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II - vile

Synopsis - Balloon isn't allowed into the hotel, but he still lingers, desperately waiting to be let inside.

CONTENT WARNING: vomiting, rotting food, suicidal ideation, overall mistreatment

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It all seemed to be going okay. Everyone crammed themselves through the tall, welcoming doors of the bright and new 'Hotel OJ', screaming, mesmerised by the place - the fact that they now could freely live here for as long as they liked was perfect. They could practically live the rest of their lives in pure luxury and wealth.

Balloon was stood at the back of the crowd - he was equally as excited, but he was forcefully pushed to the back with uneasy grimaces directed at him. Well, soon, this was all going to blow over and everyone was going to not hate him anymore. Wishful thinking. It would take more than that to remedy the antipathy of those who wanted to boil him alive over an open flame.

Before Balloon could trek through the front doors, someone intersected his path - it was OJ, the hotel's STUPID owner.

"Hello, uhm, Balloon," OJ spat, speaking Balloon's name as if it were an insult.

"Hey OJ! Uhh, can I go in now?" he responded, peering passed him, where Balloon could see many contestants happily mingling. Oh, he wished he could be like that with everyone else.

"Well, no," he exclaimed, bluntly, an annoyed expression creeping onto his face.

"Wait, what? Wasn't this hotel made for everyone?!" Balloon said. This felt unfair. He couldn't fend for himself in wilderness. Taco could. He couldn't. He was weak. And unintelligent.

"Oh, yes, everyone BUT you." OJ asserted, demeaningly, "Listen, you have been really rude this whole season, no one here likes you and I doubt you like them, so just go somewhere else, I am sure you will be able to find somewhere"

"Whaa?!! OJ please, do not kick me out!! I'll be good, I swear!! I'll do anything!" The weird, angered stares he was getting from inside were not helping at all.

"No. Just no. Listen to me. It is a NO." Before anyone could mutter another word the door was slammed and a sharp BANG resonated. For a good minute, Balloon did not move - he felt embarrassed, he felt small, he felt like a no one.

He did not have anywhere else to go. Did OJ and everyone just expect him to leave? Absolutely not. He was going to stay and be very stubborn. No matter what, one day he will stay in the hotel. Maybe he should have started off with a 'sorry', he thought. Heh, OJ wouldn't have even listened to that, he never does anymore. It seems as if everyone is jumping at any opportunity to degrade and humiliate him further.

A thought occurred to him. Does he even know where he is? The hotel is in the middle of nowhere. Great. Even if he tried, he wouldn't even be able to find a new place to stay.

Outside the hotel, there was a huge dumpster that was empty. Would he really resort to living in a dumpster??? Yes, yes he would. He trotted unhurriedly over to the bin and hooked his fingers onto the front handle and pulled himself up and stepped in. It was deep. And kind of clean.

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Lord, life like this was absolutely disgusting. Balloon hated it so much. OJ had definitely realised that Balloon was now living in his trash, but did not say anything, only shooting nauseated looks his way. It made Balloon feel the worst. This was not going to help with the way the other contestants thought of him.

Over the past few weeks, he had spent a lot of it either sleeping on trash bags, peeking through the windows on the hotel and observing what everyone was doing or thinking about food and drink. The worst part about being abandoned by OJ was that they did not give him anything to eat or drink at all. He was famished and parched and could not really do anything about it.

Unless he just ate the garbage.

The idea of that made Balloon want to curl over and puke. But this might be something that he would have to do. If OJ did not let him in for another 2 or 3 weeks, then he would just have to eat the rotting food.

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It was really leading to this, wasn't it? Over the past couple days, he had been becoming much more slow and sleepy and he struggled to move his joints without an immense pain surging throughout his body.

The sky was a looming jet black and only a few stars stay glowing - everyone was asleep, but before they all went to bed, OJ delivered him an all new trash bag containing the night before last night's pizza from the pizza party. The party was thrown to celebrate Lightbulb's birthday, and since she likes pizza it was an obvious decision. During all of it, Balloon still stayed within the confines of his begrimed dumpster. He could tell so many creepy crawlies and rodents dwelled within his abode, but he did not really mind. Who was he to kick them out?

He lay along the black bags and fidgeted with his palms, at an alarmingly slow pace. He his eyes were locked onto the bag containing the remains of pizza. The pizza could not be that old, right? He was going to be okay if he ate it, right? He breathed in and out promptly, before shifting himself and pulling his hands over to the bag.

Yuck. It was covered with garbage juices. It made him gag and turn away for a moment. He stomached the wretched stench and ripped it, with the little strength he had remaining in his arms. Inside were a few soggy, crusty boxes of pizza. Balloon picked one out hastily. Was he finally going to get food after only one month!!??

He hinged open the container. He put his hand on one of the two slices. No matter that it smelt bad or that there was mould growing, HE WAS FINALLY GOING TO BE ABLE TO EAT SOMETHING!!!! He put the piece of food into his mouth and bit down slowly. It tasted good to him. The feeling he got after swallowing made his skin crawl and a terrible, worrying pit in his stomach surfaced. He did not care all that much, though.

Quickly, he forced the whole thing into his mouth and felt satisfied. This was the first time in a while that he had actually felt fine, he felt good.

The rush of positive emotion hastily came to a screeching halt. Something inside his body did not agree with what he had just consumed. His heart rate rose, he started to uncontrollably breathe in and out and his complexion growing paler and paler, sweat dripping down his face. He shot his palm over his mouth, and held his breath sharply. He wanted to die. He hated this. He hated living like this. Why was he mean back then? Why did he have to be manipulative? Why did he try to appease people?

Before long, something bad was swelling within his throat. Nothing was going to stop it. He had to tug his hand away from his mouth; just as he did that, he puked. It was so fucking disgusting. Immediately afterwards, he passed out. He hated himself. He wished that he could just die, forever, at this moment.

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"Yeah, after he didn't let me stay in, I was annoyed and I was stubborn, so I rested in his dumpster for a month," Balloon exclaimed, giggling slightly, skipping over the repulsive details.

"What??" Suitcase was just confused. How was OJ not arrested? How was that allowed?

"It's all okay though!! I got invited to Season 2, and now you are here," those words made Suitcase smile. It made her feel quite happy that she meant something to him.

"I guess, yeah,"

"I've mostly forgotten about it anyway. Who would want to remember something so vile?"