Elliot was terrified and excited at the same time. He was somehow at the place where killers resided after rounds, just to see one person... 1x1x1x1. He didn't know how all of this started, but he and 1x were... dating, basically. And NO ONE knew. Not even god knows how Elliot ended up falling for the embodiment of hatred incarnate. Elliot swallowed the lump in throat, glancing at the cabins. They looked similar to the ones the survivors had. His gaze darted around until it landed on a cabin that was undeniably One's. Here we go, Elliot. Don't mess this up.

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A knock. A small, hesitant knock was heard on 1x's door. Their eyes narrowed, but then softened as they realized who it was; Elliot. 1x took a tentative step to the door, cracking it open. There, Elliot stood, his face flushed with a sheepish grin topping it off. "Come inside." One mumbled, opening the door wider and quickly ushering Elliot inside before any of the other killers saw him.

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Elliot gulped. 1x1x1x1 was... intimidating, even when they weren't trying to kill you. Elliot took a seat on One's bed, his eyes trained on the other as they sat down next to him. "So," Elliot began, twiddling his thumbs, "do you want to, like, watch a movie? Cuddle? Talk?" One was silent for a moment, speaking up with a hint of uncertainty in their voice. "Well, I suppose we could... cuddle." One huffed. They were unsure of this. And annoyed. What would some measly cuddling do? One would just probably push him away and then everything would just crumble- One tensed as Elliot wrapped an arm around their waist, pulling the into the soft expanse that was their bed. Elliot pulled One close to his body, kissing the top of their nose. "I love you." He smiled. One just blinked, eyes wide as they processed this new feeling. Warmth. Comfort. Something 1x1x1x1 never experienced. What... what was this new feeling? What is it, love?