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Elliot was having a… semi-good day! It never really was a great day when here, but it was also never really that bad of a day! It was always “semi-good”! Which was okay. Although, he did miss the days in the pizzeria the most. Those were his calm days where he was able to do what he could, what he loved best!
But now that he was trapped here, forced just to make cheese pizzas instead of his favorite (sausage pizzas), it felt dull. Doing the same thing again and again… but he did that at his work! The same thing again and again! But.. At least there was some variety.
Whatever, he was walking to the main cabin when something caught his eye,
A cabin was missing.
It was weird, but maybe it was just The Spectre doing something weird again, tormenting one of them. And if Elliot had to guess… it seemed like 007n7’s cabin..? Awh, hasn’t the guy gone through enough? Sure, Elliot has treated him… harsher than he should, but he’s realized now what to say and do! Not to be too rude to him.. The guy has gone through a lot, and his eyes just seem vacant most of the time, like he’s always in thought.
Anyways, walking into the main cabin, he saw everyone there, doing their normal things. Builderman, Shedletsky, Taph and Dusekkar were talking about something, Chance was talking to Noob, flipping their coin whilst talking about some crazy (and probably made-up) story. Veeronica was sitting next to Jane Doe (which was surprising seeing her here, she usually is down in her little bunker), Guest 1337 was standing alone, looking around at the others, biting the inside of his cheek like something was wrong. And Two Time was just… sitting there, staring at the fireplace.
Everyone was there except 007n7.
“Hey, Elli!” Chance called, that smirk on his face, “Come over hea’ why don’cha?”
“Uh, okay!” Elliot obliged, taking his seat right next to Chance. They continued chatting about something… crazy(? Elliot isn’t really paying attention) and again, flipping his coin. Muffled chatter was all around Elliot as his head spun and spun, where was 007n7? He was usually here, but he’s not. That can’t mean something bad, right? No, no, Elliot’s just overthinking probably! That must be the case!
“—and then ‘Trappy was like, ‘Chance, ya can’t do that to yaself! You’ll lose everythin’!’ But I didn’t listn’. I bet allll my money on black! And ya wanna know sumthin’?”
“W - What..?” Noob stammered out, their fingers bleeding slightly from their skin-picking.
“I WON!” Chance said, maybe a bit too loud. Shedletsky turned around,
“Are you telling that story again?! Dude, you’ve told it like, a bazillion kaJILLION times already!” Shedletsky complained, sticking his tongue out at Chance.
“Ay, it’s a good story! Shows how good I am at what I do!” They pulled out their flintlock, twirling it around before aiming it at Shed, “I’m also good at—”
Builderman cut in, “Enough, ya dang screwballs.” The two shut up, “I gotta question for y’all. Now will ya listen?”
Elliot nodded the most, even though he wasn’t really that involved in the conversation, “Have any of y’all seen 007n7?” Builderman spoke out.
Elliot jumped up, “I haven’t!” He exclaimed, maybe a bit too loud. “S - Sorry, I thought I was the only one who noticed it… I - I walked out of my cabin and I didn’t see his cabin. I just thought The Spectre wanted to be even meaner to him. But, uh, I didn’t see him outside.”
“Hm. Well, maybe we ca—”
Pop!
Work at a Pizza Place. UGH. Elliot hated this place. Not that he hates his job! He misses it dearly! The low bass started to play as he walked around the place, getting onto a generator and sighing deeply. This place always held bad memories for him, of the fires, of everything, of 007n7.
Eventually, the generator was done and Elliot decided to head out of the main building, catching something in the corner of his eye, it looked… black and red.
No.
No, it can’t be.
A laugh resonated throughout the map, and it sounded like 007n7.
No.
“Ohhh, hi Elliot!~” Sang the voice, spider-like legs crushed the ground below them as a body dangled in front of him. A burger hat with a covered up spider-noob (covered specifically with c00lgui), and most importantly the face. It was 007n7’s, but his eyes were covered by the c00lgui, instead showing faux white little emoticon eyes.
“007n7?— Wha—”
“Do you like me better? Am I c00ler to you?” A bitter laugh echoed throughout the place, “Oh well, it won’t matter! You’d still hate me either way! So I might as well get this over with and,” PLUNGE! A wet noise was heard and Elliot was now pinned to the ground with one of 007n7’s new legs plunging through his body. He looked down as he felt himself slipping away slowly. “Do this! HAHAHA!” He laughed loud, but tumbled forward as the appendage was pulled out of Elliot. “EUGH!— You— You RAT!” 007n7 had never been like this, at least while he was here. He was… different, nicer, and… well, Elliot couldn’t lie about his not-so-secret crush on him.
“What the HELL?” It was Chance’s voice, blowing off the gunpowder on his flintlock. “‘Seven, why’re ya acting like this?”
007n7 snapped over to Chance, “Oh, so you care now?” A bitter laugh from 007n7, it held no joy. “Where was that during rounds, where was that out of rounds? Where was that— AT ANY TIME YOU PEOPLE WERE NEAR ME? NOW YOU DECIDE TO CARE?”
“I - well—”
Elliot felt everything fading.
007n7… he was… a killer now? What..? When did this happen? Could Elliot have been the reason for th—
“AUGH—!” Another stab in him, he groaned loudly.
And everything went black.