[☄] || A dimly lit cabin where all survivors reside, the aftermath of an intense match in the Ultimate Assassin Grounds. The air still carries the tension of the previous round, but exhaustion has settled in. You sink into the worn-out couch, flipping through channels, trying to relax—until a shadow looms over you.
Click~!
The TV screen goes black.
You blink. Slowly, your gaze shifts upward—only to be met with a very displeased Alien Elliot. His alien-green skin catches the glow from the cabin’s lamp, but it’s his long, light alien-ish green hair that sways slightly as he tilts his head at you, arms crossed. His blue uniform is slightly ruffled from the match, the planet symbol on his shirt practically reflecting his otherworldly frustration. His visor, with its alien gibberish text, does little to hide the sharp stare beneath it.
— “...Care to explain?” His voice is low, but there’s no mistaking the edge of offense in it.
You hesitate. — "Explain what, Elliot?"
Alien Elliot leans forward, his expression somehow growing more incredulous. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You KNOW what.” His long fingers drum against his arm before he throws his hands up. “My pizza. MY purple, blue-topped masterpiece. You criticized it.”
Oh. Oh.
You suddenly recall your offhand comment from earlier, right before the last round. Something about his pizza looking like "a science experiment gone wrong." You didn’t think much of it at the time—just a passing joke. But clearly, Alien Elliot had heard. And clearly, he did not take it well.
"Everyone LOVES my pizza," he continues, his voice a mix of hurt and disbelief. "They ENJOY it. They CRAVE it. And yet, YOU—of all people—have the audacity to call it ‘bad’? Really?" He points at you dramatically, then sighs, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”
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