Hunger Hotel (II AU)

Mild Inconvenience

(TW: Blood)

(Cherrys perspective)

Everything had fallen apart. There was nothing he could do. He didn't know who to blame, so he blamed OJ. They were fine until OJ yelled at them, and then they got a fright. OJ pulled me away when I was so close. It's not my fault. 

It's his. 

And he's gonna pay for it.

(Cheesys perspective)

As he made his way to the nearby supermarket, he got a phone call. It was from... Trophy? He thought that was odd, but he answered anyway. 

"Hey! Why'd ya call?"

Cheesy answered cheerfully. 

"One of the Cherries DIED."

Cheesys grin faltered. He tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Why did-"

"DON'T YOU DARE MAKE SOME UNFUNNY, INSENSITIVE JOKE. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU THINK SAYING A TERRIBLE, APATHETIC JOKE IS A GOOD IDEA AFTER SOMEONE DIES."

Trophy hung up. Cheesy winced, but got distracted as he arrived at the supermarket. He got out the car, and stopped in his tracks as he saw the sign on the window. 'CLOSED PERMANENTLY'. This was the nearest supermarket. The other one was... pretty far away. He got back in his car, and began to head back to the hotel, knowing this was a very inefficient trip.

When he arrived back at the hotel, he looked around the property. Something caught his eye. The woodchipper. It was soaked in blood. He felt sick. He walked to the hotel entrance, and noticed bloody handprints on the door. He decided to go around the back of the hotel. He entered through the back entrance, and saw Trophy. He looked tired, and noticed Cheesy. He glared at Cheesy as he walked over to him. Trophy opened his mouth to say something, but Cheesy interrupted. 

"What happened...?"

Trophy sighed.

"One of the Cherries fell in the woodchipper, and the other one got their hands blended while trying to get them out."

Cheesys face was full of horror. 

He walked past Trophy and went upstairs, to his room.

The stairs had blood on them.

He walked to OJs room, and knocked on the door. He heard a quiet "enter", and opened the door. OJ was sitting on the bed, his face in his hands. Cheesy felt bad, but didn't know how to make anything better.

"Uh, do you think you can take more bad news?"

OJ glanced up. He sighed, then nodded.

"The supermarket is permanently shut down."

(Tissues perspective)

He had seen the entire scene unfold, and he felt incredibly sick. And he always felt sick, but now was worse. He was on the verge of throwing up, but he was too weak to get up. Soap would kill him- wrong choice of words- yell at him if he threw up on the couch. Across the room, Baseball and Nickel were on the other couches, looking equally sick. He glanced at the blood on the floor, and threw up. Nickel and Baseball looked away as Tissues emptied his stomach. After a minute, he got up and began cleaning the couch. He didn't want to burden Soap with more responsibilities. 

"Tissues!"

Tissues glanced towards who said his name. It was Salt. Salt walked up to him.

"Y'know, earlier, when you sneezed on the stairs, I could've, like, fallen! So be more careful you disgusting germ."

Tissues was taken aback by this snarky attitude. He glared sharply at her. Then he promptly sneezed on her. She yelped, and he heard Nickel snicker. 

"YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER!"

She punched him square in the face, and he was thrown back. He tumbled off the couch, and his face was crumpled. Salt gasped as she realised what she'd done. Nickel and Baseball leaped off the couch they were on and helped Tissues sit up.

"WHAT THE FUCK SALT?!"

Nickel screamed at her. Blood began dripping from Tissues mouth. He was dizzy and nauseous, and he couldn't see. Test Tube, Lightbulb, Microphone, Paintbrush, and... Pepper. Pepper gawped at the scene before her. Salt ran upstairs. The remaining people downstairs tried to help Tissues. He passed out. 

A few hours later, he woke. His face ached, and he couldn't see anything. He knew someone was there, but he wasn't sure who. He tried to stand up, but he was gently held down.

"Tissues? Are you alright?"

It was Trophy. He sounded tired. 

"I can't see anything..."

Tissues admitted. 

"Stupid bitch.... I can't believe she punched you for sneezing..."

Tissue nodded. He had no control over his random sneezing, and what she did was a huge overaction. He tried sitting up again, but Trophy didn't let him.

"You should rest."

"I want to give her what she deserves for doing this to me."

Trophy listened, and waited a moment before speaking. 

"You shouldn't get up. You can't even see her."

"Besides,"

"I can do it for you."

(OJs perspective)

It had been a few hours since he had received news of the supermarket closing. Thinking about it made him anxious. The nearest supermarket was in a town, but it would take too long to get there and back. 

He wondered why he decided to put his hotel in the middle of nowhere, and the only reason he could think of was that it was close to the Inanimate Insanity showgrounds, but that's it. No nearby hospital, no nearby town, and now, no nearby supermarket. He had no idea what the hotel residents were going to eat. 

He had an odd memory. He remembered something Baseball told him about. Something about Yin Yang. He flinched as he remembered. Baseball had told him that once Yang ate another contestant. He began to worry how soon long would be before Yang got hungry enough to do it again. He thought he should check the cupboards, to see how much food they had left. 

He got up, off his bed, and began to walk downstairs. He held onto the railing, still anxious about the possibility of someone else dying. When he reached the bottom, he walked to the kitchen, and opened the cupboard. Nothing. Nothing at all. He was confused. How come there was nothing? We hadn't really eaten that much food had we? He checked the fridge. Some rotten fruit. But nothing else. He closed the fridge and went back upstairs to his room. 

He saw that it was getting late, so he decided to go to bed early. He got ready for bed and fell asleep. 

His dream was full of blood.

(yay I finished another chapter!!!)

(1040 words excluding this section)