The Luring Hotel

"The Night in which Circumstances Shift"

On a rocky Montana road, Rodrick "Roddy" St. James, the hit actor from the movie Flushed Away, was on his way home from the Oscars.

He sat on the plush seats of his nice and sleek Limo. He would have flown if his airplane wasn't mysteriously canceled, and if those damn employees didn't piss him off.

He remembered sitting in the airport with McDonald, his designated driver, and his flight number being called over the intercoms, saying that it was canceled. He was furious and he argued with the employees demanding for an answer, all they did was apologize and tell him the next flight would be in a week. Roddy told the employees off and decided that car was the only other option.

"How much longer, McDonald?", Roddy asked.

"A couple more hours, sir.", McDonald replied.

Roddy sighed. He was the richest rat in the world and he was forced to endure an hours long car ride, how could this happen to him, how could society let him suffer this much?

As the ride continued he slowly started to drift into a sleepy state...

SKIRTTT

The Limo crashed into a tree and Roddy lurched forward, waking him.

"MCDONALD?! MCDONALD!?", Roddy croaked.

Roddy tore himself out of his seat and clambered out of the limo. He stared at the mess in front of him. He ran over to the drivers door and tore it open.

McDonald was hunched over as Roddy struggled to unbuckle and pull him out. His head was leaking blood, his clown makeup now blurry and ruined.

"...McDonald...?"

Silence.

"...Please...McDonald..."

Roddy fell, next to his beloved McDonald. He'd been his driver for so long, they were practically inseparable. After McDonald's bankruptcy, Roddy was the only one who took him in, and now he was gone.

"...W-what am I going to do now.. where even am I?!"

Tears stained Roddys silky fur as he looked around the dark road. WAIT, MY PHONE, Roddy remembered. He shoved his hand into his now dirty dress pants grabbing his phone.

Shattered. It was completely shattered.

"Fuck-"

He looked at his now deceased friend, and flinched. Maybe his phone is still working... Roddy conjured.

He bent down and searched McDonald's pockets and found his phone. Also shattered.

"Dammit...", he started to tear up again, "what am I supposed to do now..."

He dragged him and McDonald to the side of the road and sat for the rest of the night, hoping that maybe another car would come by. None did.

He was starting to get hungry, he knew he couldn't sit here forever. He looked down at his deceased friend.

"I'm sorry..."

Roddy stood up and started to walk down the road, hoping for anything to protect him from the natural elements.

He continued for a couple hours until, strangely, there was a hotel. It was randomly placed along the road. Excitement overpowered Roddy from the mysterious fact that it was a strange hotel along an dark road, he just wanted shelter.

He ran, adrenaline pumping through every fiber of his body. He came to the front doors and yanked them open.

The front desk was empty but he still walked up to it, slamming his hand on the bell.

"Hello?!" Roddy screamed.

A clicking noise started to grow in response and a bipedal fat crab came out from a door behind the desk.

"ARR, WHO BE RINGING MY- oh! AHOY THERE MATEY, MY NAMES MR. KRABS AND WELCOME TO THE KRUSTY TOWERS, HOW MAY I BE A SERVICE TO YA?!", Mr Krabs exclaimed.

"Um, hello my name is Rodrick St. James, Roddy for short though, I was wondering if you have a telephone and if I could call-" Roddy was cut off.

"YER' THE RODDY FROM THAT ER' MOVIE FLUSHED AWAY, AINT YA?!"

"Uh, yes sir that is correct, but if you don't mind I would like to-"

"ARR, WELL THEN YOU CAN STAY HERE FOR FREE, DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT, I LOVE YOUR FILM, GAGAGAGA-"

"That is very nice sir, but I was just asking if I could perhaps-"

"YER' ROOM IS NUMBER 13 ON FLOOR 2-"

"Uh there's no need-"

"ARR, DONT WORRY ABOUT IT, GO REST YOU LOOK LIKE A DIRTY SEA DOG, GAGAGAG-"

Roddy was tired, and he smelled, like really bad, so he decided to stop arguing with the crab.

"Alright then, where's my, uh, room key?"

"ERE' YA GO LAD, REST WELL-"

"Thanks-"

With that Roddy dragged himself to the elevator and pressed the second floor. He made his way down the hall to his room, number 13. He opened his door and walked in and immediately saw fresh clothes placed on the bed.

Weird...Roddy thought.

But he was too tired to think about that anymore, he instead stripped and hopped into the shower. Letting the warm water soak into his fur that was clumped with dirt and mud.

Once the shower was over he crept over to the bed, clothed himself and laid. And as soon as his back hit the soft cushiony bed and his eyes closed, he passed out from exhaustion...