Hunger Hotel (II AU)

We're both going to suffer.

(TW: Blood, gore, cannibalism)

(Papers perspective)

Paper woke up in the forest, and he felt pain from the second he woke. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he knew it had been at least a day. He looked at himself and tried to hold himself back from screaming. He was missing half his body, and he was soaking wet. It must've been raining, because the ground was damp, but he didn't care. He was missing half of his entire body, and he could see blood all over the ground. 

He tried to sit up, and winced in pain, before lying down again. There was nothing he could do but lie down and listen, and after a while he heard something. Something was in the bushes, and it was getting closer. He tried to sit up and pull himself away, but he stopped trying as pain surged through his body. 

The creature came out of the bushes, and it turned out to be a huge wolf. It walked over to Paper, and smelt him, looking at the blood. Its breath made him twinge, as it was hot and smelt like rotting meat. The wolf opened its mouth and began to try to eat him, but Paper tried to push it away. It snarled and sunk its teeth into his hand. Paper yelled and tried to pull himself away, but the wolf put a paw on his chest and continued to eat him alive. He screamed and watched as his hand was devoured by the wolf. 

After a few minutes, the wolf left, leaving him. He was missing most his body, and barely alive. His eyes closed after a minute and he passed out. 

(Paintbrushs perspective)

Paintbrush found it both stupid and ridiculous that a day after they forced Trophy into a room after killing someone, they were in his place. They didn't bother resist as Bomb forced them up the stairs and into the room where they tried to keep Trophy before he jumped out the window.  The window was still smashed and the bedsheets were thrown around the room. But now this was Paintbrushs room. Bomb left the room, locking it behind him. Paintbrush would only have to stay here for a few days. But they didn't even know if they were going to survive those few days before they starved. 

Their mind was crumbling already. And their body was too. Their stomach ached, their hands wouldn't stop shaking, and they winced at every move. They needed something to eat, and at this point, they would eat anything. 

They sat on their bed for a few hours, before the door unlocked. It was Lightbulb. She walked inside, closing and locking the door behind her, before walking over to Paintbrush.

"Uh, are you doing all right?"

Lightbulb tried to be positive, but Paintbrush could tell it was not real. 

She's lost nearly all hope too.

Paintbrush sighed before answering. 

"I'm starving to death and I'm going to eat whatever I see next."

As if on purpose, Baxter poked out of under the bed and scuttled over to Lightbulb. The crab climbed up her, then sat on her head. Paintbrush didn't think it would be a good idea to do what they'd said they would. Lightbulb looked at Baxter, then pulled him off her head and held him tightly. 

"I wasn't serious."

Paintbrush weakly replied. They felt so much guilt, despite not being legitimate about what they said. Lightbulb still looked traumatized. Something clicked in Paintbrushs head. The door was locked. And there was two food sources right in front of them. Paintbrush came to their senses seconds after that horrific idea.