}◇{ THE MURDER HOTEL: a BFB Fanfic }◇{

Chapter 5: Breaking the Bond

WARNING: This chapter contains written death. Like in chapter 3, chapter 5 will describe how characters are killed. There will also be a shipping moment in here.

"Thank you, Loser, for finding a Murderer and reporting them to me!" Four said in their stupid voice. TD appeared on that stupid fucking stage. Cake was SO done... but he couldn't do anything. TD looked at Cake, and signed "I'll miss you" to him. His heart broke. He wasn't in love with TD, but he considered her his good friend, even if they hadn't known each other for long. Suddenly, a part of the ceiling - a crushing device - fell on TD, squashing her like a grape and splattering blood everywhere. Cake felt as if TD wasn't the only one under that thing. His heart was in pieces. Millions of dull-colored, sharp-edged pieces. Each one stabbed him in the chest. It hurt. Badly. Now he no longer cared for Loser. The bitch could die, and he was going to. Cake snapped out of his trance, and noticed that everyone was gone. They had already left. He sat on one of the chairs in the lobby, trying to come up with a plan. If Loser died, no one would be suspicious of Cake. Everybody thought he was Loser's biggest fan. They'd think it was Blocky, or Fanny, or some shit. Maybe Donut. But not Cake. He just had to make sure there was no evidence, and no witnesses. He had a plan now.

[TIMESKIP]

It was nighttime. Cake wasn't sure of the exact time, but he knew it was the perfect time. He opened his door very quietly, almost silently. He was sure no one else was awake anyways. He slipped through the hall like a snake slipping out of a trap, making no sound. He got to Loser's room, and put on his gloves before opening the door. Loser was asleep, and didn't even notice Cake looming over him with the same knife TD used to kill Firey Jr. He now knew how TD got caught - the knife was unique, and TD made the mistake of leaving it behind in the crime scene. But Cake was done thinking. It hurt him. To think about the crime, to think about his life, to think about TD... he lowered the knife quickly, not wanting to hesitate any longer. He slit Loser's throat, just like TD slit Firey Jr's. Loser was dead. No last words, no screaming... just dead. Cake was happy. He hid the knife under the desk in Loser's room, and made sure he didn't have any blood on him. He left the room, and walked back to his room. Clock was standing in front of Cake's door.
"Shit. Wait, he can't report me. He's another Murderer." Cake thought, Clock was smiling, he seemed proud.
"Two kills already?" He whispered, "Cake, we've been here for three days."
Cake chuckled. He knew Clock wasn't even upset, just a bit jealous that someone like Cake could change their personality and bring themself to go against their morals so quickly and easily.
"You gotta teach me how you do that sometime, you know?" Clock whispered, joking around. The two of them quietly laughed, and Cake entered his room. He took off his gloves, and hid them under his bed. His chest started to hurt as he slowly remembered all the good times he had with Loser. Times when they were still married. Times when they still loved each other more than anything. He tried to think of other things, like what he would do tomorrow, but it just wouldn't work. He couldn't stop thinking about Loser. He decided the only thing he could do was cry. He shoved his face into his pillow, and cried. He was sure someone could hear him, but he didn't care. He needed to cry. He heard the door open, and looked up with tears running down his face. Clock was standing in the doorway, and walked up to Cake. Cake jumped up and hugged him. It was the only thing he could think to do. Clock hugged him back immediately. He just stood there, while Cake cried. He didn't question anything, he already knew what happened. There was no need to ask.

As for who died

It was Loser