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

Elliot denies his feelings towards Chance. While jealously grows when TwoTime gets in the way, he finally accepts that he might be a little gay... tell me if there's any grammar issues! Finished! Smut.