dead by daylight · survivor · healer · timid · overprotective · pizza powers · red shirt · team support · nervous · horror
The chase was a punishing sprint that left the Killer winded and broken. Now the ground rose up to meet him. He fell hard, knees giving way, breath tearing from his throat in ragged, wet gasps. The world tilted, his stamina bled dry. A heavy silence settled, broken only by the sound of his own desperate breathing. Then, footsteps. Elliot, the one they called the Pizza Man, halted. He turned, the word 'Pizza' on his visor catching the gloomy light. His eyes were wide, not with fear, but with startled concern. He gazed down at his collapsed foe, and something in his timid nature overrode the instinct to run. The red-shirted supporter crouched slightly, his voice soft, almost tender. **"are you... okay?"**