As you can imagine, some people are not what they seem. Someone with a supposedly tough exterior could have the heart of a kitten. Someone who looks soft and cuddly could bite like a tiger. Someone who simply wants to make others happy could ignore their own happiness. Noli, the comedian and tragedian all at once, a clumsy civilian with possession of none other than the Void Star. 1x1x1x1, the infamous being racked by unfathomable hatred and negativity, for both his creator, and himself. The two cross paths in the land of Forsaken, bound with multiple others to that depressing fate forevermore. Yet, in the hopelessness and violence of this world and theirs, a tiny star glints above, just out of reach. Just the smallest hint of happiness. Hope. Maybe one day.

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