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It was hot, unbearably hot. Smokes stinged his eyes, tears streaming down yellow cheeks as Elliot pressed his lower face into his elbow, trying to navigate through the burning building, his pride and joy.
Debris fell from the ceiling, always too close for comfort, but never hitting Elliot. His arm stung, burns scaling along the flesh from when he pulled a child from under a burning table, nicking himself with the forever hungry flames.
He spotted the glass doors through the smogginess of the smoke, a small breath leaving his lips, relief. He was gonna make it, he had to.
He neared the exit, hand outstretched, right as that part of the roof caved in, knocking him back onto his ass with a loud cry.
Hot. Hot. Hot.
It was too hot, Elliot couldn’t breathe, hands burning as he crawled towards the mess covering the door, adrenaline guiding him forward. He only made it 2 feet before collapsing forward, feeling like an invisible force was shoving him down, pinning him in place. Elliot cried, memories flashing through his head like a slideshow, earliest memories to right before the fire started.
Damn 007n7, his bad parenting skills caused C00lkid to do this, to get that gui his father once terrorized people with, Elliot included… Even Elliot could be a better father than that excuse of a “changed” man.
His eyes felt heavy, the pain dulling, the heat bearable. At least, in his last moments, he knows he is the only one in the building.
That is why he came in, to check and save anyone still trapped inside. He didn’t find anyone, and that caused his upcoming demise.
He could distantly feel being picked up, his eyes catching a white face before everything went dark, his last breath leaving him.
He woke up, surprisingly, in a place he didn't recognize, a cabin, from what it looked like.
He was laying on a couch, unscathed, still wearing his uniform, like usual.
He took a glance around, it wasn’t exactly homey. Hardly decorated, really. There was a fireplace, a monstrous red head seemingly nailed against it. It stared at him, it made Elliot nauseous.
“You’re awake.”
Elliot jumped, whipping his head to the side to be met by a normal looking robloxian, wearing a black hat and dark clothes.
“Jeez- Who are you? Where are we? I…” Elliot sat up, glaring at the stranger with suspicion.
The stranger raised their hands up, clearing their throat, they then walked closer, offering their hand to the blonde.
“The name is Tyler, welcome to Hell.”