(TW: Blood, gore, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, rotting, maggots)
(Cheesys perspective)
Cheesy was forced to endure horrors. Microphone, Pickle, and Paintbrush forced parts of Fans corpse down his throat and he couldn't take it. He threw up twice, tried running away four times, and still they kept trying. He screamed and cried and his mind began to crumple.
The three crazys had given up on trying, and had locked him in a spare hotel room. The same one that Paintbrush had stored Lightbulbs corpse in, and he could smell it. They'd decided to leave him there until he started, or finished eating Lightbulbs body, and he would rather starve. He didn't know how long it had been. A day? Two? Three?
Cheesy looked out the window. The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky. Too nice for the circumstances. He felt his hunger grow, spreading through his mind. He would not eat. But he didn't want to die. He was trapped in an awful cycle of pain and hunger.
He needed to eat.
He got off the bed. He looked towards the bath. Lightbulb was rotting and flies were swarming her. He could see maggots, and tried not to be sick. He couldn't eat her if he wanted to. This was too much.
Too much.
Too much.
The door opened, and Paintbrush walked in. Cheesy backed away from them.
"It's been four days. Eat. Or I'll make you."
Panic surged through his head and he backed away, into a wall. Paintbrush walked towards him, and grabbed his arms. Cheesy began to shake, and tried to get out of their grip. He was dragged into the bathroom. Paintbrush removed a piece of Lightbulbs carcass, and Cheesy could see maggots in it. Paintbrush shoved Cheesy to the floor, forcefully opened his mouth, and shoved the flesh inside.
He couldn't remember what happened, but Paintbrush seemed to be happy. His mind was foggy, and he felt sick. The world seemed to blur. He felt like he was underwater.
As his mind went back to normal, he heard Paintbrush speak.
"Good job! You ate it! But you should have some more."
Cheesy shook his head, but Paintbrush grabbed another chunk of flesh.
"Eat up."
Paintbrush shoved the meat in his mouth, and his mind went foggy again. He passed out.
A few hours later he woke on the spare hotel rooms bed. There was a metallic taste in his mouth. It tasted like blood. He sat up, and the room seemed to churn and swirl, blurry and broken. It took a few moments to compose himself, as he tried to remember what happened. He knew he'd eaten it. He stood up and got off the bed, and nearly fell over. He was unstable and nauseous, his vision strange. He sat down on the bed and waited for himself to go back to normal.
Half an hour later, he got up, feeling better. He walked to the bathroom, slightly curious to see how much he had eaten-
Lightbulb had no head.
Did I really eat that much-? Did Paintbrush eat some-?
He went back to the bed, and lay on his back. He lay there until he heard the door open. He looked up and saw Microphone and Paintbrush.
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Hunger Hotel (II AU)
Fanfic(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...
