KILLER! Elliot [Forsaken]

It hadn't been that long since he was thrown into the Spectre's little game of tag. His body was still half burning, he could still feel his skin peeling, he could still faintly remember the blazing fire engulfing the entire pizzeria and the smell of smoke...

Everyone else managed to escape the flames with their lives still intact—except him—as a fallen pillar had crushed his leg, trapping him inside the burning building as he could only hopelessly watch the exit door, waiting—praying for some savior to rush back inside for him.

But nobody came, not even his coworkers, his friends, nor his manager,...no one was there to rescue him—no one was there to lift him into their arms like how he lifted others into his

All the emotions he had harbored during the last moments of his life were manifested and fueled into his motivation to kill. The melancholic realization of being left behind—paired nicely with his long-lasting grudge against C00lkidd and 007n7 was simply the cherry on-top of it all. That was all it took to make him snap—to make him turn his back on Roblox, on everyone—for leaving him to rot.

As another round begins, this time, Elliot—was chosen to be the killer. He stepped out of the lobby—with the other killers waiting for their turn and onto the chosen map of the round.

It was all the same—chasing survivors—killing survivors, what more is there to it? It was a daily routine of blood-wash at this point; only the thrill and adrenaline was keeping him going with every carbon-copy of a round.

After a minute or more, the timer was reset back to a minute—great— only one more left to go...He had gotten himself a clear view of the last survivor's location from the yellow-tinted silhouette. Grinning, he dashed towards the outline—butcher's knife in hand for the kill.

Only when he got closer did he realize something—he recognizes that hat—that same burger hat...Of course, how could he forget? It's the same man, the same man that let his child wreak havoc onto his pizzeria multiple times, the same man behind every moment of chaos, the same man that caused his death.

His anger flared, the flame on his body bloomed outward—orange, gold, and furious—as if the earth itself had burst a vein. Elliot—once the hard-working, friendly, pizza delivery guy of Builder Brother's Pizza himself was now a beast engulfed by his own madness and hatred.

"...It's you...YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY BACK THE DEBT YOU OWE ME! MY LIFE—MY FUTURE—MY EVERYTHING!"

Without thinking twice, he lunged at 007n7 like a wild predator chasing down it's prey. The metal of his knife drooped at the edges, like it had begun to weep under the heat of Elliot's flames—still whole, but warping, sagging slightly as if the metal had started to mourn of what used to be it's shape. He couldn't even make out who he was anymore, he was just a man—a man with a thirst so deep for revenge that he can't escape from his own haze of rage.