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Pizzadebt (But only if you squint real hard) by HallowedNepenthes
Fandoms: Forsaken (Roblox)
24 Dec 2025
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Elliot considered himself to have lived a pretty ordinary, if not a bit hectic life. So, imagine his surprise when he found himself in purgatory, limbo- whichever name fits a death game as endless as this. Albeit, not a game he played alone. Among a colorful cast such as ex-exploiter (and what an alliteration that was) 007n7 or the Robloxian war hero Guest1337, the only question he's really been able to ask through the whole ordeal was this:
What in the hell was a pizza man doing here?
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Just an attempt at figuring out the mind of one overworked yet dedicated pizza man, as he navigates his new reality of being Forsakened. And, among other things, the mind of one of the saner killers present; Mafioso.
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yuhdfcx,m ................. feed me more...
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Mafioso didn’t pay for pizza
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Ch5
Pizzadebt (But only if you squint real hard)
HallowedNepenthes
Summary:
Elliot considered himself to have lived a pretty ordinary, if not a bit hectic life. So, imagine his surprise when he found himself in purgatory, limbo- whichever name fits a death game as endless as this. Albeit, not a game he played alone. Among a colorful cast such as ex-exploiter (and what an alliteration that was) 007n7 or the Robloxian war hero Guest1337, the only question he's really been able to ask through the whole ordeal was this: What in the hell was a pizza man doing here? Or Just an attempt at figuring out the mind of one overworked yet dedicated pizza man, as he navigates his new reality of being Forsakened. And, among other things, the mind of one of the saner killers present; Mafioso.
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And Elliot— well, Elliot was still getting chased. To be fair, if it helped, in an attempt to maintain the good Builder family cheer; It was some DAMN good chase music. Only the classiest of bands for the most terrifying six feet of pure Italian menace he’s ever seen.
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The Mafioso finally approached and, instead of running, Elliot… Elliot threw a fucking pizza. Why. Why did he do that. - surprised his pizza throw even managed to land somewhere near the Mafioso’s now stilled feet. Ambidexterity for the win— though, it was for the pay raise back when he had a job. Back when he was a pizza man and not a useless healer in this god Forsaken place. -. Elliot, despite everything, managed to eke out a professional customer service smile. And, right before he passed out, he swore he saw Mafioso’s lips quirk into something similar, something… intrigued.
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Mafioso had one simple job, really. Collecting debth. Studs were everything in the Dreamsphere, and while having none is a problem on its own, having negative is,
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Mafioso being a rather feared figure. That much, at the very least, seemed to have stayed the same here… wherever ‘here’ was. To be frank; he disliked these matches. -
His dislike was only doubled when he had caught sight of the Boss being one amongst the many so called survivors scurrying around whatever stage he were to slaughter them in. Ironic comfort it was, to later discover with her that these were merely dreams. Through this, did he (barely) manage to settle a standard for himself. Yes, his task as Eunoia’s right hand was simple, and in pursuing it did he become acquainted with murder, violence, and threats. So, even if no studs were gained nor debth collected, he would remain to entertain whatever entity desired his “hired” help. - “I gotta buy me and the folks some pizza after this,” He muttered,
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In a different setting, he would’ve almost admired the sheer tenacity his target had ran with. Though, in a different setting, he’d much have rather have asked for one of the pizzas he had seen being thrown around to the earlier targets he had made quick work of. - Mafioso pulled out a bunny from his fedora and— “You’re mine!” —let it fly. It… missed. He wouldn’t name why he didn’t feel irritated like he did in the rare examples of him failing to collect a debth. But, whatever it was, it did not stop him from turning the corner. The chase would end soon, the dream would end soon, and Mafioso would soon be back to debth collecting. Back to comfortable simplicity.
- It seemed rather obvious now. Or, rather, it seemed he’d stopped ignoring it. The survivor in front of him was a pizza man. He didn’t tend to care about who his targets were, even less something as insignificant as their jobs. -
He expected something like fear. Maybe even begging. Not a pizza. Certainly not a shaky, but well practiced smile. Even as he bled out, battered and bruised. How complicated. He read the nametag-'Eliot'it was professional after all
Matches with Mafioso hadn’t changed after that. They stayed the same. Short, terrifying, and… Few. Interspersed between the other killers, like Jokers hidden in a full deck. Elliot paused in connecting wires, before shaking his head in dismay. Chance was rubbing off on him too much.
- Did all men in fedoras and a fondness for bunnies have a knack in reading people, or did Elliot just happen to be a painfully open book? Knowing the two people in question, he hoped it was the former.
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Mafioso really did just order. No fuss, no... mentions of their previous interaction. Elliot couldn’t help but feel a small bit of wonder at imagining this scene from an outsider's perspective. It was almost… uncomfortably domestic to see a literal mafia man ordering some pizza for his goons. Like the two of them were just customer and server. He shook his head— he of all people should know that wasn’t the case.. -
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chapter 5+
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ch6-