I'm. Um. Kind of confused if your req status is opened or closed, but if its open I'd like to request a elliot and child!reader fic! (PLATONIC.) So, for context first, reader is transported to forsaken and is in the process of getting chased by some killer while injured but elliot throws a pizza to them, and saves them ^_^ now reader just sticks around elliot. He's currently making more pizza and reader wants to help! Have a nice rest of your day, don't forget to drink water!! ( ＾ω＾ )
an: hiii I got u gang dw. also yes everyone I’m working on everything I said I would. I exited tumblr for too long and had to rewrite this part and the info 💔💔
also u have a good day as well twin ❤️
anyways onto the info then the fic
Elliot and reader (PLATONIC)
uhhh idk what this is called (info): shy-ish reader (they become bubbly when they trust people, I might have made reader slightly autistic (I am autistic and planned to make reader it so if they come off autistic (which I don’t really think they do) that’s why), reader is a young kid (like 6/7 to at most 12 ish), light angst in some parts (mostly reader missing their family), reader has an older sibling as well as a younger one
tw: the words ‘bruised’ and ‘bloody’ are used
I made Elliot blonde bc well, I think he’s likely not bald as he’s young (not hating on bald people I js don’t wanna write him bald)
not proof read
characters: elliot and some other forsaken survivors are mentioned, not by name, C00lkidd is mentioned, not by name
You run the quickest you possibly can, bruised and bloody, not daring to entertain the thought of looking back.
Your tear filled eyes roam around, looking for someone, anyone who can help you get away from this nightmarish red monster thing.
When you spot a blonde haired guy who looks like a pizza worker at your local restaurant you and your family used to go to.
He looks over at you, face pale with what you assume is shock as he throws a perfectly timed pizza at you and mouths at you to eat it.
You quickly do as he’s told you and you begin to feel rejuvenated, it doesn’t last for long but it’s enough for some guy with a sword like the ones you and your brother used to see in cartoons to shove you out of harm’s way.
You scrape your knees and the pizza man rushes to your side, grabbing onto your arm and running.
He tucks you into a corner before really getting a good actual look at you.
He has a sister but he doesn’t often talk to kids, other than when parents bring their kids up to the pizzeria to teach them to get over their fears around ordering food. But that’s different, that was something normal back at home and this is anything but normal. What do you say to a kid that is going through the exact same horrifying thing you are when you can’t offer any explanation?
He kneels down to your level. “Hey, what’s your name?” He gently asks, trying to keep his voice stable so you don’t panic further.
You pause, your parents always told you to not talk to strangers but they aren’t here. What if he can help? You fight the fear forming in your head and speak up, “..Y/n.” You softly state.
“Y/n..” he says, “okay, Y/n, I’m Elliot and we are going to stay and hide here, okay? Just for a little bit, that red guy just wants to play hide and seek.”
You nod, wiping your nose with your arm, “okay.” “And then I can go home, right, Elliot?”
You spot the hesitation in his eyes before a blue haired man a bit like your father calls him over, “yeah, I’ll be back in a second. Stay here.” He runs off to the blue guy’s aid.
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You hide in that corner for what feels like hours hiding from the red guy, you hear him giggling a couple times, cheering that he found people before you are transported into a cabin.
You look around, not recognising anyone except for the pizza guy Elliot and the guy that had the sword.
You immediately walk up to him, “where are we? I wanna go home.” You say, glancing around cautiously.
“It’s okay, we won’t be here long, this is just a game, like those ones where there’s two teams and you have to help your team win, we won’t stay long, I promise.”
“My mom said promises can be broken. Do you promise you won’t break it?”
He nods, “I’ll try my best.”
“In this game do you die?”
Oh, that’s tough. “..you do but it’s a game so you always come back, I can help you if you’re going to die, okay? Come find me.”
Now, it’s your turn to nod as you soak up every bit of information the guy tells you.
(I got carried away mb, this part is the actual like they make pizza guys)
Months had past since your arrival to the place and you and Elliot had become close; to the point you see him as a sort of big brother to you.
You watch as Elliot adds toppings to the pizza, his gaze focused before your high pitched voice speaks up.
“Can I help?” You ask.
He pauses in his actions for a second before handing you some pepperoni, “go for it, just don’t put too much, okay?” You mumble an okay and place the pepperoni around.
“Is that good?” You wait for his approval which comes in the form of a nod. "Can I help put it in the oven?"
He cringes slightly at the thought of a young kid with no sense of danger going near an oven, "no..you can watch me though."
