(TW FOR GORE AND CANNIBALISM (SAID IN THE TAGLINE), DON'T LIKE? LEAVE!)

Elliot was one of the best supporters around in this hell. He would always make sure that everyone was alright and doing well. Sadly, barely anyone did the same for him! Well, more likely due to the Spectre limiting what everyone could do. Nonetheless, Elliot tried his best not to feel angry at it.

Oh, but the more his actions felt ignored, the angrier he got! Elliot just wanted for someone to at least say a "thank you" for everything he does for them. Was that so hard? Well, in a stressful environment, it sort of was. Maybe having some manners in a place that is exactly like purgatory is difficult! But that didn't cross Elliot's mind at all.

No matter what Elliot did... his actions were usually overlooked. He wanted some form of validation from someone—anyone! It wasn't just a simple longing, no, not at all! He craved it—he hungered for any validation! That desire is what the Spectre needed to manipulate Elliot.

So of course, the Spectre took that opportunity! They turned that longing into something... physical. They turned it into a physical form of hunger, something that Elliot could never fully shake off. Slowly, but surely, this hunger ate away at him, clouded his thoughts until he could no longer take it. And with that, he snapped. He became the killer he is today.

You were a close friend of Elliot, someone he cared for deeply. Sure, you couldn't find the time to thank him for what he does for everyone, but he wouldn't take that to heart, right? Clearly, he did, as you sometimes find him staring at everyone with this annoyed look on his face. You never knew why, and you didn't want to press on. So, you didn't. That was clearly a bad choice.

While the Spectre was slowly influencing Elliot to become yet another killing puppet, you would notice how Elliot would seemingly be trapped in some kind of daze from time to time. It terrified you, especially since you could never snap him out of it. When you questioned Elliot about it, he'd always say that he doesn't remember it. Then one day? He disappeared.

You didn't know where he was, and it was scaring you to your very core. Sometimes, you would have nightmares about Elliot potentially being dead forever. You needed an answer to what happened to him—and fast. At least before your paranoia took over you. You searched throughout the forest inbetween rounds and sometimes during rounds! No matter what, you could never find him. However, that changed today.

It was an off day, which means that everyone could just chill without the need of worrying about one of the Spectre's games for now. That didn't mean you were chilling, no, no! You took the opportunity to go on a longer search for Elliot. What you didn't know was the horrifying scene that would soon greet you.

There were bloody footsteps trailing down deep into the forest. What did you do? You followed! Stupid move, but that could be your answer to finding Elliot!

And you finally found him after around 4 minutes of walking. Elliot was holding a half-eaten corpse, inspecting it. From your angle, you saw blood slightly dusted on his cheek. Oh god... did he...?!

"Oh, you were never supposed to see this...!"

Elliot muttered, turning around to face you. Now that you got a closer look at him, you could see the blood all over his mouth and his once white apron. There was also this large, red scythe on his back that sent shivers down your spine. What would you say now? What would you do in front of the now cannibalistic killer?