fly with inertia.

"Well.. That's wonderful, really.. Uhm. Then how come you're here?"

His fingers ambiently tap against his hands as he continues on.

"Just here to torment me?"

[void-star-light]

< NAH. > No...? < Just, you know. > < Want to talk. > < Tried doing that with > < OUR MUTUAL FRIEND > < and he > < Piss me off. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Ahh.. How fun." Elliot would glance away timidly before trying to straighten his posture. He had to at least show some courtesy; at least this was company that didn't want him dead.

"..Want some food? I kinda have just been eating nothing but pizza, so if you want some.. It's downstairs."

[void-star-light]

< AHAHAHAHAHHA. > He laughs, waving a hand- and the tentacle on the hand. < You know what > < I'll help myself to a little > < TRADE OFFER. > NOLI says, as he raises one of his hands. Purple energy coalsces in the palm of his hand, shining brightly and- [;gear me 16726030] And then he's just holding a completely ordinary cheezburger. Which is promptly shoved into Elliot's hands, as NOLI casually hops down the stairwell to find pizza.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot suddenly stares at the burger like it's the holy grail, like it's suddenly become the most perfect piece of food known to man. He follows Noli down the stairs tentatively- also because he doesn't want to end up accidentally having a trap mess with the killer.

Once he's at the bottom of the stairs, he takes a moment to glance over at Noli to make sure nothing was on fire or going bad, before glancing back at the burger like a starved animal.

He proceeded to absolutely maul the fuck out of it, in retrospect, he's kind of sure he forgot all kinds of common knowledge through sheer hunger and the fact he could be something that wasn't pizza.

[void-star-light]

< Oh. > < ############### > < You're a crazy one, m > < aren't you? > < [kefkalaugh.mp3] >

Said whilst he's leaning against a wall by the kitchen, a slice of pizza held by one of the arm-tentacles. He hasn't actually taken a bite out of it yet. Nevermind how he would given his... face. < Just you out here, huh. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

He glanced back at Noli and nervously chuckles after finishing the food like a starving animal, before brushing off light crumbs from his clothing.

"..Yeah, uhm.. It's just me. I hear the other survivors talk about how they're all together after rounds, but I'm just here." He speaks, quietly walking into that general area and getting his pizza-cutter, spinning the blade ambiently.

..He figured he'd take any company instead of being alone, even if the company was a killer.

[void-star-light]

< Well, let's just say > < I'm used to > < Large crowd > < family gatherings. > NOLI says, using that same tentacle to gesture outside of the cabin window. He does it even IF the large lobby manor isn't there or not. < So to see > < A > < you > < All alone on a late night? > < THAT'S > < Out of the ordinary. > It may have just be an auditory glitch, given how NOLI spoke. But for some reason, he went "A you." and not just "you." < Good for you, though. > < I'd prefer it. > < Whole place to- > <your> < -self. > < Plus... > < THOSE GUYS ARE A LOT OF WORK. >

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot tilts his head. That's odd.. Maybe just a glitch from how the other had patched things together to speak. He didn't mind at all, actually trying to feel more content and settling down his anxiety.

"I mean, yeah.. But it can get lonely. More than a little lonely." He speaks, sitting down at a table, trying to not cough at the dust he unsettled. He rarely sat down in the dining table, frequently just settling for eating on the couch.

Laying his head down between his arms- he did know the manor was there but he didn't like going there. Just another reminder of the loneliness to him as he seemed to appreciate even a killer's company.

[void-star-light]

< WELL. > < What if > < -le loneliness,- > < was a GOOD THING. > NOLI moved from just leaning on a wall to sitting at the dining table. And by that, I mean he's sitting on the table. He keeps facing Elliot. < You're stronger on your own > < and > < WE DON'T NEED ANYONE ELSE! > < We don't need any > < ########## friends > < or pals > < or anyone else! > < I didn't have any > < FRIEND > < -s, growing up. And look how I came out! > NOLI puts his hands onto his own chest. Mind you, half of his chest looks like it's warped and mangled. There's a long pause as if he's expecting a response.

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..Elliot tried to not make any rude comment in response to the final thing said. But he felt a bit touched by Noli's words. It was shocking to him on the inside, not usually expecting him to find himself actually taking advice from a killer.

"You're not half wrong, actually.. I just never figured to see it that way, y'know?" He gazes at the half-rotted hacker and softens his gaze somewhat.

"But you can't have good without bad, and I guess that means I'm dead alone, and my only friend appears to be a snake." He shrugs at the end of his statement.

[forsaken-voyager]

A small rustling of bushes, and hesitant steps powered by subtle determination. Elliot had been searching for the voyager he considered an ally that had a failed teleportation quite a few weeks ago. He narrows his eyes, and tries to search about.

He spots a figure, and tries to not run at them immediately, a sight for sore eyes, he figured.

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(Voyager looks a bit different, slightly taller- wingspan a bit larger, and a burn mark on the right side of their head. Their tail has sharp spikes running down it, and those definitely weren’t there before.)

(They wave at you!)

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot seemed happy to see the other, before quickly getting a bit concerned at the sight of the Voyager. Why did they look a bit.. more roughed up? He approached, getting a pizza out of his bag and offering it to the other.

"Uhm.. Just in case if you got hurt." He smiles.

[forsaken-voyager]

(They look at the pizza, they can see the healing property it has.)

(Their head has been killing them. But they don't think that pizza would help.) "I don't think that would help in my case." "Are you ok? Did the failed warp hurt?"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"Ah.. Okay, uhm, let me see.. It didn't hurt me physically." He didn't mention how he basically had a breakdown shortly after from the missed chance of escape he had been shown after so long of being here.

..But he was fine now! Great, actually. He tries to forage through his bag and slowly pulls out a small bottle of expired ibuprofen. It wouldn't be as effective, but it'd at least help if the other was in pain.

"I usually don't bother to take these because I typically just.. Die whenever I'm in pain, and I'm doing okay."

[forsaken-voyager]

(They take the bottle of ibuprofen, and take a pill.)

“Thanks.”

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"Of course, haha.. Uhm.. Do you need help getting back to my cabin?" He frowns, visibly worried for the other, at least, on the outside.

And worry was an understatement on the inside. Maybe this was his fault, wanting out so bad he had endangered another person's health.. He frowned a bit thinking about how he did this. He did this..

[wealwaysdeliverr]

"E-Elliot...!" - @rookie-survivalist

His head peeks up from the generator he was working on, like a sleeper agent he had was just awakened- like a hunting dog.

"Huh? Hellooo..?"

[rookie-survivalist]

"Elliot...! Hey...!" -> The survivalist hurries over, waving their hand frantically. They didn't seem injured tho... "Come here! Come here!"

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot seemed to not panic, instead moving calmly, a passive smile on his face as he strides his way over. His eyes glinted yellow in the bare light that was shown.

"I'm coming, don't worry!" He hums, using a single hand to wipe off any dust or unknown crumbs from his monotone shirt.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth in thought as he approached, stiff and walking as though he wasn't too human. More or less robotic.

[rookie-survivalist]

-> The survivalist seemed to still, hazel-colored eyes staring at the support in silence. They could've asked, and maybe they should've asked what's going on, why he looked so different. But they'll push that back for now. "I uh... I found you this!" -> They reach into the little hip bag attached to their belt, rummaging around before pulling out a medkit! "I-I think you need this just in case..."

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot's hands whisk the Medkit quickly with strength before putting it into his delivery bag.

"Thats very sweet. Much appreciated, Noob. I never know when this will come in handy. You're a very kind delight." He spoke praise to the survivalist, stepping closer to Noob with a small motion.

"If I see you in danger, you'll be healed first." He hums afterward. Elliot didn't care if his priority was based on selfishness, it was needed to survive.

[rookie-survivalist]

-> The survivalist smiles a little and rubs the back of their neck, jostling their tiny ponytail a little as they did so. "I-I try my best to be helpful...! I usually know where all of the medkits happen to spawn. So if you ever need one, I'm the person to ask!" -> They beamed a little more now, clearly feeling a sense of pride bubble up inside of them.

[wealwaysdeliverr]

Elliot would chuckle, gently patting Noob on the shoulder, using a slight bit too much force to just barely err on the side of being odd as he smiles to the other, the smile vaguely warm in nature.

"Well, just know you are being helpful! Your contributions are always appreciated, Noob." He would gently speak, tone uplifting yet mildly hollow as his voice sounds out. He moves his hand back to his own side afterwards.

"If you want, you can stay by me for this round?"