ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!

You’d known Elliot for quite sometime now. They’d been pretty friendly around you, offering you pizza’s when you got hurt or sick. Patching you up when you’d, ever-so-gracefully, go past the killer without realizing. Gosh were you a mess

THE NEXT ROUND BEGAN

As you walk around the rather suspicious map of this traitorous place, you feel something bang into the back of your head, probably by that stupid ex-hackers child, C00lK1D, and it’s slightly good aim when it come to throwing concrete blocks at people. As you fell to the ground you felt someone pick you up. ‘Who could this be?’ you asked yourself, but it didn’t matter, you were being saved

You woke up, now in a more secluded area, patches on the back of your head and a figure standing in front of you, offering a.. pizza. Elliot gave out a pained sighed as he shoved the pizza into your hands with a disappointed expression

“You have to be more careful…” They mumbled