Hunger Hotel (II AU)

Just devour.

(TW: Blood, gore, drowning, forced cannibalism, maggots, rotting, poisoning)

(Papers perspective)

Paper was unlucky, but not as unlucky as Cheesy. Paintbrush came in a few hours later, woke Cheesy up, made forced him to eat more of Lightbulbs rotting corpse. They got him to eat the whole arm, and Paper could tell he was going into a sort of mindless state after a few minutes. Paper waited for Paintbrush to finish torturing Cheesy.

After a while Paintbrush threw Cheesy onto the bed, and turned to Paper.

"Your turn."

Paper was too weak to back away, and Paintbrush dragged him into the bathroom. Paintbrush ripped off one of Lightbulbs legs with a sickening crack and squelch, and began to tear it into smaller pieces. Without warning, they stopped and shoved one of the chunks of flesh into Papers mouth, and held it shut. Paper felt the maggots squirming and wriggling, but couldn't do anything about it except swallow. He began to cry as Paintbrush grabbed another hunk of meat, and force it into his mouth. He swallowed again. The smell, taste, and feel was sickening, and as Paintbrush grabbed another piece, Paper threw up. Paintbrush turned around, and laughed calmly. 

"How about we wash that off."

Paper yelled as he was lifted up by one of his arms, and Paintbrush turned the sink on. Paper was shoved into the water, and felt himself disintegrating. Paintbrush held them under the cold water, and he began to run out of air. Blood began to fill the sink, and Paper began to get more and more weak.

After a minute all that remained was a sink full of blood, which Paintbrush drained. 

(Bombs perspective)

Bomb had been camping in a tall tree, not very far away from the hotel. Just far enough away you couldn't see him from the hotel, but he could see the hotel easily. Something was below him, whether it be a wolf or something else he didn't know. But he didn't dare go down right now. As night began to fall he became hungry. He needed food. Real food. Not anything Paintbrush or Microphone would try to give him. 

He slowly climbed down the tree, and checked his surroundings. He found nothing, but decided not to let his guard down. He walked through the trees and found a berry bush. The berries were an inky black, and the flowers were light purple and black. 

He debated whether to eat the berries, but decided yes. He picked some of the berries and ate them. They were slightly sweet, and he kept eating them. 

He decided to walk back to the tree, but he began to get a headache. He decided to sit down, and his vision became blurry. His hands began getting rashes, and he winced. He felt sick, and threw up, and he could see there were berries in the vomit. He tried to remember what kinds of berries were poisonous, but his mind became foggy. But he knew he recognised those berries in the back of his mind. 

Black berries. Light purple flowers.

Black berries. Light purple flowers. 

Bomb realised he'd been eating Belladonna, better known as Deadly Nightshade.

He lay on his back and felt himself lose consciousness. 

(Paintbrushs perspective)

Paintbrush didn't care about trying to convert the others to cannibalism as much as Microphone did. Paintbrush simply wanted more food. The only person here other than Paintbrush and Microphone was Cheesy. And Microphone would probably be upset if they killed Cheesy without a good reason, so they were a bit conflicted. 

They sat on the couch, and wondered how many people were even alive. Paintbrush, Microphone, and Cheesy. They didn't know whether Marshmallow of Bomb were alive, nor did they really care. 

A knock at the door.

Paintbrush knew it would be Marshmallow. 

They got up, off the couch, and quickly went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, before walking to the front door. They opened it, and unsurprisingly, Marshmallow stood in the doorway. She had blood on her hands, mouth, and general face, and she looked tired. She was about to jump forwards, but Paintbrush stabbed the knife into her face, and threw her to the ground. They began stabbing her with the knife repeatedly, until she went still. 

"MICROPHONE!"

Paintbrush yelled, and Microphone came down the stairs a few seconds later. She walked over to Marshmallows body, and sighed. 

"I said capture her, not kill her."

Microphone looked at Paintbrush, and she seemed annoyed. 

"Well too bad. We needed more food anyways."

Paintbrush was not going to apologize for getting more food.

"Sigh.... you're useless...."

Microphone muttered under her breath. Paintbrush felt rage beginning to bubble up inside them. 

"What did you say."

Paintbrush hissed through gritted teeth. Paintbrushs bristles began to whistle, and they felt a bit warm.

"I said, YOU'RE USELESS."

Microphone was getting angry.

Paintbrush lost it. Their bristles turned to fire, and their fingers clutched the knife tighter.

They thrust the knife into Microphone. 

Paintbrush stabbed her, again and again. 

Microphone fell to the ground.

Paintbrush felt no guilt.

(826 words excluding this part)

(Short chapter because the next chapter will be the end!!!)