Pillow Fight || II darkfic

Pillow Fight

This chapter includes:
Blood
Gore
Excessive use of the 😳 emoji
Hallucinations (Nickel is insane)
Transgenderism
Lack of plot (I am pulling all this out my ass)

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Nickel stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Ugly.

Stupid.

Uhhhh, go kill yourself?

Yeah, that's the spirit!

Thanks man!

No problem, bro!

He sighed. No one would ever know the true Nickel...

This is all somehow Balloon's fault!

The voices whispered in his ear, getting louder and louder.

"Shut up..." He mumbled "...Shut up, shut up,"

They insistently roared, screaming for violence.

"Shut up!"

And to their credit, they did. However, just as he said that, Lightbulb walked into the room.

"Woah, Nick Le, what's got you all riled up like that?"

Nickel blinked. Once, then twice. He really couldn't deal with Lightbulb right now.

Kill her.

Hey, what a good idea! Nickel grabbed his conveniently placed pillow beside him, even though he was in the bathroom. (Wait, why was Lightbulb inside of his bathroom? Whatever. She was going to die anyways.)

"—So, whaddya say, Pickel—"

Nickel slammed into Lightbulb, pillow in hand (or rather, foot?) and pressed all his body weight against her.

"Oof, this—" Lightbulb gasped for air. "Pillow fight isn't very fun!"

Before long, she passed out. Nickel hit her on the head with a conveniently placed hammer he happened to have in his drawer to be safe.

Just as he struck Lightbulb, Baseball walked into the room.

"Nickel? What are you doing?"

"Erm, we're having a pillow fight?"

"You're holding a hammer."

"No, it's just a hammer shaped pillow."

"Oh, okay."

Nickel snorted in disbelief. Did baseball really believe that? Whatever, it seemed that luck was on his side.

Now to dispose of the body...

Nickel picked up Lightbulb's unmoving form and dragged it across to the door before he stopped.

What the hell was he doing? There was no way he was getting out of this scot-free. Someone would definitely see him.

Do it. What are you, a pussy?

Damn it. The voices taunted him so now he was obligated prove it wrong, those bastards. That sucks.

Nickel decided to throw Lightbulb's body out the window, that is, until he realized that 1. That didn't do anything to hide the body, and 2. The body dropped right next to a window where everybody could see it.

However, Nickel could not give two shits as he was getting really lucky today for some reason. That, combined with the fact that everybody in this hotel probably had a combined IQ of 24, made Nickel feel more assured.