Pizza in a Burger Shop (WIP COVER!!!)

Chapter 1: New Lobby

His head hurt. A lot. Like he was just hit with a metal bat...
... or a brick. He groaned, struggling to open his eyes. Jeez, that light was blinding. He can't even open them. It hurts. Were those voices around him? Yeah, there's people here. Probably the others. Possibly Guest? He sounds a little... different. There's also a few others, but he's too mentally tired to be able to decipher who they belong to

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he slowly managed to open his eyes. He was in the survivors' cabin, the big one. Their usual meeting and chilling space. It looks like he's on the couch in the middle. Okay, he's still here. That's good

His ears were still ringing. Did he hear someone? He could've swore he heard something among the lines of "ice pack". Presumably for him. An ice pack could work wonders on him right now. Yeah, he needs one

He groaned, sitting up on the couch. His back was sore, for some reason. His vision was hazy and blurry, and his limbs felt like jelly. He was this close to closing his eyes for a second and falling asleep again. But, alas, someone handed him the aforementioned ice pack. Who handed it to him?...
... Uhhh...

... Someone with white skin and a dark green shirt. Not to mention the round head. Bald, too. No hate

He didnt question it. He just grabbed the pack, putting it on his forehead. He inhaled sharply through his teeth, as if he had put alcohol on a fresh cut. Did he have some sort of injury on his head? He couldn't tell. Still, he managed to mutter a quick and quiet "Thanks..." As he laid his head back down. Okay, his senses are coming back to him. Finally, he's feeling better

"John, is it ready?"
"Almost!"

Huh? Who just... those voices are... unknown to him. What? New survivors? Two of them? Can't be. They seem way too calm and used to this. One of them's even cooking! Was he out THAT long?!

He looked to the side, seeing a young looking robloxian. The guy that gave him the ice pack. Huh. He seems nice. He sighed, speaking

"... What... happened?"

The one with white skin chuckled nervously, glancing to the side. As if avoiding eye contact

"Well... Me and Sixer found you unconcious in the forest. You were injured and alone, so we brought you to our... home? Base? Hideout? Whatever it is."

Bars.

He didn't respond. He was still in the same place. But who are these people? And why are they here? He narrowed his eyes a bit, still staring at the ceiling

"... Could you tell me your name?"

Oh, right. He didnt do that yet. He took a deep breath, moving the ice pack a little to the side, covering another area

"Elliot. Nice to meet you... uh..."

They paused for a second. Elliot couldn't tell, but their expression was... nervous. Almost untrusting? As if they found out something that was supposed to be kept secret. That they weren't supposed to know. He seemed trusting enough, right?

"...Right. I didn't say my name either. My full name is 𝟭𝙭𝟭𝙭𝟭𝙭𝟭, but you can just call me 1x or just X for short."
"... 1... x?"

... What?

"Oh, and, the person cooking, that's John Doe. You can call him whatever."
"Speaking of me, here."

Elliot looked a little to the side, seeing a middle-aged robloxian with yellow skin and short, yellow hair place a mug on the coffee table. He had a casual attire, like a stereotypical old, timey-wimey man kinda outfit. Overalls, a little chubby, short beard, vintage jeans. All that