Hunger Hotel (II AU)

Revenge and Other Good Things

(TW: Blood, gore, very descriptive death ;3)

(Lightbulbs perspective)

Out of everyone here, Lightbulb was the most positive. Yes, there's no food. Yes, people are dying. But Lightbulb was determined to look at the bright side. But she was realising there was little to no bright side. So Lightbulb would have to be the bright side. 

She was sitting on her bed, trying to think of good things that have come from this situation, but she couldn't even think of one. She decided to go look for Paintbrush, then stopped when she realised they were probably cleaning up OJs corpse. So she decided to check on Test Tube. 

She got off her bed and left her room, trying to remember which room Test Tube was in. Oh. Test Tubes room. She walked through the hallways to Test Tubes room, and knocked on the door. She heard a quiet "enter", and she opened the door. Fan was sitting on Test Tubes bed, and next to him, was an unconscious Test Tube.

Test Tube had cracks all over her glass exterior, and she was only a quarter full of her unknown green liquid. She had a cork on the top of her, to stop whatever's left of the liquid from draining out. 

Fan was slightly stained from crying, having dark patches on his face. He looked exhausted, and his tired eyes glanced at Lightbulb. She closed the door behind her and walked over to Fan. 

"So... uh... how's Test Tube doing?"

Lightbulb tried to start up conversation, but struggled a bit. Fan sighed and properly looked at Lightbulb. 

"She's dying, and without proper medical care, there's nothing we can do. Bomb reckons she won't live for longer than a few hours. So, in summary, terrible."

Lightbulb was stunned. Test Tube was probably going to die in a few hours??? And there was nothing we could do??? She didn't know how to reply after hearing this. She just stood there for a few seconds, paralyzed in shock. Then her voice came back to her.

"Nothing we can do...?"

Her voice had become weak and quiet, and every ounce of hope she had before disappeared. She understood Fans tired, hopeless voice, now knowing that one of her friends was going to die and the was nothing anyone could do. 

After a few moments Fans tired voice filled the air.

"Nothing at all."

(Paintbrushs perspective)

Paintbrush kept hearing something rustling in the bushes. It was not an animal, but they had no idea what else it could be. Why did it hide itself? It seemed almost like an object, whatever it was. It was always near the corpse bin, and Paintbrush wondered if it was taking things from it. 

After hearing it again for the fifth time, Paintbrush jumped into the bushes and barely managed to grab it. It attacked them, and yelled, throwing them into the dirt. I was definitely an object, and they saw flashes of.... white and black. Yin Yang? It began ripping at the skin on Paintbrushs leg, and they screamed. 

"STOP STOP PLEASE!"

Paintbrush realised that wasn't them. It sounded like Yin. Paintbrush sat up and saw Yin Yang, yelling at themself.