Blacklisted! (Pizzaburger)

The One And Only

Paintings were dappled along the long hallways as 007n7 paced around, frantically trying to find another survivor. Sweat beading on his forehead, he felt dizzy, like the whole world was going to collapse in on him.

His breathing became shallow and labored as he stumbled and bent down onto both knees, internally begging for even a single drop of air to enter his throat.

But there was none. Tears streamed down his face, as his vision turned blurry and he felt he was the only one alive.

He heard his name being called in the distance but his mind had already gone numb.

.

.

.

"007n7?" a soft voice called out to him. He felt someone trying to shake him awake. 007n7 wanted to plead, scream maybe; but his throat was dry. And no words escaped from his lips. He slowly opened his eyes as his senses returned to him. A man with short, blonde hair wearing a red golf cap with the words "PIZZA!" written on it with what seemed marked, kneeled before him.

Elliot.

"...You." Elliot mustered, narrowing his eyes and slowly backing away. Before 007n7 could say anything in response, TwoTime spoke up from his corner of the cabin.

"Spawn's graced you with another opportunity..." he mumbled loudly, fidgeting with his dagger. The whole cabin went dead silent.

"...Anyways! You were out cold for 30 minutes." Elliot explained blandly, his expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of something more. Care? Concern? 007n7 couldn't tell.

"...How come you're the first one to find me?" 007n7 asked, finding the right words. Elliot's jaw clenched, "I wasn't the first one to find you, idiot. It was Chance. He found you after he ran from the killer and into the hallway where you were lying unconscious."

Chance rubbed his shiny, golden coin between his fingers at the notice of being mentioned. He always did that when he was embarrassed.

007n7 massaged his temples before looking around at his surroundings. That's when he realized, everyone was staring at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

They were all looking down at his watch. 007n7 glanced down at his screen and his face paled. He stuttered, trying to find words.

Bleeding XL

Elliot coughed, trying to avert attention from 007n7's status. "Blood loss. That explains why you suddenly collapsed mid-round." Elliot uttered through gritted teeth.

"That high of an amount of blood loss would have killed him already. So...how is he here? Even if he's...real, does that mean The Spectre messed with his code?" Builderman called out, looking up from his workbench. All eyes turned to him, expecting an answer.

007n7 shrinked under everyone's gazes, uncomfortable.

"...I...don't...know?" he began, "I mean...at least I'm not dead? ...Yet?"

He faltered, struggling to give his team a satisfying answer. Builderman sighed loudly.

"Forget it. All we want is for you to be safe, that's all." he explained, not bothering to look at 007n7.

"When's the next round?" 007n7 mumbled, words slurring over one another as status went from BLEEDING XL to BLEEDING LXXX. Elliot's protective instincts went up in alarm. He rubbed his eyes furiously.

"It was 40 just a minute ago! Now it's 80?!" Elliot cried, grabbing 007n7's shoulders tightly and demanding an answer.

"I thought it was 20..." Noob mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Next round's in 5 minutes but we can't just send you out like this! You'll die first!" Guest1337 explained, his explanation was quite disappointing since even the military veteran thought 007n7 was weak.

0H PLE@ZE! H3'S F1N£! N0 N£ED T0 W0RR¥ AB0UT H1M!

"The Spectre?" Elliot muttered under his breath. Everyone instinctively backed away. 007n7 shakily adjusted his glasses, trying to compose himself as his status doubled again, nearly causing him to double over in agony.

A figure made purely out of pitch-black malicious code appeared out of the shadows, tentacles writhing and lashing. He wore a top hat with the letter S carved into the fabric. It had no mouth.

¥0U P00R P17¥FUL...5URV1V0RS! F4WN1NG 0V3R 0NE 0F Y0UR OWN L1K3 Y0U 0WN TH3 PL4CE!

Elliot's face paled as The Spectre floated closer to him, his tentacles tilting his head up to face the entity completely.

4ND Y0U. Y0U 4R3 MY...

The Spectre began, whipping his head around to face the others.

Y0U 4RE MY PL4¥TH1NG5! TH3RE'$ N0 PO1N7 1N SH0WIN6 C0MP4SSI0N! Y0U'LL 4LL F4LL TO 7HE KN33S 0F K1LL3RS...S00N EN0UGH. P1TY IS W0RTH N0THING H3RE!

The Spectre spat, tentacles flaring violently, knocking over a painting that was hung on the wall. It fell to the ground, shattering to pieces. Just like how their hopes were shattered on the day each and every one of them arrived in this hellhole.

Then, The Spectre circled 007n7 like a vulture.

...V3RY B4D F0R Y0U! Y0UR S0N H4S T0 S33 Y0U S0B. P4TH3TIC H4CK3R!

Right as The Spectre said that, the world plunged into darkness. The sound of c00lkidd sharpening his sword rang in 007n7's ears. The ordinary, eerie giggle that escaped c00lkidd's lips haunted him.

TH1S R0UND'5 K1LLER...C00LK1DD...

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A/N: sorry for not being able to write in the past few weeks. Highschool started and I'm very busy. Thx for understandin' guys. :)