"Elliot gets hard" an Elliot x Hard wood floor.

Chapter 2: My immortal flooring.

Soft... He was lying on a soft surface. Something cold and wet on his forehead. He was in his bed, with a frozen bag of pea's on his forehead. Elliot didn't know what happened. His head hurt very badly. He started thinking about what happened. He slowly got up. His body was very sore. He had so many band aids on his body. He slowly remembered the events that led up to where he currently is. He remembered 2 things. Saliva... and Sonic X. Elliot looked over at his office chair. It looked like a very sad chair. Elliot was very confused. Elliot got up from his bed, his head hurt. He walked over to his bathroom. He opened his door slowly. He walked down the hall, his body leaning on the wall. His body was as heavy as giant toy truck. He said to himself. " Where is Amy Schumer?" He was wondering if she had left. Elliot was delusional, he didn't know what was going on. He finally made it to the bathroom, he opened the door with his limp hands. The first time he tried his hand basically just slapped the nob. He looked into the mirror. As Elliot looked into his own eyes he remembered what happened. He smiled to himself. He did good! Or at least that's what he thought to himself. He walked back to his room and decided to relax. He grabbed his mask before sitting back into his chair. He sat in his chair relaxed. He just sat there and thought about life. Elliot was relaxed and tired. He grabbed his Dr Pepper can and chugged it...
5 minutes later he threw up in the to the toilet. Not because he didn't like the taste but because he was so confused. He had no idea what flavor it was and couldn't handle it. He freshened up a bit. He flushed it down the toilet.
(A/N: Why are there so bodily fluids, I swear I don't have a fetish.)
He walked back to his room and lied down on his bed instead of the chair. He decided he would try to take a nap instead of staying up. As he sat in his bed he thought about how he could ever love his floor and be in a relationship with it. These thoughts were interrupted when he got a message on discord. "Huh? Oh probably someone tagged me or something..." Elliot said to himself in bed cause he's a friggin weirdo and talks to himself. He was a little perplexed when he saw it was a direct message. He froze when he saw the name.
"XXXbloodyrists666XXX" Elliot read the name. That name. It was the name of the person who wrote My immortal. He was wondering if they were the real deal or not. But what they said startled him, whether they were real or not. "U sem to bi enjoyeng your precious flooring. Butt you won,t 4 loong." Elliot read the message out loud. "Their spelling is fucking atrocious..." Elliot said to himself. Elliot decided he would help them with their spelling. "You should spell check your messages! Your spelling leaves a lot to be desired!" Elliot said out loud as he typed. Almost immediately he got a response. "Shut the duck up fag." Elliot read it out loud and began to cry.