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         The sunset rays peeking through the hallway windows creates a warm kind of gentleness, especially with the silence paired with the sound of his own steps. 

        It was Friday at the season of Summer. Maybe he should watch a movie with Mia tonight; maybe a horror movie, but his dad wouldn't allow them, and Elliot also couldn't handle those. Maybe an action movie? It'll be too loud to watch at night though. Maybe a romance movie, The ones that are filled with clichés that would often leave Mia and Elliot debating whether the second male lead was better than the main lead?

      He chuckled. 

        Yes, maybe that one. Those movies usually introduce the main lead to the heroine by making them meet randomly then seeing each other again later, or making them fight first meeting, or suddenly bumping into each other out of the bl–

!Bonk! 

"Ow!.." 

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Sorry I wasn't looking where I was going–"

          Elliot and the person he bumped into locked gazes, eyes glistening with something unfamiliar.. 

"No... It's fine, I wasn't looking either..." 

That person said shyly. 

       Then Elliot snapped out of the daze, slowly steadying himself as he stood up. Reaching out a hand, he smiled gently as he offered it to this person to help him stand up. 

"Then we're both at fault then!"

He joked, which actually got him a small chuckle from this person. 

     As this person stood up, Elliot noticed their blonde hair, similar to Elliot's, is also long, tied without any effort. Their eyes, chocolate brown ones, with eye bags under; skin paler than Elliot's yellow skin. And their clothes also didn't match the temperature, they were covered all over, yellow long sleeves with a red sleeveless shirt over, paired with green pants. They should probably be sweating all over. 

"Well... I'm Elliot by the way." 

He introduced with a beaming smile. 

"I know..." 

"What?" 

"I already know, you're pretty well known in town..." 

       That flushed Elliot with embarrassment.

"Rea– Really? Wow! I live here and I didn't even know?" 

Elliot laughed at himself.

"But how about you? What's your name?"

"Um... It's Jim..."

" So Jim

, wanna hangout?" Or at least another time..." 

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    " It's really great to have them... "

        In a realm that brings one to a repeating games of death, where it is always night, where it is cruel, where it is hell. A place where the dead is brought upon, missing pieces of themselves once their arrival; leaving them somewhat empty. But thanks to ones they are around now, they did not mind much. Another thing is because of their focus being on surviving those games while trying to help the others do too.

      So suffering paired along solitude is something beyond tolerable, so Elliot; the first one to come, surprisingly remains optimistic, he who can still take care and love his friends that he met in this torturous place. Truth to be told, in his lonely times here, the games had yet to be introduced. He only walked around aimlessly in an unending darkness, with silence being his only company. Very lonely indeed... That was his only torture.

     So as soon as a real being joined him, he was overjoyed. Yes, he felt bad that someone else also had to suffer there with him, but he was really happy to finally get a response when talking. 

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         Places built to mimic the function of a normal world, letting one live in limited areas. A place originally made for one yet now contains many. Supposed to isolate one, yet now they are put in a situation where they need to get along and bond with another company. Yet, it still entertains. Force them to run as they get chased by something they fear that can turn them to minces of meat. Watch as they hide something from one another. Watch as they developed something so warm, so sweet, so wrong for the place. A thriller when chased, a drama when they try to rest. This is truly the finest fit of entertainment for lots, yet only truly for one.

      But what is a show without their most important and captivating jewel? So Elliot Builder, the first one, the center of many development. A sweet young man, still as kind and compassionate as he was before; the one that acted as their candle in a storm, their beacon of hope. An eye catching indeed, it wouldn't even mind only having for his show, even with him being a protagonist without a show. One would even say this was made just for him, that is if they knew who was even it.

        But now.. It would be wrong to say it had gotten bored, but it had indeed been feeling experimental. The most painful cut would be through a spot that's already scarred, so now that it had found something to stir the place around, it wanted to use it soon...

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          The wind blows ever gentle, hardly heard as the fire cackles loud. They run around in ruins of a copy of his old work place; a painful reminder of the past, yet he learned to make peace with it. 

"A double trouble round..." 

            But only of those troubles had already been see. They only have 2 hours in this kinds of rounds, yet an hour had already passed and the other is still nowhere to be seen.

!!BOOM!!

              Chance's gun had exploded has he tried to help Shedlesky run from 1x1x1x1. His left arm bled with a bit of burnt skin and sleeve, yet he held his gun tight.

"You should be more careful with your gun, Chance." 

Elliot adviced with a worried tone, yet still maintaining a small, gentle smile. Still, he furrow his brows.

"My bad, but could you mind giving me a slice? Would really need one right now..." 

Even though he is already used to it happening, he still isn't with the painful aftermath; evident through his face and voice.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" 

Elliot quickly grabbed a slice of pizza from his inventory, hurrying to give it to his friend.

        As Chance took a bite, his arm healed completely in seconds; the pain fading in the same time. After steadying his breathing, them and Elliot started watching Shedletsky as he gets chased by 1x1x1x1. In a few moments of peaceful silence, one of them spoke.

"Y'know, 1x sure ain't givin' up on chasing Shed." 

He joked as Shedletsky runs while everyone else tries to help.

"Yeah..." 

Elliot chuckled, feeling bad for the guy yet still finds the scene quite funny.

       If it wasn't for his sunglasses, it would be laughable on how mesmerized Chance looked as he watched Elliot do something he sees everyday, yet that smile still captivates them. A smile that outshines those casino lights, maybe even the sun itself! The exaggeration may be because he hasn't seen the sun in a good while, but it also seems so true that that kid's smile is just that beautiful.

"Oh, is something on my face?" 

"Can't a man appreciate a fine view?" 

       That made Elliot laugh again, a soft blush making their way to his face. As he laughed along, a blush crept up his face upon the realization of what he said.

"You're really good with words, aren't?" 

Elliot commented, still giggling at what Chance had said.

" I really do. Got you good, didn't I?"

       After a few teases, the chat didn't last long as Elliot sharply turned his head to a the other direction.

"Noob's getting hurt, I'm going to check." 

"C'ya!" 

      With that, Elliot left fast, didn't even let Chance tag along... That stunned him a bit.

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      Elliot ran as fast as he could, passed the delivery, passed the pizza boxer, passed the kitchen, passed the cashiers, and passed those messed up burning tables. When he was about to throw the pizza to Noob, he froze. Completely still compared to how he was seconds before.

     When Noob noticed this, he panicked for him, forgetting about the killer chasing him. Not noticing the ball thrown at them, Noob couldn't dodge and died from it. Now the new killer focuses on Elliot. 

       Elliot remembers that face, he knows that face. But how did it? How did he???

     As they face each other, the man looked daze, almost half asleep. When he and Elliot locked eyes, their eyes opened wide, familiarity. As the man started taking a few slow steps; Elliot noticed how his brows were furrowed. But before even one of them could've talked...

Survivors Won

Casualties: Noob, Taph

        With all the work they had done in those hours, they all stretched their limbs and complained and sneered, in a playful way at least. As they turn their heads to Elliot, about to drag him to their play, he fell on his knees, staring at something yet nothing.

"Elliot..?" 

Guest1337 asked, worry evident in his voice.

       Elliot smiled in a way, but as he felt his eyes tearing up, he covered his face with hands, also trying to wipe it out. Yet, if you saw the small glimpse of his skin, he was almost... Flustered?..

    This new display confused the others, worried for the way that their healer is acting. As one was about to approach, Elliot started talking.

"How did it?.. Haha... Why..?" 

"It's actually him, it's actually him!.. Hahaha!.." 

Elliot almost seemed manic at this state.

       Guest grabbed the both sides of Elliot's shoulder, shaking him to at least wake him up.

"What do you mean, Elliot?" 

"It's been years! Yet it still managed, he still managed!.." 

       Everyone was worried, it was obvious. Elliot took his time with his hysterical laugh and when he finally calmed down, his eyes almost looked dead, yet tears still remains there.

"Who's 'he'?" 

"..." 

"Jim... My lover... My dead fiancee..." 

"He's the new killer..."