Pizzatime - Elliot x Twotime (request) mentions of $h THE NOTES AND CREDITS IS CONTINUED AFTER YOU READ THE PART UNDERNEATH THIS MESSAGE. IT WOULDN'T FIT. Elliot pov: (will stay as Elliot) …I’m Elliot. I’ve been stuck in this hell for a long time now. I don’t know how I got here. I just remember what happened before. I used to work at a pizza place called Builder Brothers Pizza. …And I loved what I did. Even though my family grew up fairly rich, I didn’t want to rely on their money. I wanted to earn my future. Not have it paid for me. One night, after the last customer left and my shift was over, I started cleaning up the place so I could set up for my sister’s birthday party. I was alone. It was quiet, and I liked it that way. But a couple minutes later, I started smelling smoke, and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I knew that the longer it took for me to find what I assumed was fire, the faster it would spread. I already had a guess as to who it was. 007n7 and C00lkidd. But…when I found the fire, it was worse than I could have imagined. The fire was not only spreading, but it had destroyed so many belongings already. The backside of the pizza place, too. I was too late. I was devastated. But I couldn’t stay any longer, or I’d have gotten trapped in there. Taking one last look at the still burning building, I grabbed the keys to my scooter from the counter and dashed outside. I didn’t look back. I just knew I needed to get as far away as possible. Calling emergency services didn’t even cross my mind. I hopped on my scooter and started it, racing away from the scene. It was dark and I couldn’t see much, and my headlights gave off very little light, but I figured I could make-do with it. I took my phone from my pocket and attempted to call my father…but I realized I wasn’t looking at where I was going. A truck was heading towards me, and I panicked, swerving to the right, just narrowly avoiding getting hit. I went off the road, again just barely avoiding things like trees and houses. I sighed, finally thinking I was safe. But not being able to see well because of my headlights came with its disadvantages, obviously. Before I knew it, I felt myself flying through the air. *What the hell’s happening?* I felt cold water submerge me. Realization finally hit me. I had crashed into the ocean. Leaving my scooter to sink, I felt the water weighting me down as I tried to swim back to the top. Saltwater stung my eyes, and I gasped in alarm, coughing, water filling my lungs. My attempts to swim back to the top to take a breath of air were proved futile. I felt my limbs getting more tired, fatigue finally starting to set in. I closed my eyes. No one was coming to save me. In fact, no one even knew I was here. I felt myself sinking deeper into the ocean, and that’s all I remember. I never got to say goodbye. …To anybody. And that’s how I’m here now. I don’t know if I died before I got here, or if I didn’t die at all. I mean, not that it matters. Nothing could’ve changed what happened. … There are others here with me, helping me survive every round. We attempt to support each other while a killer is at our heels. I’m not too close to any of them, but I’ve taken a liking to Twotime. Though they are a little…manic. I’m not sure what happened to them before they came here, as they won’t tell anybody. But I’ve noticed some connection with them and a killer named Azure. There aren’t any puzzle pieces I’ve been able to put together besides that, but I’m hoping to find something I can connect to them. I try to repair my scooter in my free time. Even though it sank when I drowned, somehow it ended up here, with me. But unfortunately for me, it’s broken. I was thinking about asking Builderman for some help, since I thought he might have some experience with things like cars and stuff alike, but I just can’t seem to work up the courage. I don’t know why. Sometimes I just sit in my cabin, thinking about things. For now, it doesn’t look like escape from here is possible. But I’m still holding on to the sliver of hope that someday, just maybe, I’d find an escape. I want the others to as well. But if we’re all dead already and we found a way to get out of here, what use would it be? Where would we even go, if not here? I shook my head. If I was here now, there would be no reason to think about later. After a while of staring up at my ceiling, I hear a knock on my door. When I opened it, Twotime stood there, frowning. To be honest, Twotime was the last person I expected to be at the door, but I didn’t mind. There were…worse people that could’ve knocked, I tell myself, thinking of a certain someone. “Twotime? What brings you here?” They look like they’re on the verge of crying, and their hands are trembling as they show me. I gasp. Their hands are covered in bleeding cuts. “...what caused this?” I ask.
CONTINUED FROM OTHER PART They look away. “...” I sigh, shaking my head. “Here, come in. I’ll grab some bandages and I’ll get you fixed up.” As I go to get the bandages, which were in a first aid kit, from on top of my dresser, Twotime sits in a chair near my bed. “Hey, Twotime?” They look towards me. “Yes?” “You can sit on top of my bed, if that’s more comfortable.” They smile weakly, saying nothing as they move towards my bed. I turn back around focusing my attention on getting the correct things from the medkit. “Bandages, of course…wait…maybe gauze would work better…? Ack-” Finally deciding on what I thought would work best, I walk over to Twotime, who is sitting on my bed, looking…a little out of it. “Twotime. I’ve gotten the stuff.” Their attention snaps back to me. Just like previously, they said nothing. I didn’t expect them to, but it was strange to me. They were usually somewhat talkative. Of course, the only thing they ever *did* talk about was the Spawn, which…nobody seemed to care about…, but it was worrisome to me. “Can I see your hand?” I kneel down, putting the stuff I got from the medkit beside me. They hold out both hands for me to examine. Multiple scars on each hand, some had only recently stopped bleeding, by the looks of it. I think for a moment. “Hmm…come to my sink really quick. It’d be best to wash your hands thoroughly before I put anything on them.” “Oh, yes. Of course.” I point to the closed door next to them. “It’s over there.” As they go to wash their hands, my eyes follow them. Before washing their hands, they stare at themselves in the mirror for a long time. I stand up, walking over to them. “Twotime. What’re you doing?” I ask. “...just…looking at myself. That’s it.” They quickly grabbed the soap by the sink and started washing their hands. I could hear them sucking the air in through their teeth as though they were in pain. I shook my head. Of course they were… But it hurt more than I thought it would to see them in so much pain. I hovered my hand over their arm, in case they didn’t want to be touched. “That’s alright, you’ve washed them enough.” Truthfully, it had only been a couple of seconds, but I didn’t want to see them suffer unnecessarily. Besides, surely it was fine. It wouldn’t matter much. Walking out of the bathroom, I sat on the bed, waiting for Twotime to finish drying their hands. Moments later they walked out and sat down beside me. I grabbed my stuff off the floor and put it down in the middle of me and Twotime. They hold out their hands in front of me and I grab one of them gently, holding it up while grabbing the gauze. Because the wound wasn’t too deep and just simply needed time to heal, I figured just gauze would be fine if I wrapped it around the entire hand. Slowly, I begin to wrap the gauze around their hand, making sure I didn’t somehow hurt them. This was a simple, though slow, process, and a couple minutes later I finished putting it on both hands. “There!” I sit back, letting Twotime see how it feels. “Does that feel alright? Not too tight on your hands?” They nod. “...it feels just fine. Thank you, Elliot.” I breathe a sigh of relief, glad that I didn’t have to redo it, but also glad that it’s all bandaged up now. Still sitting down, I suddenly felt a weight on me, and looked down. Twotime was lying on me. They looked peaceful, so I chose not to disturb them. It had been a long night, for both me and them. Now that I thought about it, they kind of reminded me of a cat in a way. I sat there for a long time with them, staring at nothing while they slept. Or, at least, I assumed they were sleeping. I didn’t mind if they weren’t, though. I smiled. It had felt like a long time since I’d been at this much peace. The stress of every round and the billions of other problems weighing on me have been too much to carry alone. And I'm willing to admit that. But I'm hoping that maybe, just maybe, I can get out of here. All of us. If I’m going to get out of here, it’s going to be with everybody. Later Twotime woke up, not seeming to recognize their surroundings. “Don’t worry, Twotime. It’s just me. There isn’t anybody else. You’re in my cabin right now.” They stared blankly at me until it finally clicked. “Ah…I apologize, Elliot. I did not mean to fall asleep. I was just tired…” I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. I don’t mind.” They smiled weakly, but I could see it was genuine. I grab both of their hands gently. “Listen, Twotime. I don’t know what’s going on. But I just wanted to let you know that I care for you. I’m always here for you if you need anything. If you need support, if you need healing, if you need bandages or…just…anything. Please know I’m here.” “...” “I love you, Twotime.” I could barely make out their face through the dimness of the light in the room, but I could see their eyes light up. They wrapped their arms around me. “I love you too, Elliot.” And they all lived happily ever after ,,,,,, yay! (art is not mine)
