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The walls of flame surrounded Elliot, the glow of the fire a fearsome threat. Before he could attempt to escape the burning building a part of the roof collapsed on him. The force sends a beam straight through his stomach. You could hear his ribcage crunch, the pain was unbearable. You could hear his screams from outside the building. Unfortunately for Elliot, the fire approached him. The flesh began melting off his bones. The stench of the mix of blood and melting flesh made his untimely death that much more terrible. The smoke began to fill his lungs. As he coughed his vision blurred before going black.
When Elliot awoke he was laying on a couch of what looks to be a cabin. He could still feel the burns all over his body, everything hurt. He was somewhat bandaged up, but all the dressings were put on half-hazardly, whoever put these on had no idea what they were doing. Attempting to sit up just caused more pain. Everything he does hurts-even breathing due to the ash that had suffocated him. He had died had he not? How was he here? And why here? Elliot has no recollection of this place, so why would he be brought here? Shouldn’t he be in a hospital? Luckily for him someone entered the room. Elliot’s vision was blurry still so he could only make out a black and grey figure. “Hello?”, he croaked out, his voice only barely audible.
The figure walked over to him and sat down on the arm rest of the couch. “Glad to see you’re awake Elliot”, he remembers the voice from somewhere but he can’t place it right now. The figure seems disappointed in his lack of response. “Can’t even give me a response? Didn’t realize your injuries were that bad…”, his voice trails off as someone else enters the room.
“How is the pizza worker fairing?”, the new figure has blue hair and a green outfit from what Elliot could tell.
“He woke up but he seems mostly unresponsive, I tried talking to him but all I got was a hello”.
“Better than the past few days”, at the mention of him being here for a few days Elliot attempts to talk.
“How-”, he begins to cough violently. Both figures rush over to his side, but there is nothing they can do to help him. Exhaustion starts to take over and he passes out.
Elliot awakes again, still suffering due to his injuries. A new figure is sitting close by, this one was mostly grey with something orange sitting upon their head. Elliot attempts to sit up. It hurts so bad but he manages. The figure notices him sitting up, “You shouldn’d be doing tha’t”, he had a thick southern accent.
“I want-”, his voice was still very horse, “-water”.
“I can ge’d some wa’der”, he got up and headed out of the cabin. Elliot wanted to leave, he didn’t like it here. Laying on some random people's couch just didn’t sit well with him. Someone entered the cabin, it wasn't the person who left earlier.
“I got the water you asked for Elliot”, it was the person from when he first awoke in the cabin, it was the person who had the voice he recognized. They hand Elliot the water, the sensation of the cold water against his charred flesh makes him wince. The water at least made him feel somewhat better. “You probably have a lot of questions don’t you?”, Elliot nods in response.
“Who are you?”, his voice is much clearer than last time.
He pauses for a moment like he wasn’t expecting the question. “I’m chance”, Chance he remembered now. Chance used to come into the pizza place quite a lot before his disappearance… his disappearance. Where was he? How was he here with a missing person? Is he missing too? After he passed out in the fire did someone bring him here? And if they did, why? All he got from that was more confusion. At least it makes sense why Chance would know his name. “Is there anything else you want to know?”.
“Yeah um, how did I get here?”.
“Oh I don’t know everyone here just woke up here one day, and before you ask we can’t leave either we’re all stuck here”. Stuck? That made this whole situation worse. He was already in so much pain and he couldn’t even go home?
Chance smilingly noticing his distress puts a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry! It’s not that bad here, we have a DDR machine”, he sounded unsure about this place being not that bad.
“What are you not telling me?”Elliot demanded.
With a sigh he responds, “Are you sure you want to know?”.
“Yeah I think I would like to know”.
“We’re in hell…”, not the answer he was expecting… or that he wanted. Elliot had no idea how to respond to that, how would anyone know how to respond to that? So instead he just sat there. “Can you see?”, the question came out of nowhere.
“How can you tell?”.
“You weren't able to recognize me when you first saw me”, midway though what he was saying he realized how weird he sounded, “Not just assuming that you would know who I am! It’s just before we ended up here you recognized me a ton at your work, ya know?”.
Elliot nods, “I just don’t have my contacts so I can’t really see anything”.
Chance seems excited as he runs off into another room of the cabin. When he returns he’s holding something, “Are these your contacts?”. Picking up the item he holds them to his face, they were in fact his contacts.
“Where did you get these?”, he hadn’t had his contacts on him when he went to work, had he?
“They sort of just appeared, a lot of things do that here”. Putting them on he could see so much more clearly, he could see all the damages the fire did to him. He had felt the pain but now he could see the burns all over his arms. He could only imagine what the rest of his body looked like. Even just thinking about it makes him feel sick. His flesh was red, and the skin above it was peeling off. Elliot couldn’t look any longer. He thanks Chance before laying back down to drift off to sleep.
Elliot awakes again this time to a lot more people in the cabin, a blue haired man in an army outfit, a man wearing a construction helmet and a grey hoodie with blue jeans, a noob, a brown haired guy wearing a shirt that says: blame john, and Chance. As he sits up everyone turns to look at him. Chance walks over and sits beside him. “How are you doing?”, Chance asks him.
“I’m doing alright”, that was a lie he couldn’t get the image of his garish arms out of his head. And he was still in so much pain. “I’m kinda hungry, do you have any food?”.
“Yeah, I can get you something”, Chance leaves to go get him some food, and Elliot is left with people he doesn’t know.
The blue haired one approaches him and starts to introduce himself, “My name is guest 1337”, it only now occurs to Elliot that this is the guest 1337. Guest shakes Elliot’s hand before sitting back down. No one else seemed interested in talking; they all were really tired for whatever reason. At that moment Chance returned with a microwavable meal that looked overcooked and undercooked at the same time, Elliot had no idea how they managed that. He thanked Chance for the meal, he was grateful that he at least had something to eat. When was the last time he had eaten? It must have been a while ago, he has been in and out of consciousness for the…past week? He truly had no idea. After finishing his meal the clock chimed, however it was not noon, soon after Elliot was teleported to his work place? Everything was wrong though, walls were destroyed, things were on fire, and that stupid child had his face plastered on almost every wall. Walking around looking at the place he runs into the noob from earlier.
They seemed shocked seeing him here, “O-oh no, umm”, they were trying to say something, but failing miserably. Elliot heard music approaching in the distance at the sound of it the noob grabbed his wrist and started running. When the music died down only then did they stop running. “S-sorry, about that, umm if you-you hear the music th-that's bad, and y-you should run”. They were scared of whatever was playing that music.
“I’m sorry, but I still have no idea what's going on”.
“Ah yeah, umm we are in a death game…”, the noob says with a nervous tone. A death game, Elliot was trapped in hell playing a death game. What had he done to deserve this? He let the noob continue talking, “And we have to try and survive the killers, who um…try’ n ‘kill us”.
“Thanks for the infor-”, he was cut off by a knife being plunged through his stomach. The noob whispered i’m sorry before running off to save his own ass. The ‘killer’ pulled the knife out and kicked him to the ground. He doesn’t have the energy to get off the ground. Looking at the thing made his stomach churn. It was a guy completely on fire, he plunged his hand into the hole in Elliot’s chest. After a second of struggle he pulled out his heart. Elliot faded away before being subject to more torture.
He awoke back in the cabin, the hole in his chest had healed like it was never even there. Elliot collapsed to the floor in shock. This was going to be his life now. Trapped in hell to be endlessly tortured, he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Chance. “Are you okay?”, his tone, genuine.
Elliot’s voice was shaky as he spoke, “I-it’s just a lot right now…”, he still hadn’t recovered fully from his burns and now he had experienced the torture he would face for… probably the rest of his life.
“Don’t worry I’m here for you, and so is everyone else, you’re not alone in this”. Elliot began to calm down at his words, sure it is terrible down here, but at the minimum at least he wasn’t alone.