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Elliot stumbled out of his room. He wasn't doing great but he could've sworn..
Whatever it was it gave him a bad bad feeling. He gathered his strength to run to Shedletsky's room, something felt off something felt so off.
He didn't even knock, instead opening the door and nearly falling into the room.
"Shed?" He called, his voice gentle and full of concern.
- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot
[!!! GORE AHEAD !!!]
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(I'm bored so here lololol um sorry if anything is incoherent I just woke from my slumber.)
Elliot had walked up the stairs in the cabin, he was originally going to go to his room to sit but he thought he should return Chances jacket before doing so. He still had it. They still had no over shirt, it was still blood stained and the bandages were not gone yet. They were still healing, besides the point though.
They walked past their room, knocking on Chances door as soon as they made it there.
"Hey uh, I have your jacket if you'd like it back?" Elliot said, his voice was as soft as ever. Someone like him didn't deserve to be here, not with how much he cared for everyone, not with how kind he is.
- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot
-> There was no response from the gambler inside of the room. Which was... Very odd, very odd indeed! Chance normally always answered the door when someone knocked. Was he in his room? -> There was nothing but silence if one tried to listen in through the door or anything. Chance wasn't the silent type EITHER, which made the situation even a little more concerning.
" 007n7 can you PLEASE leave the pizzeria alone for ONE DAY. Dued1 keeps yelling at me for letting you and your dumbass alt account get away with this please just leave the pizzeria alone. "
— @ask-elliotanddued1
" You realize by asking me this, it simply makes me want to NOT leave the pizzeria alone, 10x time more, so expect a visit soon Pizza boy. " [ Seven said before using the GUI to teleport to the pizzaria to do exactly what he was asked not to do ]
Faint footsteps could be heard followed by a voice. It sounded frantic and familiar. Elliot. Why him, him of all people? Why does he have to care so much?
"Seven.. Seven where are you? "
He shouldn't even be out here alone. It must've been impulsive, he always runs out in search of people impulsively. You can't even count how many times he's done this for any one of the others.
There was a worried tone to their voice, like they genuinely cared where their teammate was. Elliot adjusts their ponytail and continues running around the area. They didn't check the mansion yet, to be completely honest it freaked them out so they were saving it for last.
— @local-pizza-delivery.
-> Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Why Elliot? Why him? Why HIM, HIM, of all people? Seven didn't need this right, but there was no way of avoiding it, was there? "Elliot-" -> Fuck, he's so fucked. He got up quickly and started cleaning off his arm the best he could. Thank the stars and the heavens and whatever else that anonymous person had given him something. "I'm fine, Elliot- I'm here!"
-> Bonk! A bloxy cola can gently bonked against the gambler's head from somewhere above. What the hell-? - @pizza-party-support
He let out a surprised noise as the can bounced off of him and rolled onto the ground. Thankfully his tophat had shielded him from some of the landing impact, but he was still annoyed nonetheless.
“Who dares to-?!”
He fixed his hat back into place, his eyes darting around for the culprit. He swore, if it was that Noob kid…
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It gurgled, it was looking for someone. The gurgling didn't sound right.. something was wrong. Someone or something was out there, outside the glass houses. Wandering maybe.
It walked around quietly, it's free hand lifting the magma covering its burnt face so it could possibly see with both eyes. It didn't help, he was blind in that one.
- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot . (Answer this whenever, just thought I'd drop him by /silly. Like genuinely take ur time with it if you've got other stuff goin on)
"Little rabbit..." -> A familiar voice rang out, an absolutely massive shadow falling over the poor melty support survivor. The scent of fancy, old-fashioned cologne filling the air. "Look at what this place has done to my baby..."
The sound of sizzling grass filled the surrounding area. Each step it took made the earth beneath its feet burn, leaving a trail of ashes. It gurgled, coughing up something that would merge back with its substance.
There was a soft glow outside the little cabin you called home, must be him. He stopped at the doorstep, not daring to step inside in fear of burning the place to the ground.
It had given up its search long ago, now it just wanted to rest. So it came here, maybe.. maybe his friend would hold him and comfort him.
"ccchhaaannceee?" It called, it's voice barely recognizable. It never called the other pawn, never knew them as that. Never even knew that's what he went by.. if he did he certainly didn't remember because he's lacking in the brain department and the arm department and the leg department and the eye depa- he's missing a lot okay?
- @yourlocalpizzaguyelliot
(looking back and forth, answer this whenever, jumping jumping)
[*He jumps slightly at the voice, someone who actually knows his name... drawing back the curtains with one malformed claw hand. His entire body went cold, what. The hell. Happened while they were gone. Slowly he opened the door*]
"Ell- is that- oh gee."
[*He feels like hes gonna faint.. Covering their mouth slightly.*]
"M-Mister Builderman...?" - @pizza-party-support
"Hmm? What's up, kiddo?"
He looks up from where he's knelt on the ground, hammer clenched tightly in his hand.
