Balloon wailed out, thunder hitting in every direction, the rain shooting at him. He crawled and crawled, trying to get up on his feet from time to time but falling and yelling in pain. The shards hadn't been taken out, and it's not like he was going to pull them out, he'd just bleed to death in moments. He dug his hands into the mud, scrapping away anything underneath it like a shovel as he dragged his body across the forest's lively ground.
He could hear the taunting laughter from her surrounding him, like an laser in a room of mirrors, just reflecting off from each touch. "Gh..." Balloon mumbled, his nails on the brink of braking from all the pulling. "Come on..." he knew... just behind the hill was the hotel, he'd imagined Suitcase looking at him from the doorway, smiling at him. Encouraging him to keep going.
He could see his shadow from below him, a full moon. A rare sight indeed. However he didn't have time to stop and stare, he carried on crawling, the damaged and the bleeding foot paralysed in the cold, as the other kicked to make him go faster.
He managed, tears boiling his eyes, the rain hitting his back, and the thunder exploding his eardrums from time to time. He looked at the hotel, a small weakish smile plastered on his face, but it quickly faded as he noticed all the lights were off, and the red light from the security cameras staring at him. He tired to yell, call for anyone, but it seems his voice was gone, from all the screaming and yelling. He kept crawling, breaking a phew of his fingernails.
He took on one foot and leaned against the locked front door, slamming his soar fist into it with all his might. He cried and fell to his knees as the slightest of pressure was out onto his ripped up foot.
"I'm not letting you go this time my dear Balloon!" Taco manically said, grabbing Balloons arm, beginning to twist it. "I'll get that money... I'll take it even if I have to kill all of you..." Balloon tried to scream, but a high pathetic whimper was all that was heard.
"That's right... you can't do anything, I'm superior now, and I'll take everyone down no matter what it takes, I'll burn this hotel down if I have too!"
Those words stiffened Balloon. Burn. That one dream he had, the burned walls. Was that because of... her? No, Balloon wasn't going to let that happen, he wasn't going to hide anymore, he was going to fix thi-
Suddenly a sharp pain was felt on his arm, he yelled back, taking his hand away from Taco, hitting his back against the door and winding himself while doing so. She twisted his arm long enough it actually caused a burn. She begun to laugh, her accent mocking him, mocking him of his weakness and failure.
Balloon cried, holding his hands up against his face, despising to look at her.
Suddenly the hotel door flung open, and Pickle came out with some sort of long pipe, before Taco could respond, he swung it at her and the loudest bang, louder then a thunder strike, was heard. Taco fell back, knocking out instantly.
Balloon watched as Pickled took deep quick breaths, before turning around and grabbing balloon, taking him inside with the door tightly locked behind them.
"AH!" Balloon screamed, falling onto the floor. Stupid, he'd forgotten about the shards in his foot. "What's the matter with you?" Pickle asked, he didn't look concerned at all.
"S- shards." Balloon stuttered from the pain. The hotel was pitch black, well except Lightbulb who you could see in the kitchen, but if she's here... that means more people are, staring at him from in the darkness.
Scolding at him.
Tutting at him.
Laughing at him.
Judging him.
Hating him.
It was like it was back to normal.
He didn't notice that Pickle had placed him on the couch. "Soap, come here. Take a look at this." Pickle called out to the darkness around them. Soap approached, standing next to Pickle. Not saying anything and just pointing her sharp blue eyes down at him.
"Why should I help him. Look what he's done." Soap spat at Pickle. "Because we need him." OJ said, appearing from the stairs, his face pale.
"What's wrong now?" Pickle hissed, tired of all the bad things that had been happening around them lately. "Pepper she..." OJ hesitated.
"Someone please tell me why we should bother keeping him alive, I mean he is bleeding. Surely he hasn't got any-" Soap was cut off sentence, Balloon shaking in fear, not mentioning he might have hypothermia. "Because we need him for us to be able to kill Taco obviously. If she murderer MePhone, she surely should be killed in return." Knife nudged in, the four of them looking down at Balloon in unison.
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Darkness, again. "What?" Balloon called out, "Where am I?"
He was in a dark void, no floor underneath him. It was as if he was frozen in place. His eyes darted around, but each direction looked like the rest, darkness. He sighed, looking below him. Suddenly looking back up as he heard clattering glass, and blue and red pixels begun to fall from above.
"No no no..." Balloon whispered to himself. He heard footsteps growing towards him, he managed to turn around. The Figure was there, watching him.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Balloon raged out, his teeth clenched. The Figure didn't answer, it just kept walking towards him. "WHAT DO... What did you do?" He hesitated, the dark spirit stopping just inches in front of him. Suddenly an echo was heard in the air, it beginning to grow louder, it stopped as Figure began to talk.
"You don't know what you've done." It said, with the effect as if it was saying it in reverse. "Wha-..." He stopped as Figure placed its hand on Balloon's eyes, covering it.
Silence, suddenly the dripping from a tap was heard, and Balloon was standing in a restroom. He couldn't see his reflection in the mirror. This must be another nightmare.... He looked around, noticing the stained red sink and the a blade on the counter. "Huh..." He sighed, picking it up.
It went black again, and he was standing in a field with the sunset in the distance, a burning circle from the grass, the flames grew high and screamed with fright in the wind. "Burning, This must have been caused by Taco.." His mind was cut off as he heard a yelp and a thump. "That doesn't sound like her..." he walked around the flames, trying to find the cause of the ruckus, until he finally found it.
That's when he saw their face, their legs and arms almost burnt to a crisp. That's when he saw him.
It was Fan, and he had came just out from the flames.
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Finally done- phew.
Anyway, yeah. I did it.
Pickle is big saviour, risking his life for Balloon's... even though Balloon doesn't deserve it.
Anyway thanks for reading!
-Caramel <3
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Fanfiction(THIS BOOK IS ON HIATUS, AND IS NOT COMPLETE) Dreams. Balloon is the most hated among the objects in hotel OJ, but when someone shady gives him an offer to be accepted, he takes it... but the dreams begin to flood in, and the figures in the room wo...
