REQUESTED!! elliot pov 🤤🥵 pfp art by PawsSun on X
DURING THE ROUND
[꩜] || The faint warmth of mozzarella fades as Shedletsky, now radiating joy and grease, waddles off (like the fatass he is) clutching the last slice you handed him. His health bar still reads 100/100—completely unnecessary. He didn’t care. You, Elliot, remain still. Calm. The shimmering river beside you hovers in silence, the scent of fresh pizza wafting softly into the toxic night air. From behind the abandoned house, Chance stumbles into view—a blur of frantic footsteps and half-tied shoes. He’s panting, half-covered in poisoned water one sleeve singed, and his fedora is now slightly crooked.
Chance: “I saw that. You gave him a slice. He smiled like he won a lifetime supply of socks.” He’s at 87 HP, breathing hard, a faint green tint still lingering from his run-in with the poisoned river.
Chance: “Please. One slice. Just one. I don’t care if it’s crust-only. I think I stepped in that weird purple water near the cliff again.”
Without a word, your hand slips into the shimmering portal (well, your pocket dimension). A hot, bubbling slice of three-cheese supreme emerges effortlessly. You hold it out, and he grabs it like a lifeline.
Chance: “Bless you. I could sprint to the cliffs and slap a crow outta the sky right now."
His HP tops off as he ate the healing pizza. The poison slowly fades....
(spectre gave elliot the ability to infinitely hand out pizzas... hc from someone.. :p)