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* 2nd person's P.O.V
You watched as all of the guests were arriving. Tattletail got out of his bus " Oh boy! I can't wait for food." The literature club comes out of their buses, Satori smiled " I'm so exited for the party." Naruki moaned " Satori shut up. You keep saying that." Kirby was arriving in a spaceship and he parked his ship on the grass. Edd and his friends gets out of their bus and Tom said " Yeah! Bring on the beers." Everyone was getting out of their ride and walked towards the hotel. There was doorman and he smiled " Good evening ladies and gentleman." He opens the front door " Welcome to the Hotel." Everyone walks through the door, there was a maid with a broom. She said " Greetings! Please follow me to the third floor." The maid said " You were all expected for dinner at eight o'clock." Tattletail said " Oh boy I'm starving." Ayano said to him " Don't keep your hopes up." The maid leads them inside an elevator and she presses to third floor. You noticed a top floor button "Can we go to the top floor?." The maid said " No! No one is allowed on the top floor." Everyone thought that was creepy. Yingyang said " That sounds scary."
* Time Skip
The maid stopped at a door " This room is for the men. There's suits in the closet for you to wear for dinner " The maid opens the door and all the boys went in. Ringo waves at them " See you at dinner boys." The maid closes the door and she said " Follow me to your room." The girls followed the maid to their room. She stopped at one point and said " This is where you'll be sleeping. There's dresses in the closet for you to wear for dinner." The girl walked in and the maid closed the door. Inside was fancy, There was a chandler and beds in their size.
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Yingyang's Hotel party
FanfictionWhen Yingyang and her friends are invited to a hotel party, Everyone drives to an old hotel and meets the manager. But there's more to the Hotel than what's on the surface. The owner said not to go to the top floor. But unfortunately, you went to th...
