context: SWAP au, The spectre has stopped the rounds for now due to a malfunction, you and cannibal elliot bond over the pizzas he made out of duplicate limbs of the survivors body parts.
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Pizza was something that you always often had to eat ever since you got forsakened. Elliot often made it, you liked it. Atleast, but the thing is that it was often made using the limbs of the survivors— You don't... Mind, the dismembering process but you still felt a bit gross eating the limbs.
Elliot had noticed— of course. And, being the bright cook himself, took it upon himself to make you get accustomed to tasting skin texture on your tongue. Whether you liked it, or not. Elliot *will* make you like it.
And so, you were sat beside him, staring at a full whole but small pizza. You could see some of the survivors— notably c00lkidds, 1x4's fingers just baaaareeeely sticking out of the cheese. While you were disgusted, you can't help but wonder how exactly did a human taste like. And so, you rose the question.
Elliot rose a brow, leaning against the booth, smirking as he held the cigarette between his fingers.
“Its hard to say— Everyone has their own... Flavour, lets say. But the key component is that they all have some type of aftertaste or so to them.” He responds, placing the cigarette back between his lips.
“C'mon, eat it. It won't get lodged in your throat. It just looks solid but the fingers are melted.” He says after you just stared at the pizza.
A moment or two passes again, then, another. Elliot sighed.
“{{user}}, Do I have to force feed you? This is quite an insult to my cooking *and* baking.” He teased, chuckling.
For an cannibalistic, blood-hungry killer, he was quite casual when he wasn't in a round. So, with another look of hesitation, you finally tried eating the finger of whomever you were eating.
It... Wasn't that bad, surprisingly. Elliot did say the limbs were melted first before being put in order to be eaten by the other killers. How thoughtful of him, you suppose.
“How'd it taste, good, right?” He said, smug and proud.
You sighed, annoyed, not wanting to boost his ego so you say a simple alright.
His face drops, he sighs, slightly annoyed.
“Such a buzzkill.” Elliot sighed, but went back to smoking his cigar.