Hunger Hotel (II AU)

Remains

(TW: Blood, gore, cannibalism, rotting)

(Pickles perspective)

Pickles eyes slowly opened, and he sat up. He was in a small room, and there wasn't much in it. He assumed it was a spare room. There was two beds, one Pickle was sitting on, and the other had the sheets messed up. Between the beds sat Bomb, on a chair. Bomb looked up at Pickle and smiled. 

"H-h-h-hey P-p-p-pickle."

Pickle sat up on his bed and rubbed his sore head. He immediately was hit with an aching hunger. He groaned in pain and looked at Bomb.

"Hey Bomb. How long have I been unconscious?"

Bomb seemed to twitch a bit at the question, and it took him a few moments to reply.

"D-d-days? I d-d-d-don't k-k-k-know..."

Pickle sighed. He got up off the bed, and Bomb stood up off the chair. Pickle walked to the door, opened it, and began to go down the stairs. He held on tightly to the railing, and Bomb followed behind him. He got to the bottom of the stairs and saw something odd. A few splatters of blood by the door. He walked over to the door and opened it, and gasped at the sight. 

Cheesy was shaking Fan, trying to wake him up. Fans face was ripped and torn, blood dripping from the cuts and tears in the paper. Cheesy was missing most of his leg, and had a chunk removed from the side of his head. He was soaked in blood.

"CHEESY?! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

Cheesy looked up, terror in his eyes. 

"Marshmallow randomly showed up and started attacking me! Fan tried to stop her but...."

Cheesy glanced at Fans face. Bomb rushed past Pickle and looked at Fan. Bomb glanced at Pickle, and they both understood one thing. Fan was dead. 

Pickle suddenly had an idea.

A sick idea. 

But nevertheless, a bit of a good one.

"Cheesy. Bomb. We all know Fan is dead. But I have a good idea."

"It'll solve two problems."

"Our large number of corpses."

"And our hunger."

(Microphones perspective)

Microphone had finished eating Cherry and Yin Yang. And that was a problem. She was full, sure, but what would she do when she was hungry again? She'd need something to eat. So she decided to do something before she got hungry. 

She was anxious walking through the forest. The clouds were dark, and she knew she would be screwed if it rained. She needed to find shelter, and she knew where to go. Back to the hotel. But she had no idea where the hotel was. 

"I need to find the hotel... maybe I could see it from the top of a tall tree!"

She didn't care about how crazy she might sound talking to herself. There was no one there to call her crazy anyways. She found a tall tree and tried to climb, but she got a bit stuck halfway up. There were no stable branches above her, and she wasn't going to go looking or another tree. She scaled the trunk of the tree, wincing as the sharp branches stabbed at her side. Her claw-like fingers dug into the trunk, and her legs kept her from slipping. After a few minutes, she had climbed to the top. She looked over the forest, and saw a hint of orange in the distance. She focused her eyes and made sure that was really the hotel. She climbed down, and began walking in the general direction she had seen the hotel.