Week 5

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Five deaths in one week, and almost half of the guests have died now. The Narrator is now claiming that the man who's trying to save all the guests is a cold-hearted killer, and he doesn't seem to be lying about this. But on the other hand, that doesn't explain why he continues to do any of this, or if he's even an entirely good guy here.

Whether you like it or not, tension is becoming unusually high in this hotel now.

But hey, at least you get a nice new floor to tide you over.

13 guests remain]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to fill in this week's Activity Check! The deadline is 11/01 @ 1 PM EST!}

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[greatwidesomewhere]

[Okay she doesn't even like this guy, but...]

...Monsieur Rod? What is going on, please?

[nocasetoobig]

[fuck that. He turns to Satan, bristling, and still clinging tightly to the cross]

What'd you do to him!?

[candlelightsflicker]

I didn’t do nuthin!

[nocasetoobig]

Well, who's he talking to!?

[candlelightsflicker]

I dunno!

[He can’t help but snicker.]

[keyofimagination]

[He doesn't even acknowledge Belle, like whatever is going on is too distracting to pull away from.]

I... I'll stop you... What do you want from me? If this is your attempt to intimidate me... Thanks, but I already have enough of that daily. You can leave now.

...What consequences?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[YEAH KYLO

Belle's listening, rapt and vaguely terrified by the one-sided exchange.]

[keyofimagination]

[Rod's expression is slowly growing more and more terrified as he continues.]

What? You're joking, you can't... Were you ever going to fulfill your end of the bargain?

I... It's not tacky...

[hallotween]

I bet it's really tacky.

1/2

[keyofimagination]

[Eff you too, Marnie.

Rod becomes increasingly distressed until he is frozen in pure fear.]

I... I...

[keyofimagination]

[And suddenly he cries out in agonizing pain. He drops to his knees, his face pained but... oddly enough after a tiny bit he begins morphing. Like he's changing into multiple people at once.

Soon, he body turns into TV static before suddenly vanishing completely.

The Narrator is gone.]

[hallotween]

... Cool.

[nocasetoobig]

[THE FUCK IS THIS

just clinging to his cross, eyes wide, and frozen as he stares at the...whatever the fuck this is]

[candlelightsflicker]

Wow, that was pretty spicy, huh, kids?

[theduck]

Wh— what happened to him? Where’d he go?!

[candlelightsflicker]

I dunno! I didn't do that, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Sat- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[He begins laughing, maniacally. His laughter gets deeper and deeper as his...head starts to flicker?]

[nocasetoobig]

[THROWS THE CROSS AT HIM]

[candlelightsflicker]

[The cross actually just lightly phases through him, as his laugh becomes more and more unhinged.

His appearance changes into that of a ghost in some sort of weird top hat, before he phases out of existence, leaving only a hatbox behind.]

[hallotween]

... [goes to open it]

[greatwidesomewhere]

[WOW BELLE DIDN'T LIKE ROD BUT SHE LIKES THIS EVEN LESS.....]

Marnie, be careful!

[candlelightsflicker]

[There is a scarf and a Black Flame Candle inside.]

[A raven flies into the chapel, observing the scene.]

[hallotween]

[well obvi she's putting the scarf on.

she lifts up the candle.] This summons the child-eating witches, right?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[well that was anticlimactic.]

[stenchus_rodentus]

...awfully childish for a magic act.

I suppose dousing us in some hidden supply of opium aids in the "realism".

[forgottenfounder]

N-narrator!

[Oswald instinctively rushes over to the spot where he drops to his knees, only reaching it when he's too late.

He can only fall to his own knees, hands touching the floor where there was static a moment ago.

He doesn't know what to say.]