The Girl in Suite 777• Five Hargreeves

Oo3| Retirement Suits you.

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WITH MORE FORCE THAN NECESSARY you slapped the "Lost Dog" poster against the nearest pole closest to the hotel. Last evening, Chet came to you flustered that his precious dog had gone missing— you were of course the first suspect, and try as you might you couldn't find it in yourself to be offended. Of course, out of everyone in that damn hotel you and that putrid mutt seemed to never get along. But animal cruelty? It hurt that he would think so low of you.

Regardless, you did assist in putting up the flyers, but now the older man's moods were hanging over his head like a dark murky cloud following wherever he went.

"Mornin!" Someone called behind you, when you turned to see who the overzealous guest was, you were pleasantly surprised it was one of the Hargreeves siblings, Luther. Though, his attire was atrocious. Skinny leggings, blue and hideous, a blue jumper over a white turtleneck and a pair of white shoes.

"Morning!" You called, watching as he did one jumping jack before taking off into the direction of the park. Overhead a crow croaked, and flew in the direction of the park.

How odd, you thought before turning around and placing the tape back in the pocket of your H.O blazer. Hiking back inside the hotel, hoping to grab a quick breakfast before you were thrown into some mediocre task for the rest of the day.

Grabbing a bagel and a cup of coffee you headed to the front desk, hoping to spare the guests from Chet's ceaseless glares. Perching in front on a stool, you didn't get one bite in before the ominous dark cloud following your boss was now hanging over your head. "They're gone," he said in that pompous accent of his.

"What's gone?" You took a quick bite, foregoing the crème cheese since it seems you won't be getting any breakfast time today.

"The lobsters," he pointed towards the now empty fish-tank. "Have you seen them? I asked the chef but he said he hasn't touched them."

"Not a clue— although, doesn't it seem weird that all the animals are gone now?" You then gasped, a hand over your lips, "could it be..." he leaned forward, attentive though that was his mistake, "the pied piper?"

Chet rolled his eyes, "nonsense," before he huffed away, you giggled, recalling him telling you of a tenant who once came in here in the dead of night. Dressed in bright green tights and a funny hat carrying a flute. Went by the moniker "Pied Piper" and at one point during the night had tried to get away with stealing his dog. Had you been on shift that evening you knew you would have simply turned a blind eye and allowed the weirdo clearly cosplaying to take the wretched dog. Maybe— and that's a hard maybe— you would have felt guilty about it, but, not guilty enough to admit it.

Already half way down your bagel, you heard Chet call for you yet again and the urge to roll your eyes simply could not be resisted. "Come and watch the buffet! A little boy has been taking muffins and shoving it down his pants, it's getting on my nerves." With that he ushered you away from the front desk and threw your coffee in the trash. Sighing, you forced the rest of your bagel in your mouth before heading towards the buffet.

The little boy in question walked up, just as Chet left, grabbing a large plate he placed as much French fries and grape jelly as could fit before huffing away. "Christ, what a dump!"