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So I guess I'll take recommendations for Elliot suffering.

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no SA/rape/non-con
no minor x adult
no pizzaburger with a good ending
plz don't ask for me to be super-duper detailed for gore

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Elliot was taking someone’s pizza order. They were one of the only people in the shop, and they were taking it to go. Business has been slow these days.

Elliot was about to go in the back for a smoke when someone walked in. They had a fedora, a long coat (that was unbuttoned) and a t-shirt and pants underneath - all in black. His shoes were shined and he had an air of mystery.

Elliot wondered why someone like that would want pizza from a place that hadn’t been popular since 2018. Then he saw the man’s face.

Mafioso walked up to the counter. He smiled a little at Elliot, who seemed terrified.

“Look, man, I swear I’ll have the money next week. Just give me a little-” Elliot was cut off.

“Time?” Mafioso chuckled. “Haven’t I given you enough time?”

“Please, just… let me keep the place. It made so much money, remember? I-It’ll bounce back, I swear!” Elliot pleaded with Mafioso. He simply frowned.

“I have an idea. You play off… half of what you owe me, leaving you with only $500. You’ll have a whole year to make up the money. If not, you give me $1,000 by the end of the week.” Mafioso proposed.

“What, really? I don’t have-” Elliot said.

“Not with money. Let me get over to the back. I’ll show you.” Mafioso was led to the back of the store where pizza was delivered. It was mildly cold and not all that well lit.

Mafioso didn’t waste time, quickly taking off his belt.

“Wait, sir, what did you want me to do?” Elliot’s eyes went back and forth from Mafioso’s belt to his face.

“You’re paying off your debt. Now, get down on your knees, pizza boy.”

Elliot kneeled before Mafioso. He looked up, confused. Until Mafioso pulled his pants down just enough to take out… that.

“Wait, I don’t… I’m not…”

Mafioso held Elliot’s hair, pushing him forward a little.

“Come on. You’re helping yourself, really.” Mafioso muttered, but there was a different tone to his voice.

Pizza guy leaned forward, holding Mafioso’s pasta noodle (uncooked) with a shaky hand. He moved closer and started to suck.

Mafioso groaned and pushed farther into Elliot’s mouth, who gagged and pulled away.

Mafioso guided Elliot’s mouth back to his pool noodle.

Elliot reached up to hold onto the waistband of Mafioso’s pants. He tried to relax until the boss started to thrust into his mouth. Elliot tried his best not to choke or gag…

Mafioso finished, and P1zzaluvr67 thought that maybe it was over. It was not.

Elliot was lifted and leaned onto a table.

“Uh… Mafioso, what-” Elliot started, but Mafioso interrupted him.

“Remember the deal.”

Elliot kept his head down. He tried his best not to react when his pants were pulled down, or when Mafioso grabbed his hips, or when…

Oh.

Elliot gripped the table when he felt “something” (Omori reference) go inside him. He couldn’t decide if it was pleasant or not. Then, he felt it move. Elliot moaned quietly, his back arching without him wanting it to.

Mafioso held Elliot onto the table, which only made it feel better. The Boss started to touch Elliot’s lower stick thingy, but he didn’t need to do much for it to be fully erect.

Elliot whimpered. He felt the man behind him moving faster than he could keep up with. Mafioso tensed, gripping Elliot while he finished. Elliot wasn’t too far behind.

This was not how Elliot planned his Thursday to go.

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Elliot didn’t have a lot of spare time. But when he did, he spent his time playing “Work At A Pizza Place” on Roblox. He loved the game a lot, since he liked making the pizzas. But one day, someone messed everything up.

Someone with an all red avatar lit the place on fire with hacks.

[P1ZZALUVR67]: STOP DOING THAT!!!!!
[C00lkidd]: LOL noob
[P1ZZALUVR67]: STOP IT NOW!!!
[P1ZZALUVR67]: OR I’LL REPORT YOU!

C00lkidd lit Elliot on fire through hacks in the game. Elliot groaned aloud and continued to argue.

[P1ZZALUVR67]: STOP HACKING!!!!
[c00lkidd]: Go #### yourself noob

Elliot decided to report this ‘c00lkidd’ guy. The kid disappeared from the game and he played peacefully for an hour or so before going to bed.

The next day, a man with a burger on his head came in with a child that was… literally red??? He was yellow, though, so he couldn’t really say anything.

The kid was wailing loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the almost empty pizza place.

“WAAAAAAAA!!! I GOT BANNED ON ROBLOX!! I HATE ROBLOX!!!”

“I’m getting you pizza, all right? Then, we’ll find a way to get your account back.”

Elliot looked up from his phone, taking the order.

“Just a medium pepperoni pizza.” The burger man said.

“Comin’ right up, sir.” Elliot’s response was robotic and automatic. He typed in the order, then waited for the pizza to be made. This time was spent on his phone, again, playing roblox.

The kid saw the game, then the username. He frowned.

“Hey, dad, that’s the guy who reported me!” The red child said.

“Is it?” The man gestured for the phone. “Can I see that?”

That’s where Elliot made his first mistake. He shrugged and handed the man his phone.

“Hmm… Well, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m 007n7. A master hacker.”

Elliot didn’t care. He nodded anyway.

“Can we talk for a second?” 007n7 said.

“Sure. Customer’s always right.” Elliot gave 007n7 his phone.

7n7 inspected it. He scoffed.

“Do you get off on being mean to kids or something? Who even does that? My son was playing a pizza game and you got him banned. Why?” n7 said.

“Listen, dude, he was the one hacking the game. If he didn’t want to be banned, maybe he should’ve played normally.” Elliot reached for his phone back. 007n7 wasn’t done, however. He told c00lkidd (which was all that we can call him since we only know his roblox username) to go sit in one of the booths with a tablet.

007n7 then hopped over the counter to beat Elliot up, Waffle House style (this ain’t no Denny’s).

007n7 jumped over the counter again, bringing his kid out of the place as he snapped his fingers and lit the building on fire.

Elliot groaned.

“Worst… day… ever…”

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Elliot hated running around all the time. He hated even more when he tried to help and someone refused.

A good case of this was Chance.

Chance was being chased by John Doe, flipping that STUPID FUCKING COIN like his life depended on it.

Elliot swooped in to throw a pizza but Chance… dodged it???

So, he decided on distracting the killer.

“Hey! Over here! I’m healing people!!!” Elliot yelled. John Doe turned and ran, but instead of finding somewhere safe like a normal person, Chance just… stood there. Flipping his coin.

Now, Elliot was pissed. The killer caught on and went for Chance, so Elliot walked away.

”No use helping someone who’s braindead…” He thought while completing a generator.

Then Chance appeared, flipping that god damn coin. He was no longer being chased, but was beaten up pretty badly.

“Well. You look like you’ve seen better days.” Elliot mumbled.

“Coin.” Chance responded. “I gotta flip this coin, so I can get my health back.”

“Do you… want pizza?” Elliot almost reached for his pizza box.

“No. I swear, I’ll get a heal in a second.” Chance flipped the coin and got slowness.

“Uh huh. I’ll leave you to do that then.” Elliot began to walk away when Chance grabbed his arm.

“Wait- just in case, could you… stick around?” Chance said, begging Elliot with his eyes.

“...Fine.”

~~~

Chance was still flipping that STUPID coin while Elliot stuck around because… he felt bad, maybe. Either way, Chance was stacking debuffs because he has the worst luck of all time.

Then the killer came.

A good few minutes were added to the round because the killer had gotten to other people. Now, it was Chance, Elliot, and Two Time on the other side of the map.

Elliot shoved Chance against a wall, mumbling store protocol for an armed robbery.

John Doe passed them by and chased Two Time instead.

“Thank God I’m so stealthy,” Chance said. “We’d be goners otherwise.”

“I had to pull you out of his line of sight, moron. We’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Elliot said. “But… you’re bruised up pretty bad. Need help?”

“Nope.” Chance flipped his coin and took damage. Elliot pinned him to the ground.

“You’re going to eat this pizza and you’re going to like it.” Elliot tried to shove a pizza slice in Chance’s face.

“Dude, stop! I’ll get a heal!” Chance slapped the pizza away.

“You said that and got slowness, then weakness, then you got a gun that BACKFIRED ON YOU!” Elliot said, grabbing another pizza.

“You know what?! How about this.” Chance clutched his coin. “If I get heads, you leave me alone. If I get tails, I’ll take your pathetic pizza slice. Deal?”

“We’re not flipping a coin for this.” Elliot went to hold Chance’s hand down but he already flipped the coin. It landed on it’s side and stayed there.

“The fuck does that mean??” Elliot stared in confusion.

“Welp, guess we HAVE to have sex then.” Chance shrugged as if this was entirely out of his control.

“What??? That was NOT part of the deal???”

“The coin said it. Pull down your pants.”

“Okay, fine, but I’m not bottoming.”

Bottom he did not. Elliot stood while Chance stayed on his knees, grabbing the coin and putting it back in his pocket.

Chance took his sweet time, carefully undoing Elliot’s belt, taking an hour to actually get the belt off, then touching the waistband of Elliot’s pants without taking them off.

Elliot grabbed his pants and pulled them down just enough, grabbing Chance by his hair. The pizza maker put coinman777’s hand on his mustard-flavored hotdog.

“Just a question… How much would it cost if I paid you to have sex with me later too?” Chance said, before he even did it the first time.

“A million dollars.”

“I’ll tell you when I get a million dollars, then.”

Chance started sucking Elliot off. Elliot couldn’t help rocking his hips…

Two Time passed by where they were hiding, having lost the killer.

“Elliot, I need…” He started. Then Two Time looked up. “...May the spawn be with you. I’ll just find a medkit.”

Elliot pulled Chance’s head back before Two Time could leave.

“Wait, let me just…” He quickly tossed a pizza to Two Time, who ran away as soon as he could.

He turned back to Chance.

“Hey, pizza guy.” Chance said.

“Shut up, man…” Elliot shoved Chance’s face into his crotch. Chance quickly started giving Elliot head.

Elliot covered his mouth and started moving his hips faster. Chance gagged, pulling back for a second before doing it again. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Pizza guy grabbed Chance’s head, tensing for a second before sighing quietly.

Chance backed up, swallowing, although a bit dripped onto his chin. Elliot wiped Chance’s face.

“You… wow.” Elliot mumbled.

“My knees hurt.” Chance responded. He stood up. “For a ball pit, this floor is pretty hard.”

Elliot was about to say something when he noticed that Two Time had been wiped out.

Elliot and Chance were goners, unless…

“Lean on that wall.” Elliot said. He was hoping this would gross the killer out enough for the guy to just run away.

Chance shrugged and leaned on the wall. The pizza boy’s fingers hooked on Chance’s pants, pulling them down. Elliot grabbed his hips and went inside of him… he didn’t even bother to try and use his fingers first.

Chance gasped and gripped the wall.

~~~

John Doe wandered around Horror Hotel. He was looking for the last two survivors. He had a whole minute to kill them.

This will be easy.

Doe heard muffled moans coming from the ball pit. He was confused by this, but he needed the thrill of killing. So, he went closer.

John Doe came upon Chance being held down by Elliot, who was pounding into him. Doe stood there for a second, trying to decide if he should kill them or run away. He settled on “this shit isn’t worth it” and backed away.

The moans only got louder as John Doe walked away, shaking his head in disbelief. ”In the middle of a round..?” he thought to himself.

Elliot kept going, even as John Doe had walked away. Chance’s legs spread and his back arched into the survivor behind him.

The pizza thrower’s movements focused on Chance’s g-spot, making his legs twitch and shake. Chance moaned loudly.

“Shit… I’m- I’m gonna…” the gambler whined, while Elliot kept rubbing over that spot.

Elliot gripped Chance’s hips, moving faster before he released. Chance relaxed onto the wall until the man behind him rubbed his half hard genitalia.

“You didn’t say anything about this…” Elliot gripped Chance’s [evading the word cutely] and moved his hand back and forth.

It didn’t take long for Chance to finish.

“Thank… thank you, man.” Chance muttered.

Elliot sighed and hugged Chance, still taking his time to pull out.

“No, thank you.” He mumbled into Chance’s shoulder. Elliot pulled out of the gambler in front of him and sat on the floor. Chance followed after.

“So… what are we?” Chance mumbled, absent-mindedly flipping his coin.

“I don’t know. What are we?” Elliot leaned his head on the wall. He turned to Chance.

“Friends with benefits?” Chance said, but he was mostly hoping.

“Nah. Just friends.” Elliot responded.

“If I get heads, can we do this again?”

Elliot sighed, smiling faintly. “Yeah… How about if you get tails we do it again later, and if you get heads, we do it again now?”

Chance flipped the coin. It landed on heads. Elliot and Chance looked at each other, both with a small smirk on their faces.

The two stood. Chance got closer, kissing Elliot. The pizza cook pushed the coin flipping expert against the wall. Both men had already started getting BRICKED…

Chance whimpered and ground on Elliot, who rubbed the man’s erection. He groaned and grabbed Elliot’s shirt.

Chance stroked Elliot back, but only around the base. He chuckled and his hands roamed.

“Chance… don’t- don’t tease me like that-” Elliot’s voice hitched as the other man reached his chest, squeezing and playing with his nipples.

“Fuck…” Elliot muttered. He guided Chance’s hand back to his cock.

Chance gripped it and moved his hand slowly. Elliot moaned softly. Then he pinned Chance’s hands above his head, spinning him around against the wall.

Chance gasped as he was stroked from behind. He moaned louder as Elliot put his fingers into him, moving them back and forth. He was skilled with multitasking.

~~~

The two were left panting and sweating as the clock hit 0:00.

In the lobby, most were chatting or taking their time to relax. All but Two Time.

“Hey, Two Time!” Elliot smiled a little.

“...Praise the Spawn, you and Chance need to get a room.” They responded.

“...What?”

“I was spectating.” Tw0 Tim3 put simply. Elliot’s eyes widened.

“You didn’t tell anyone about that, right? Or about… before that?” Elliot said.

“Of course not. That’s private, I suppose. But I pray to The Spawn that whatever drive you have is solved.” Time Two shook his head. He then left for his room, mumbling about praying to the Spawn.

Elliot sighed. He knew Two Time probably wouldn’t tell anyone, but… the knowledge that Two Time might’ve watched everything him and Chance did? Not exactly comfortable.

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Elliot sighed as the round started, He heard c00lkidd’s freakish giggle; a sound he heard time and time again.

C00lkidd locked in on him immediately.

The pizza boy ran as much as he could, but eventually his legs gave out.

Luckily, Elliot was behind a wall. He thought that, at least. Until that freak of nature threw a cement brick that tore through the wall and then Elliot’s ribs.

Unfortunately, he was forced to survive longer.

Elliot gasped for breaths he couldn’t take in. He ‘ran’, but the most he could do was speed limping. Elliot climbed up a stone castle, sighing with relief to see Builderman.

“Please… I need… a heal…” Elliot gasped.

“Ya got it, bud! …Ah, I’m on cooldown” Builderman sighed. “Sorry, pal.”

Elliot groaned. “How long..?”

Builderman shrugs. “‘Bout forty seconds, why?”

C00lkidd’s cruel music began to play.

“Come on, Elliot. Keep pushing.” He groaned through his teeth, trying to run away. C00lkidd had other plans, however.

As Elliot tried to climb down the stairs on the other side of the castle, c00lkidd smiled at him. Like he was playing a game.

“Haha! I’m it!” c00lkidd an forward, grabbing Elliot by his visor. He threw Elliot down the stairs.

The poor pizza boy felt his arm, which he landed on. It felt dislocated and broken at the joint of his elbow.

C00lkidd ran forward and body slammed Elliot. He felt the rest of his ribs shatter under the child’s inhuman strength.

“This is fun!” the kid said, punching Elliot repeatedly until his skull shattered. Elliot had ten health points left.

How unfortunate.

C00lkidd dragged Elliot across the grass. Once satisfied by the distance, the kid lifted Elliot and ran into the bottom floor of the castle, building momentum until he threw Elliot at the wall. He held the pizza boy’s chin.

“You look familiar. Oh well!” C00lkidd threw Elliot to the ground, holding up a floating tablet and punching something in. Elliot burst into flames. He would’ve screamed if his lungs (or whatever was left of them) and his mouth weren’t filled with blood.

Elliot woke again, standing in the cabin. He gasped, taking in air and relishing in the feeling for a moment.

Two Time waved.

“Praise the Spawn! You’re here!” They hopped up from the couch. “I was getting a bit hungry!”

Two Time had a twitch in their eye. Elliot sighed. He tossed a pizza from wherever they came from. Two Time caught it.

“Much appreciated!” They took a bite out of the pizza and sat down, waiting for the rest of the survivors.

“How did you end up here, anyway? Don’t you have two lives?” Elliot sat down as well.

“1 (@^’+. 1+ ~0^’+ 73+ ^^3.” Two Time’s voice was a static blur.

“...What?” Elliot mumbled.

Two Time stood from the table and left, a small smile on their face.

Elliot shook his head. He sighed, drumming his fingers on the table idly.

Another death next round. And the round after that, and the round after that. Someone always dies. Everyone always suffers.

Elliot let his mind wander. Why him? Why here?

Chance joined Elliot in the cabin, still looking a bit shaken up. He looked at Elliot, then looked away as if they didn’t lock eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know why he would seem a little awkward.

“Why don’t you sit over here, Chance? We should hang out.” Elliot pat the seat next to him with a small smile. Chance turned to him.

“You talkin’ to me?” Chance asked. Elliot nodded.

“The seat is empty, so…” Elliot smiled a little wider when Chance came. He sat down in the chair, looking at Elliot.

“...Still wondering what we are, though.” Chance muttered.

Elliot rested his hand on Chance’s knee. “Whatever you want us to be. Customer’s always right..!”

Chance leaned over and kissed Elliot just as Two Time walked in. They gasped and walked back out. Chance took this as an opportunity to hug Elliot into his lap.

Elliot sighed and leaned on Chance’s shoulder. Then the round ended, and the survivors showed up. The pair quickly split apart to look like they were just sitting next to each other.

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Chance almost immediately arched as Elliot grabbed his hip, spitting on his fingers for lube.

Elliot put his fingers in (you can figure out where) and moved his hand back and forth rapidly. Chance gasped. The delivery driver had found just the right spot to press while he stroked Chance’s front.

The gambler tensed as he felt himself close to finishing. Then Elliot pulled away.

“What was that for?” Chance panted.

“We’re not done yet.” Elliot’s whisper sent shivers down the other man’s spine.

He flipped Chance onto his back. Elliot took off his pants and leaned down to kiss Chance.

Chancius Maximus moaned quietly when Elliot uhhh ummm guess

Two Time sat in the middle of his room. Their head was bowed in prayer.

“Please, God… get me out of here. Give me strength to go on… and give me patience for a way out. Protect my friends from…” Two Time paused as they heard a low, repetitive banging against the wall.

He stood, confused, and put an ear to the wall. Then he heard that.

“Elliot… EllIOT- ELLIOT KEEP GOING..!~” It sounded like Chance but a bit higher pitched.

“Mm hmm hnnnn…” Elliot responded. Both of them were panting.

Two Time backed away from the wall, but unfortunately, the sounds only got louder. The banging from the headboard of their bed against the wall got quicker until it stopped. Two Time slowly went closer to the wall, listening again just in time for Elliot to speak.

“Shit… so hard… you might have to use your fingers first…”

Two Time went to the wall farthest from Elliot’s room. They put their forehead on the wall and bowed. Their hands were put together in prayer.

“Please, good lord, he who is oh so holy… cleanse my mind of sin and lust… give me patience and focus… and please help me to the right path. I mean in all good faith, give my friends help, and myself soundproof walls at the very least.”

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It was just Elliot and Two Time now. 1x1x1x1 was hot on Elliot’s tail. Then Two Time swooped in and stabbed 1x4 with their dagger.

Elliot thanked Two Time and ran as fast as he could to a safe spot. Two Time followed. They were twitching.

“Phew… thanks for that. Also, are you… okay?” Elliot said. He prepared to hand out a pizza slice.

“I’m fantastic! Thank you for asking!” Two Time said quickly. Then they ran away, yelling, “PRAISE THE SPAWN!”

1x1x1x1 didn’t forget what Two Time did, however. Two Time was chased throughout the map.

“OHMYSPAWN,ELLIOT,WHERE’SYOURPIZZA?” They yelled, limping past.

“TWO TIME! ARE YOU OKAY?” Elliot threw a pizza and 1x1x1x1 decided to take it personally.

The duo were toyed with for a full minute. The killer juggled their pain back and forth, going after Two Time and locking on Elliot when the bearer of pizza dared to heal them.

Elliot thought they might make it out. There were only a few seconds left.

But then Two Time caught a sword in his gut. It was ripped into their torso and through their legs. Two Time let out an ear-piercing scream. They pleaded, begged 1x1x1x1 to spare them, begged God to tell them why they’d ended up here.

They must’ve gotten an answer, because as 1x4 lifted their sword, the cultist didn’t utter another word. They didn’t try to save themself. 1x stabbed Two Time again, his blood watering the grass. It was dying just as he was, again, and again, and again.

1x grabbed Two Time’s head, crushing it in their palm.

Elliot stared from his hiding place. If only he’d been sooner. He laughed quietly to himself as his cooldown wore off, just in time for the Last Man Standing music. Not because it was funny, but because it might have been the only way to cope with such a transgression.

It was sick to give him the power to heal after he’d already failed to save everyone.

Elliot didn’t want to run after witnessing his friend being torn to shreds. He ran anyway. Something higher powered his legs.

Elliot tried to hide as the killer was highlighted in red, but of course it could see him.

1x1x1x1 followed, stalked. Waited. Elliot saw a medkit in the distance. He ran to it, but 1x1x1x1 threw something at him. His vision was clouded with computer ads. The pizza boy was frozen like a laggy computer. He blinked rapidly as the killer slashed at his back.

Elliot managed to clear his vision and run again, only now he was limping.

“Please…” He muttered. “Please just let me live…”

The (former) delivery driver crawled to the medkit as his back bled out. The killer had slashed his legs.

“Please…” Elliot murmured to himself. His voice had weakened.

He gripped the medkit, trying to pry it open. 1x1x1x1 watched him. Then he raised a foot.

Elliot gave up and closed his eyes, trying not to cry as he braced for the pain that was to follow.

The skeletal figure chuckled. Then it slowly dragged their sword down his spine. Elliot choked out a sob as the anomaly leaned down, grabbing Elliot’s bone and holding the rest of him down with a foot.

Elliot screamed in pain when his spine was ripped out. His eyes went bloodshot as he was ripped into ribbons with the killer’s blade.

“NO! NOO…No…”

He cried as his head was lifted and squeezed out of existence.

Elliot gasped as he was reborn in the cabin. He walked himself out of the building, glad to have the ability to walk again. His back had a dull ache.

Elliot saw Two Time behind the cabin, praying to The Spawn again.

“...You… you don’t mind if I smoke, right?” Elliot said.

“Elliot..! You’re here!” They chuckled, twitching more noticeably. “Do what you must, hahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Elliot nodded, slightly concerned. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, feeling a bit more calm. He exhaled. Two Time watched for a second, smiling. Then they bowed down again.

Elliot looked away. The cigarette made his pain fade into the night with the smoke. But he only seemed more guilty with each puff. Even with that feeling, he chain smoked through half the pack before the guilt got to him.

“Elliot…” Two Time looked up, no longer smiling. “You shouldn’t smoke, you know.”

Elliot looked down. “I know, but… we’re basically in hell. It’s all I have.”

“No. You have friends.” Two Time stood and extended a hand. “You have me. And Chance. And everyone else in this place.” They smiled. It was normal now.

“Thanks, Two Time.” Elliot shook their hand. “But… Why didn’t you stop me before?”

“Regret gets to you better than words.” Two Time said. Then they nodded and walked away.

Elliot was left behind the cabin with a box of cigarettes that felt dirty in his hand. He put the pack away and headed to his room.

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Elliot was taking someone’s pizza order. They were one of the only people in the shop, and they were taking it to go. Business has been slow these days.

Elliot was about to go in the back for a smoke when someone walked in. They had a fedora, a long coat (that was unbuttoned) and a t-shirt and pants underneath - all in black. His shoes were shined and he had an air of mystery.

Elliot wondered why someone like that would want pizza from a place that hadn’t been popular since 2018. Then he saw the man’s face.

Mafioso walked up to the counter. He smiled a little at Elliot, who seemed terrified.

“Look, man, I swear I’ll have the money next week. Just give me a little-” Elliot was cut off.

“Time?” Mafioso chuckled. “Haven’t I given you enough time?”

“Please, just… let me keep the place. It made so much money, remember? I-It’ll bounce back, I swear!” Elliot pleaded with Mafioso. He simply frowned.

“I have an idea. You pay off… half of what you owe me, leaving you with only $500. You’ll have a whole year to make up the money. If not, you give me $1,000 by the end of the week.” Mafioso proposed.

“What, really? I don’t have-” Elliot said.

“Not with money. Let me get over to the back. I’ll show you.” Mafioso was led to the back of the store where pizza was delivered. It was mildly cold and not all that well lit.

Mafioso didn’t waste time, quickly taking off his belt.

“Wait, sir, what did you want me to do?” Elliot’s eyes went back and forth from Mafioso’s belt to his face.

“Like you can’t tell. Get on your knees.”

Elliot kneeled before Mafioso. He looked up, then Mafioso pulled his pants down just enough to take out… that.

“Oh.”

Mafioso held Elliot’s hair, pushing him forward a little.

“Unless you don’t want to...” Mafioso muttered. It seems that in the remake of this chapter, Mafioso cares about consent this time.

Elliot shook his head quickly. Pizza guy leaned forward, holding Mafioso’s pasta noodle (uncooked) with a shaky hand. He moved closer and started to suck.

Mafioso groaned and pushed farther into Elliot’s mouth, who gagged and pulled away. Then he licked his lips and moved back.

Elliot reached up to hold onto the waistband of Mafioso’s pants. He tried to relax until the boss started to thrust into his mouth. Elliot tried his best not to choke or gag again…

Mafioso finished, and P1zzaluvr67 thought that maybe it was over. It was not.

Elliot was lifted and leaned onto a table.

“Mm… Mafioso…” Elliot started.

“Yes?” The mafia man answered.

“Please…” Elliot laid on the table.

Elliot gripped the table when he felt “something” (Omori reference) go inside him. He felt it move. Elliot moaned quietly, his back arching.

Mafioso held Elliot onto the table, which only made it feel better. The Boss started to touch Elliot’s lower stick thingy, but he didn’t need to do much for it to be fully erect.

Elliot whimpered. He felt the man behind him moving faster than he could keep up with. Mafioso tensed, gripping Elliot while he finished. Elliot wasn’t too far behind.

This was not how Elliot planned his Thursday to go.

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Elliot had heard rumors. He talked to the other survivors about the new guy. The new addition… The new threat.

Noli.

It was a name whispered among the survivors for a long time. A really, really long time. Seriously, they were starting to wonder if “Noli” was even real.

Then they saw it; “Noli” in red. He was very real, and very scary.

Elliot had heard rumors of god-like powers.

“I heard Noli doesn’t run out of stamina.” Shedletsky said once.

“I’ve seen the code. He has at least ten different abilities.” 007n7 had said.

“Let’s not dabble in gossip; he cannot be real. He says our blood will run like water from a faucet, and is as terrible as an eel...” Dusekkar had said. “You spread rumors like butter. Cause humor, but soon you will shudder.”

“...W-Whatever that means...” Noob mumbled.

~present~

Noli’s castle loomed. Thunder roared in the background. There was purple EVERYWHERE. Elliot picked up a medkit he spawned near and hid with Two Time behind a pillar.

Elliot saw Noli running toward him so he dodged. But unlike Coolkidd, Noli just… turned??? He stabbed Elliot as the pizza worker ran as fast as he could. Shedletsky jumped off a staircase and slashed into Noli(fe).

Elliot was able to get away with 38/80 hp. He saw a generator and walked to it.

“Great, great…” Elliot mumbled. He sighed and started connecting wires. Then he heard a laugh from somewhere and saw Noli APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE. This time, Noli Noodle WOULD NOT GET OFF HIS ASS. Noli repeatedly slashed at Elliot as he ran around. Then the laugh was heard again, and Noli disappeared.

It was a hallucination.

Elliot leaned on the wall and slid to the floor. He sighed.

“Oh my goodness…” Elliot mumbled. “What the hell was that…”

Guest 1337 pat Elliot’s shoulder.

He read Elliot’s face. “I got the hallucination too, kid.”

“Yeah… it’s weird. I mean, why the hell would this guy need hallucinations to kill us?” Ellio Bellio sighed and leaned on the wall. Guest looked around and placed a med in Elliot’s lap. He stood up.

“Take this. I’m sure you’ll need it more than me.” He smiled. “Stay strong, Elliot.” Then 1337 ran off.

Elliot ran to a corner and opened the medkit. He cleansed and bandaged his wounds.

“Thanks, Guest.” He mumbled, shaking off any lingering aches and running towards someone who just took damage, highlighted in yellow.

Then he watched as Guest had his life stomped out of him. Elliot fought to yell to his friend, to stop Noli, anything… But he knew there was nothing to be done. So he did what he did best; He ran to a different job.

Elliot quickly gave 007n7 a slice of pizza, even though he was reluctant to. He didn’t want to, but seeing another life snuffed out because he was petty wasn’t on his bucket list.

Next was Noob. They were faring well, but still had a bit of health taken from him. Elliot was about to heal Noob when the aura farmer (Noli) appeared out of nowhere. No, sorry, a machine, because that is a completely useful mechanic that is great and Author is glad it made the game. (Can you tell which feature Author hates most about Noli Noodle yet?)

Noob went from about 80% health to 20% in a matter of seconds. Elliot tried to throw pizza. It landed in front of Noob, who dodged it and tried to eat a ghost burger.

“Noob, take the pizza!” Elliot yelled. The pizza was lifted by the air itself and disappeared, bite by bite. Ghost Noob disappeared somewhere and Noli locked on Elliot.

“...Shit.” Elliot quickly ran off to wherever he could. He’d lost Guest and almost lost Noob. Although they respawn anyway, it doesn’t make seeing them get brutally murdered hurt any less.

Noli, however, quickly caught up. Noli dashed with his magic stuff or whatever, hitting Elliot. The delivery boy ran as fast as he could, but Noli noodle genuinely could not get off his ass. He would get lost and catch Elliot again. This continued until Elliot was given a break from Shedletsky.

The former admin slashed Roblox’s version of the phantom of the opera, stopping him in his tracks. Elliot and Shedletsky ran for their lives. Unfortunately, Shedletsky wasn’t fast enough. Noli recovered and threw a star, yanking Shedletsky back and taking his health. Shed tried to run, but Noli rushed into him.

In a few seconds, Shedletsky was alive no longer.

Elliot watched as the rest of his team DEMOLISHED by Noli. he saw the red outline of the killer, who walked over, slow… stalking. Elliot watched until the outline disappeared. Luckily, Noli was far away.

Then, Noli came out of a generator in front of Elliot. He laughed. It sounded familiar but glitched. Stolen and tainted.

Pizza Guy backed away. Noli stepped forward.

“Hey… Noli. you’re not… a bad guy, I’m sure. I bet you’re great, even.” Elliot waited for a response. Getting none, he continued. “You look nice, by the way. Cool… star thingy. It’s great.”

Noli tilted his head. He came closer. Elliot backed away, into a wall.

“Hey… could you stay over there? I like my personal space.”

Surprisingly, Noli listened. He backed away and lifted his star.

“...Woah, okay, put that down. We can talk this out, like men. Or… whatever it is that you are.”

Noli wound up. He threw. Elliot came rushing forward, only to be slammed into the ground. Noli stomped Elliot over and over until his skull and brain were part of the floor.

Elliot saw his friends in the cabin. Shedletsky, Noob, Guest… he walked up to each and apologized.

“...Sorry I couldn’t heal you in time.”

“It’s fine,” Guest said. “You stayed alive. That’s what’s important to me.”

Shedletsky shrugged, chomping chicken. “It’s bound to happen. We’re here for eternity. You can’t save everyone every time.”

Elliot didn’t feel the best after that. Then there’s Noob… he didn’t even remember how Noob died.

“Oh… well, uhm… m-me and n7 were hanging out. Then, he just… fell over. I assumed th-that… the pose made me think maybe… then I kinda died too.” Noob fidgeted, as if something made him more nervous than usual.

“What were you…” Elliot turned his head a little in confusion. Then n7 walked over and said something in Noob’s ear to make him blush. Elliot connected the dots and sighed.

“Him? Really?” Elliot rolled his eyes.

“W-well… it… he has a great p-personality..!” Noob tried to defend that terrible, horrible, disgusting, incredibly bad, mean, rude, distasteful, odd, weird man that was 007n7.

“Does he really? Or are you just saying that?”

“He q-quit his job just to take care of a kid that wasn’t his-”

“-And who hacked and ruined other people’s lives? Yeah, what a great guy.” Elliot scoffed. “Listen, Noob, you can be with who you want… but I don’t get why it would be him…”

Noob sighed and went to a table in the dining area.

Noli sucks.

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Elliot and Chance woke up next to each other, still in each other’s arms from the eventful night before. Elliot yawned and sat up.

“CHANCE, WHAT THE… IS THAT YOU???” Elliot’s shocked voice made Chance jump awake.

“Huh? What… oh. Nice rack, Elliot.” Chance chuckled.

“...What..” He looked down and sighed. “What the hell?”

Chance shrugged, sitting up. “I wonder how this happened. Wait…” Chance checked his pants… He(?) sighed. But then, Chance sat up. She had an idea.

“There might be a way to take advantage of this.”

“...Like? I’m sure it’s not that different from being male.” Elliot then got up. “Let’s go check on everyone else, actually.”

Elliot and Chance got dressed. The two knocked on Two TIme’s door. They answered by opening the door. Somehow, Two Time looked masculine and feminine at the same time.

“Uh… Two Time, you look…” Elliot started.

“Different? Yeah. I know.” Each word seemed to switch from hyper-masculine to hyper-feminine. It was as if the swap was confused on what gender to pick. “The Spawn has never been less generous.”

“So… You’re nonbinary - or, you were before - so what the hell are you now?” Chance scratched the back of his neck.

“Binary.” Two Time put simply. Then… they disappeared into a silhouette of themself, but instead of just black it was black with binary code on it.

“Holy shit… are you okay???” Elliot said. His(?) voice raised in pitch, which made him rub his throat in annoyance.

“Yes. I am fine. I’m going to pray and hope this… thing… goes away.” Two Time retreated to a corner, his hands clasped together as he mumbled something to himself.

Next was Guest.

The duo made their way down the hall, only to find Guest on the floor, doing push ups. 1337 didn’t seem to have noticed the change.

“Hey, Guest! Sorry to bother you but…” Chance started. Guest paused after saying “101” and taking a sip of water.

“Chance. Elliot. Hello.” He nodded to them.

Chance’s knees almost buckled. Nothing much changed about Guest 1337, save for the fact that now he had boobs and a feminine voice. It was still deep, however, and still held the power of a war vet.

“Woah, Guest, it seems you uh… changed too.” Chance mumbled. Elliot nodded, looking down every so often.

“You’re grown men. Can’t you control yourselves?” Guest sighed.

“Sorry mommy- uh, sir- ma’am- uhh… Guest.” Chance fumbled over his words.

Elliot pulled Chance away from the door and to Taph’s room. Upon seeing Taph, the other survivor… hadn’t changed. Like, at all. If they had a voice, maybe…

Then was Shedletsky. He was the same mostly, but now he had longer hair.

After that, Noob. The same as well.

Dusekkar was also the same…

Builderman now had hair (though it was short) and that was the only change brought about him.

Then 007n7. Elliot didn’t like that guy, based on past experiences. But he felt him and Chance should check up on the guy anyway.

007n7 had hair and a chest…. Once again, that was really it.

The survivors all sat in the dining area. Everyone seemed thoroughly confused, looking around at each other. Then most eyes landed on Two Time.

“We must find out who the curse befell first… but Two Time, we all agree, must have it the worst.” Dusekkar said. He shook his head in pity.

Two Time, glitching between binary code, hyper-maculine, and hyper-feminine, mumbled inder his breath. “Curse it all… the Spawn will fix this, I’m sure.”

“...Anyway,” Chance started, “Dusekkar’s right. We need to find out why this happened, or at least… who could’ve caused this…”

“Maybe it’s a punishment. But what sort of punishment even is this?? What does this solve???” Elliot wondered aloud.

“🍕🪙👌👈❓(maybe it’s Elliot and Chance together?)” Taph said.

“We didn’t- that’s not-” Elliot tried to defend herself(?), stumbling over words.

Two Time spoke suddenly. “The walls are thin. Thank The Spawn that I’m a heavy sleeper.”

“...Good lord.” Guest mumbled. He sighed. “We’ll find a way to fix this, regardless of how or why it happened. I’m sure we will.”

“The rounds start soon. Maybe after all that, we just go to sleep and it’ll fix itself.” Shedletsky laid back. “Some problems need to be observed before they can be solved.”

“..But some problems will only get worse the longer they go on. We need to figure this out.” Builderman said.

“Uhm.. Sh-Shedletsky might be right. Maybe… maybe it’ll go away.” Noob tried to be optimistic.

“Yeah. Maybe we just gotta… sleep it off.” n7 said.

“Shut up, 007n7. Nobody asked you.” Elliot grumbled. Chance put a hand on his/her leg. Elliot looked at Chance and mumbled an apology.

“🛏️🌅✅!(After this, we should sleep it off, then!)” Taph said, agreeing.

The rounds of hell began, with short breaks in between. After hours of it, the survivors came back to their cabins for rest.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow. Let’s hope this… curse… is gone by the morning.” Guest said. Then she(?) walked to her room.

People talked, or ate, and after a while, most survivors were in their rooms. Elliot and Chance were the last to get to bed. Chance decided to stay with Elliot that night.

“Elliot. I know this might not be the time, but this is a great opportunity-” Chance started. Elliot pushed him into bed.

“Yes.”

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Elliot kissed Chance and a hand ventured under her(?) partner’s pants. She found a hole and two fingers went in.

Chance gasped and held Elliot’s hand. “Wait-”

Elliot paused his movement.

“Just- right here.” Chance whispered, moving Elliot’s hand up a bit so he was touching something a bit above the hole. Chance guided the pizza guy(?)’s hand in a circular motion.

“Is that better?” Elliot said, her other hand reaching up to touch Chance’s chest.

“Yes… perfect.” Chance moaned as Elliot moved faster. Elliot gasped as Chance touched her chest.

Elliot pulled Chance’s pants down, then moved lower.

“Oh God…” Chance groaned under his breath as Elliot started to eat her out….

Elliot rose, wiping her mouth. “Shh.. We don’t want anyone else to hear.”

“Mhm…” Chance covered her mouth and Elliot kept eating her. The delivery driver fingered her partner again.

Elliot sat up on Chance’s lap. Then she looked down.

“Wait… how…” She muttered.

“Hngh… how what?...Oh.” Chance laid back in disappointment. But Elliot wasn’t a quitter.

Elliot positioned herself between Chance’s legs so that their lower areas were touching. She then moved back and forth, slowly at first but getting a little faster over time.

“Oh… God..” Chance moaned. She gasped quietly, her head leaning back a bit. Chance closed her eyes and her breath sped up. Then the tension left her muscles.

The two laid next to each other after, cuddling as consciousness escaped them.

“Hey, Chance…” Elliot whispered.

“Hm?” The gambler blinked and looked over.

Elliot laid her head on Chance’s chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Chance mumbled back. She closed her eyes.

Then, the pair fell asleep.

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Hey dharr man fans

So I had basically no motivation for this fic... then I went on a cruise, so no wifi for my laptop. Oops. I do have a chapter that I'll put out eventually.

It involves Justin Bieber and the killers... but not as killers, it involves the killers between rounds!!!!!!!

So yeah. Get excited i guess, apologies for forgetting about this fic.... dont worry yall im not giving this one up like the last one!!!!!

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One curse gone, another curse gained.

Elliot wasn’t one to object to some music, but this was another level.

The cabin the killers lived in was blasting Justin Bieber for about, what, a month now? One specific song kept coming up: Beauty On A Beat.

Elliot and Shedletsky were the main victims, seeing as neither of the men were exactly big fans of Justin Bieber. But, of course, the rest of the survivors were just as annoyed by week two.

So, Guest 1337 and Builderman went to figure out the problem. Then Builderman teleported back with Guest following a minute or so after.

“They won't turn the music off unless we… make them pizza. And agree that Shedletsky is the worst person ever.” Guest said.

“...Right. I'll get to it.” Elliot went to cook the pizza, while Shedletsky sighed and sharpened his sword. Just in case.

~~~

(In the Killer's Camp)

1x1x1x1 groaned and rolled over before sitting up and searching for more cotton to plug his ears.

(Is this really worth it?) Jason signed.

“Yes, Jason! You MUST understand, I'm sure you've hated someone before.”

Jason shrugged.

“It’ll be over soon! Plus, C00lkidd likes it.” 1x replied.

“I guess it's okay…” C00lkidd said. He went back to playing on his iPad.

“Y-y-you need to l-leave!” Noli mimicked from that one meme that is SO not old guys this is *COMPLETELY still relevant.

1x4 grumbled “You guys don't get it. I hate it too, but I'm nothing but hate. You all will get used to it, and until I get that apology and pizza, I will try too.”

Jason laid back in his tent, staring at the ceiling. Noli tried to get some room next to John Doe, who tried to position himself to not lay on his infected arm while not touching Noli. C00lkidd was pushed to go to bed.

Which left 1x1x1x1.

1x tried to lay down, hitting his head on a rock and obliterating said rock.

“grrrr….. I hate it here…” 1x mumbled. But he went to sleep.

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“Do I HAVE to do it? Can't Guest bring it?”

Elliot was suiting up for sending pizza to the killers with Shedletsky. He frowned as if this was a slight inconvenience and not a threat to his life.

“I can go with you, if thats what you need.” Guest cracked his knuckles and stood. 007n7 sat him back down.

“No, if theres too many people, the killers might feel threatened. Theres only five of them.” 7n7 said.

“Right, of course, because I wouldn't want to make the people with weapons feel threatened, right?” Elliot mumbled. He grabbed the two pizza pies and gave one to Shedletsky. Both of them were wearing cardboard or pieces of wood stapled together.

The walk through the woods was… something. Elliot could swear something was watching from the wilderness, and the trail was faded enough for them to get lost every now and then.

Of course, nothing prepared them for…

“10,000,000 volts??? What the hell?????” Elliot stared at the warning sign on the glowing hot metal fence. Then he saw the entrance, which was a melted gap in the metal.

Shedletsky smiled.

“Well, I found our way in!”

Shed went to the entrance and got fried. Elliot decided to try and climb a tree.

He lifted himself upon a branch, grunting with the effort.

Great, now he was dangling over a fence that had 10,000,000 volts of electricity. With no plan for getting down.

“Shit.” Elliot mumbled. He climbed to the end, just to realize that he left the pizza on the floor when he had climbed up.

Elliot climbed back down, threw the pizza over the fence, and climbed back up.

“Okay… you can do this Elliot… you survived lunch rush at the pizza place…” El whispered. He jumped over the fence from the tree, trying not to land on his foot. He ended up fine and grabbed the pizza.

As Elliot got closer, he saw the outlines of tents in the darkness. One person was missing when he looked them over. 1x.

The most dangerous.

Elliot looked at the lake, seeing a person by the water.

The delivery guy walked closer, still holding the pizza boxes but forgetting he was.

“..Hey, I'm not interrupting, right?” El whispered, hoping not to startle 1x.

“DAMN YOU, BE LOST! …Oh. My pizza.”

Elliot had jumped from the yelling but he set the pizza down anyway.

“And? Where is my creator?” 1x said.

“Uhhhhh… he died on the way here.” Elliot said.

“Ah. Well, that doesn't matter. Whatever.”

Elliot nodded and backed away.

“Wait,” 1x said. “Could you… get me a coke? Maybe a side of fries? Thanks.”

Elliot sighed.

“Uhh… you are aware that I had to jump over an electric fence, right? Like… like I could've died.”

“And you still managed to get my pizza, so… I believe you can get me a coke. And a side of fries if you're generous.” Said 1x.

“Dude. I can't bring you coca cola, I don't even HAVE coca cola.”

1x groaned. “Im thirsty. Find a way to get me a coke and a side of fries, because I'm set on the fries now and I really want those.”

Elliot sighed. “It'll be shaken up from throwing it over the fence. Theres no other way for me to carry it.”

“Use a bag.” 1x1x1x1 grabbed a bag from beside him. “There. I want chili fries, WITH CHEESE. And actually, I want Dr Pepper.”

Elliot sighed and dragged himself back over the fence, using the same tree branch and hoping he wouldn't swing and hit the fence.

Elliot groaned quietly, seeing the empty fridge. Then he remembered the fridge wasn’t even on so storing food there was no use.

“Guys, I need to make chili fries and Dr Pepper. Any ideas?” Elliot looked to the other survivors.

Everyone shook their heads. Save for Noob. (underrated but sometimes the goat)

Noob pulled a room-temperature Bloxy-Cola out of his pocket (which he had.. somewhere??) and gave it to Elliot.

“Here,” Noob smiled a little. “Not Dr.Pepper, but… It’s still something.”

Elliot nodded. “Wait, I can just give 1x1x1x1 this! Shedletsky, let’s go back out there.”

So, Elliot and Shedletsky headed out. Bloxy in one hand, Shedletsky in the other.

The two walked the path, climbed the tree, blah blah blahhhh. 1x got his soda, Shedletsky was killed (not permanently but 1x1x1x1 was satisfied), and Elliot had gotten a job well done. All was well, for at least a bit, in that god forsaken realm.

Except this was over the next day, once C00lkidd had discovered his new favorite band was AJR… which now had to be played 24/7.

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The attacks on the pizzeria were getting out of hand.

It seemed it was every day that Elliot was serving pizza one minute and evacuating a burning building the next. It was draining. Elliot had enough.

So when the pair at fault, 007n7 and Noli came in, he knew what to do.

“If you don’t stop destroying the pizzeria, I’ll have to take action.” Elliot stood and looked at them, arms cross over his chest. The pair laughed.

“What are YOU gonna do, pizza boy?” 007n7 said, giggling.

“S3rv3 us?” said Noli.

Elliot smiled a little. That was exactly what he planned to do.

The pair were dragged to the back, not realizing just how little they weighed and just how much Elliot was able to carry.

The burger-wearing hacker was thrown on the floor, held down under Elliot’s shoe. The worker turned to Noli, pinning the other hacker to a wall. He choked Noli just light enough to not cause too much injury… but Noli was still unable to breath.

“Who do you pieces of shit think you are anyway?” Elliot pressed his foot down on 007n7’s chest, earning a groan of pain from the man below him.

“C@n’t- br3@th-” Noli coughed. Elliot tightened his grip.

Noli was only freed once he had lost consciousness. At least he had scratched Elliot, a lot, if that counted for self defense.

“Now you..” Elliot kneeled down, changing position so his knee pressed into 007n7’s chest. The hacker squirmed and pushed on Elliot’s thigh. The pizza worker took his hair out and used the hair tie as a makeshift pair of handcuffs. 007n7 began to panic as he realized he couldn’t hack his way out this time.

“Nghh- let me go… I-I’m sorry, I won’t do it again… please…” 007n7 had a whiny tone to his voice now. It pissed Elliot off even more.

Elliot held the hacker’s chin up. “Would you do anything for me to let you go?”

“Yes… anything! Please, I have-” Elliot silenced 7n7 with a hand over his mouth.

“Shut up.” He lowered his pants and only removed his hand from 007n7’s mouth when he planned to drop his dick on the other man’s lips.

007n7 licked it out of instinct.

The pizza delivery driver shuddered and shoved himself into 007n7’s mouth. The man below him let out a pathetic moan and rubbed whatever didn’t fit in his mouth.

Elliot stood up and took his hair tie back, pulling 007n7 up by his arm. The hacker quickly resumed his previous task, having Elliot grip his hair the whole time. 007n7 was sloppy but quick.

Noli rose after a few minutes, turning to see… that. He jumped up.

“WH@T TH3 H3LL?!?!”

Elliot pulled 7n7 off and punched Noli, still pulling up his pants. Noli was momentarily shocked but went to punch Elliot back… only to be blocked and thrown onto the ground.

“H3y- LET ME GO!” Noli squirmed under Elliot’s hold. Elliot grumbled.

“No. You won’t get away with this bullshit again.” Noli was pinned to the wall while 007n7 just watched.

“...Let him go… please.” 007n7 wiped drool from his mouth from earlier events………

“Hmm… will you guys leave if I do? And never come back again?” Elliot said

“Yes!” 007n7 said quickly, before Noli could say anything else.

Elliot nodded. “If I get arrested, I’ll find you.”

Noli and 007n7 were shoved out the back of the store.

Elliot would’ve gone back to work, but then he realized that he had never finished. He basically edged himself by accident.

Elliot sighed and headed to the pizzeria bathrooms. He opened a stall and grabbed toilet paper so he wasn’t sitting on a dirty public toilet. Or at least, he was about to, until he saw just how dirty that particular stall was and checked two others before finding one that was clean enough. He worked there, yes, but he wasn’t about to clean a toilet because other people forget to flush. No seriously, I hate public toilets for this reason. This is the author. Flush the fucking toilet you weirdos. No really, I don’t want to see a dirty toilet when I’m trying to take a piss IT’S FUCKING GROSS.

…Anyway, Elliot laid down the toilet paper so he wasn’t sitting on a public toilet and pulled his pants down. His dick and underwear(hehe) were still somewhat moist from 007n7. El reached down and rubbed himself quickly just to get it over with. He wasn’t a masochist and didn’t feel like feeling there but not there for a full three hours, so it was more out of one option being better than another than feeling horny.

Once finished, Elliot flushed the toilet and threw the toilet paper in the garbage (yet another pet peeve… use the garbage guys, it’s really annoying when public toilets don’t flush.). He went to wash his hands and head back out to work.

His manager stopped him for a moment.

“Elliot..” Manager said, “What were you doing in there?”

“Uhm.” Elliot began sweating bullets.

“...You know we have cameras in the pizzeria, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Everywhere BUT the bathrooms?”

“...Yes sir.”

“And you’re aware I watch the cameras at all times, yes?”

Elliot felt his heart stop “Yes… sir…”

“Elliot, your break is only 5 minutes. You were out of your place for 6 minutes.”

“Sorry boss.” Elliot’s heart began to beat again.

“Get to work.” Manager went back to his office and Elliot went back to the register. Passing his Manager’s room, he saw the man on archiveofourown.org reading Harry Potter fanfiction. Elliot let out a breath once he realized that his boss wasn’t actually paying any attention to his workers and Elliot could get away with a lot.

Elliot sighed and continued to punch in orders. He looked at his watch

“Two more hours… Then I can go home and sleep.” Elliot would’ve smiled if he didn’t realize how pathetic that is. Being excited about sleep… How exhausted could one be?