Being a killer in that forsaken place was... entertaining, at best. Especially considering that-unlike the survivors, who were painfully aware of every second spent in that hell-the killers had been stripped of any ability to perceive rounds. They just knew they were there for a single purpose, with no capacity to question it. And they had no issue indulging in it over and over again. But one thing they all agreed on was: the food situation in that place sucked. So, let's change that. ----------- Or: The Spectre thinks it would be fun to let the killers kidnap a certain pizza guy so they can eat a decent meal for once. (Elliot domesticating the killers one cooking lesson at a time). Or or: I made a crack fic to beat up writting block and poor Elliot has to suffer (ELLIOT-CENTRIC) ----------- Also on AO3

Blue Cube/Friend Elliot reader. You died trying to help. You ended up in a place where you can't die and your help is needed...a lot. Will you manage to escape, or will you be stuck there forever like the rest of them? Forsaken x Just Shapes and Beats (not fully cannon :333). (I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!!! I MIGHT ADD SOME OF MY OC'S LATER, BUT FOR NOW ALL THE CHARACTERS I WILL USE IN IT ARE FROM THE TWO GAMES I MENTIONED ABOVE!!!!) (And, I will edit the cover later :3)

Come and get u hungry simps😃 Feel free to to request! 🎉THANK YOU ALL FOR THE VIEWS AND READS AND VOTES!!! YALL ARE THE BESTTT!!!!🎉 - Author