Hunger Hotel (II AU)

I won't miss your non-existent voice

(TW: Blood, Gore, Death, Burning, Murder)

(Peppers perspective)

Pepper had been sobbing in her room since Salt died. She didn't know if it had been days, but she knew she needed to leave. She needed to leave. Salt wouldn't even pity her if she saw her like this. What would Salt do? She would leave right?

She forced herself off her bedsheets. She hated the feeling in her stomach, so empty, nothing in it at all. The floor was cold, contrast to the warm bed she had been used to. She staggered to the door, but hesitated. She remembered something. A memory broken and charred, but the main point remained. 

She turned around and reached under her bed. She felt a box, and she pulled it out. Opening it 

revealed a single cookie. It was old and molding, and she tried to remember why it was there. Pepper remembered playing a game with Salt and two other people a long time ago. They had a cookie, and hid it for fun around the room. It was silly and childish, and she didn't remember the faces of the other two people in the room. She remembered hiding it, and pretending to forget where she hid it, wanting to eat it with Salt later, keeping it away from the others. 

"I wish I could still share this with you Salty Salt....."

She tried not to sob. After a few minutes of holding back tears she ate the cookie. Salt wouldn't want her to die. She immediately felt sick after eating it, but not just sick. She felt like she had eaten something else too. She tried not to throw up, but could barely hold herself together.

She got up and walked to the door, before stumbling out into the hallways. The hotel felt so... empty. Like there was no one left. But she knew that wasn't true. She tried to remember if there was any other source of food in the house, but she couldn't think of anything.

The closest thing she could think of was an Easter egg collection she had smuggled above the cupboards, but those would definitely have gone rotten by now. But.... any food was something. 

She walked down the stairs, but she felt queasy, and nearly threw up, releasing her hold on the handhold. She tripped forward, and she knew was going to die as her heels flew above her head.

Salt wouldn't want this.

She smashed into the stairs, and tumbled down to the bottom, barely alive. Her eyes struggled to stay open, and she could see blood and gore upon the stairs. He head felt so horrible she could barely keep herself conscious. She felt herself slipping from herself, falling into a exhausted state, but she refused to give in. The people and words around her slurred and melted, and the world fell into a gray sludge. Her eyes shut from the pain and dizziness, but she refused to die. 

She felt people try to help her, but she knew deep inside she would be joining Salt. She couldn't safe herself. 

She lost consciousness, and after a few minutes, the other found she wouldn't be waking.

(Baseballs perspective)

Baseball saw Pepper die. He could've saved her, but he froze up. The trauma from Nickels death was reawakened, and scraped at his head for an hour after Peppers demise. It consumed his thoughts, and the others could see it too. He decided to leave the scene, and he walked upstairs to Tissues room. He opened the door and came inside, and saw Tissues sitting on the bed, bandages wrapped around his scarred face. 

"Tissues?"

Baseball realized just how tired, weak, and sore his voice was. Tissues faced him, but couldn't see him.