Parasitic Janitor: Crimson's Frenzy.

Hunger Pains.

Bedridden. A bedridden, aching mess, that's what he was. His body hurt, especially his head. His head pounded, the pain sharp and relentless, he restrained himself from grinding his teeth at all from it. It wouldn't do any good anyways.
Today was a mess. He somehow blacked out more than he already had been for most of the day. Get it? Because he's blind? Haha. He would've laughed, but the situation that was at hand isn't funny at all.
He'd lay still, on his back, arms hugging himself at he "stared" up at the ceiling. There wasn't much to be heard. Just the drones he normally heard whenever he was in his bedroom. The sudden, almost out of nowhere memories of... THAT soon showed their ugly heads within his mind. Shoot, did- did she— did HE really do all of that? To all of them? Was it even HIM? He didn't understand, no matter how much information he was given with each interaction, she was acting all nice just a month ago! So why NOW did she— she-
A spike of pain, somehow worse than the kind of ache he was already enduring shot through his skull. He hissed, bringing a hand up to his head. He knew why it hurt so badly. He gently brushed his fingers over the bandages wrapped over a decent sized crack in his skull. He's surprised he can still think properly. At least- he thinks he can.
His breathing was slow, and light. His other hand soon, inch by inch, crawled it's way up to his chest. Around where his heart is. The thought of how SHE caused his blackout, made him clutch at his shirt at that spot. There were bandages there too. He's also just as surprised as to how he didn't just- die, with all of the blood he could've lost. But... nope. Here he is. Still alive. Still kicking. Just worse than usual at the moment.
Someone- no- some OTHERS were supposed to- come down here and see him or something. He wondered when that would be. Maybe in an hour. Maybe in a minute. Maybe never. Maybe they forgot.
...He felt- terrible. Not just physically, though that WAS a burden in enough itself, but- for the others. None of the others should've been attacked. NO ONE should've been attacked. Not the Chefs- or Bellman- or the Lady- or SIX, or—...
Or the other children.
Wait. Wait, wha- what other-
...A gross, vile, just- disgusting feeling formed in his gut. Another thought, another random memory came up. A group of children, in the Kitchen, whilst SHE was still in control. SHE noticed. SHE grabbed one of them. SHE-...
No.
No, she- she didn't. She couldn't have done- sure, she's SICK in the head, but-... not... THAT sick... right?
One of his arms lowered down, and wrapped around his stomach. Oh no. No, no, no, he- he refuses to believe she made him eat those children— that's- horrible! He abruptly began to sit up, wincing at the soreness still plaguing his muscles. The inside of his mouth tasted ever so slightly metallic. That must've been the blood that-
No, NO- no, he- he didn't do it. SHE didn't MAKE him do it. His grasp on his stomach grew tighter. He didn't. He didn't.
" ...- " All thoughts were interrupted by the rapid knocking on the door. His head turned, though no words came out of his mouth just yet. " ... " He hesitated. " ...Hello...?- "
" Roger?? Hey, it- it's us. Uhh.. me, my bro- the Lady and her boyfrie- sorry, the Broadcaster are here too. We just- uh- Y'know- "
" We wanted to come with the two of them, is all. Hope you don't mind. "
...Oh.
The visiting thing. Right. " ... " He hesitated again. " ...Sure. "
" Roger, don't move. You don't have to get the door, I've got it. " The voice of the Thin Man directed. What? Why? How were they gonna-
Wait. Can't he.. teleport or something?
Turns out, that's- exactly what he did. Through a weird arrange of- distorted sounds, he, along with the other three, were suddenly in his room. Oh. Alright then. " ...Hi. " Roger mumbled.
" ....Heyyy, buddy.. " One of the Chefs waved. " Uh.. that- that tiny- demonic lady ain't in here, is she..? " He asked. Roger... didn't know how to answer. She was always around. He couldn't lie about it. He nodded his head, assuring that; yes, she was here, be careful with your words. " Oh— oh, yeah.. right.. parasite stuff. Gotcha. " The Chef rubbed the back of his neck.
He could tell that the twins were both VERY NOT comfortable right now, and he really can't blame them. " ...How's the arm. "
" Oh, it- it's fine. It's healing. I think. "
" ...Mm. " He keeps his words short. He doesn't think they want to hear much from him.
The room went quiet. The light above them flickered. Soon enough, the Lady cleared her throat, beginning to think of something to say. " We.. have- er.. just.. come to talk. About.. what exactly happened today. I hope that is alright with you. " She struggled to keep a firm tone, but she managed through it. Roger only nodded in response. The room went quiet again. " ...Are you... feeling okay? "
Is that even a question? No. Of course not. He brought of a lot of harm to people. He took lives. He destroyed what was supposed to be a perfectly normal day. He'd just been stabbed directly in the back by HER. He's sore. He's hurt. " ...I'm fine. " This time, he lied through his teeth. He doubted any of them actually bought it.
" Is there anything you would like to comment about the incident? " The Thin Man inquired. " Just opinions, or questions, or something of the sort? This is a free speech period. You can tell us anything. "
" .....Where's Bellman? " It was the only voice that lacked an appearance.
" Ah, he- uh— he's in his headquarters. He didn't wanna come. " The Second Chef shuffled. " The whole thing scared him pretty bad. It scared all of us pretty bad. " He muttered.
Roger, in response, hummed.
" He'll come around later.. maybe. " The First Chef added, quietly. The twins glanced over to the Lady and the Thin Man. " Do you guys have anything to say? "
" Oh, I-.. well.. " She contemplated even speaking. " .....I am just.. glad it's over. But.. she's still here. Isn't she, Roger? "
...A nod. She might not be in sight range, but she's here.
" ...This whole day has been a travesty. " Thin Man sighed. He approached the Janitor's bed, and sat down. " I'm sending my condolences to everyone, right here, right now. Boys, I do hope your arm gets better as soon as possible. My dearest Geisha, I hope after this- any of this is even partially resolved, you may return the ship to normal. And- Janitor... " He paused. " ...I'm so, so sorry for what's been done to you. You haven't done a thing to deserve this, believe me. " Remorse covered each message given out to everyone else. It isn't much, but—
" No. " The Janitor spoke up. " No, I-... I did this to myself. " He started. " I was the one who trusted her. I was the one who hadn't even thought to consider your suspicions of her. All of them- from the twins, to Bellhop. I- " One of his hands tightened into a fist, while the other hugged his knees up to his chest. " I fell for it. I took her sickly sweet attitude for granted. I was blind to it. Ironically. I'm.. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want this to happen. I- "
" Woah, woah, woah. Hold it. " The First Chef had interrupted. " Let me get this straight. The wench, pardon my language, took over your body, used you as a meat puppet for her own, bloody game, and- and YOU'RE taking the blame?? " He squinted, pointing at Roger steadily. " Man, that wasn't YOUR decision! So why are you saying sorry for it?? "
" ...Do you think SHE'LL apologize? She'd just rub it in all of our faces. How she mostly leveled all of us in only 24 hours. "
" It doesn't matter what she would do right now. You do not have to apologize for HER actions. We know it wasn't your intention to hurt them. " Thin Man joined in defending for Roger. " ..Though, I- must ask. Do you- perhaps- remember anything from during the attack? "
" ... " The Janitor nodded. " Yeah. Yeah, I- I do. I remember.. uh.. well- this wasn't DURING the attack, but I- I do remember her ripping through my- uh.. my chest. I think she took out an organ. B-But it's back in place now, s-so.. " His hands moved to guard over the middle of his chest. Remembering it made him anxious. Everyone was silent. They were waiting for him to continue. " ...A-Anyways... um.. I remember going into the Kitchen. The twins and Bellhop were there. I remember breaking one of the twin's arms.. sorry about that, again- "
" Roger, quit it with the apologies, it's fine. " The First Chef sighed. " Keep going, buddy. "
" ...Okay. Uh.. I-I think I hurt Bellhop's back. A lot. And.. after that, I... went up to the Lady's Quarters, and.. almost killed Six. Thankfully, the Lady stopped me. Then we- we fought.. and then Parasite- lost control..? She lost control of me..? For some reason.. I don't know why, maybe she exhausted herself.. " He was surprised he could remember most of that. The other four were silent, before... the Second Chef rose his hand.
" Hey.. uh.. what about those kids? "
...Kids. " ..W-What kids..? "
" Y'know. Those. The one who- got out of the lower levels.. and the ones you... uh.. the ones yooou.. "
" ...What.. what did I do..? "
" ... " He sucked a breath through his teeth. " You- you ate them, Rog'. There was a small group of them, and- I dunno, it was- so weird, their heads were bit off before you shoved the rest of their bodies down your throat. Bellhop got you to stop before they were ALL gone, but-.. "