(TW: blood, gore, death, murder, rotting, maggots, drowning, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, self harm, su1cide)
MePhone, MePad, and Taco oddly disappeared, and Knife and Suitcase are away doing their final challenge. The hotel residents are uneasy...
Paintbrush walked to the site of yesterday's "incident". The woodchipper was still soaked in blood and gore, and they'd been tasked to clean it up. OJ was too shaken up to, Soap was busy with Cherry, Nickel and Baseball were looking after Tissues after Salt punched him, Paper was trying, and failing, to clean himself, and everyone else just gave random excuses. So Paintbrush had to.
They walked up to the woodchipper, and immediately felt nauseous. Bones stuck out of the machine, and chunks on meat were stuck to the blades. Paintbrush remembered what they had to do. Clean the woodchipper, remove the body parts, then bury them. Paintbrush winced. This is not going to be fun.
Paintbrush began removing the bones, and putting them in a bucket OJ had given them for this task. A horrible crunching sound came from the machine. Paintbrush realised it might still be on. They checked the side, and the light was on. Paintbrush turned it off. Then they went back to removing the bones. After a few minutes, they began removing the blood and gore. Paintbrush felt sick. Paintbrush turned their head away from the machine and threw up on the grass. Then went back to the task.
After an hour, they had removed all the bones and organs, put them in the bucket, and hosed the machine down. Paintbrush picked up the bucket and walked to the back of the building. There was a bin that all the corpses were stored in, and it was emptied every month. Paintbrush tipped the contents of the bucket into it, then went inside to clean themself.
Something rustled in the bushed near the bin. Paintbrush turned around. Was it an animal? It sounded too big, unless it was a wolf. Paintbrush walked over to the bush, and looked in it. Whatever it was had run away.
Paintbrush walked back to the hotel, then walked inside. Paintbrush got some odd looks by Nickle, Pickle, Yin Yang, Bomb, and Fan. Fan walked over to them.
"Uh, why do you have blood on your hands...?"
Fan asked nervously. Paintbrush sighed.
"I had to clean up Cherrys body because no one else would."
Fan nodded, and looked relieved. Paintbrush continued walking to their room, and nearly walked into Pepper.
"HEY-!"
Pepper saw the blood on their hands and gasped, before running away. Paintbrush walked into their room, and washed their hands. The noticed a small streak of blood in their hair, and tried to wash it out, but it was stained.
(Soaps perspective)
Soap had the joy of looking after the angry, resentful Cherry, and she decided she needed a break. The Cherry was muttering angrily under his breath, and she was tired of hearing this furious whispering.
"Cherry. I'm going outside. Do you think you're going to be alright on your own?"
The Cherry looked at her. His eyes were dark and hateful.
"Yes. Just bring me some food when you get back. I'm ravenous."
Soap realised just how hungry she was. She hadn't eaten in a day, as she was looking after this unstable, angry, monster of a kid. She nodded, then left. Her hunger was forgotten as she remembered something. Today she was going to try a new hobby. Flying. She had gotten Test Tube to build her a mini plane, and she was going to go flying. She went downstairs, and saw Test Tube sitting on a couch. She walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Huh?"
Test Tube turned around to face her, the green liquid inside her swirling.
"Is the plane ready for me yet?"
She asked, knowing there was a chance it wasn't. Test Tube had built it in a month, and she was shocked by how fast that was.
"Um, yeah I think it's ready!"
Test Tube hopped off the couch and walked to the back of the hotel, Soap following close behind. Test Tube walked out the hotel, and began checking the plane was ready for flight. After a few minutes, Test Tube called Soap over. Soap walked over, and Test Tube gave her a quick briefing of things. Then she climbed in the plane, and started it up. She carefully followed the instructions, and took off.
The wind against her face was rejuvenating. She glided up in the air, and flew around the hotel. She saw people looking through windows at her, and she went towards the trees.
She soared over the trees for a few minutes, until she heard a beeping sound. It said her fuel was low, and she was deadly close to running out of fuel. Suddenly, a loud sound came from the machine, and her plane began to go into a nosedive. She screamed, and smashed into the ground. A jolt of pain, then darkness.
(Nickels perspective)
Nickel saw her fall. They all did. But he was the first to race out of the hotel. He ran towards where she'd landed. After a few minutes of running, he saw the plane. Crumpled and bent, the nose deep in the ground. The plane was still making beeping sounds, which made him hope she was alive. Nickel ran over to the plane, and he heard Test Tube yell something at him from behind him. Then the beeping stopped.
And the plane exploded.
He was engulfed in flames, and thrown to the ground.
He didn't wake up.
(Baseballs perspective)
Baseball saw Nickel die. He saw Nickel run to the plane, and then it exploded. The blast hit Baseball, throwing him back. But he lived. And hours later, after the fires stopped, he could see Nickels body, melted and soft, his limbs and face charred and burnt.
Baseball had a few injuries, such as a twisted ankle and a small scratch, but nothing was bigger than the injury the adorned his mind. Nickel was dead.
Paintbrush had been designated the job of cleaning up the bodies, and everyone else cleaned the area. But Baseball sat aside, unable to listen and understand anyone else. He stayed where he was. He heard Test Tube say something like "....he might have brain damage, or he's coping with the loss...." but the words didn't matter to him. All he knew was one thing.
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