Week 6

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week another set of bodies, and now, the guests aren't the only ones dying in this hotel. At this point it seems as though something is attacking the nonguests of this hotel. What's attacking them, however, no one seems to know. But surely you can all find out before more people die, right?

No new floors open up this week, but people will find on Sunday that the locked door on the first floor is now unlocked. It's a good time as any to see what's behind it.

10 guests remain]


[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

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Comments

[theduck]

If you want to go through every setting on there to find it, be my guest. Just don't point it at me again!

[darnsitall]

What happens if I try this one...?

[She turns one of the knobs and fires it at the animatronic again... and its moustache doubles in size.]

[theduck]

...On second thought, maybe I’ll just find something to shave with.

[darnsitall]

No, no! This is all my fault so I should be the one to fix it!

[She's messing with several buttons and knobs as she speaks, and the device starts to make a strange whining noise.]

[theduck]

[He’s just gonna... go hide behind the other side of his bed. Hopefully out of the blast radius. He narrowly avoided death once in this conversation, he’s not up for it again.]

Well, best of luck with that, then! Hope it works out!

[darnsitall]

Wait, do you hear somethi-

[POW. The gun expels a large beam of moustache-shaped light that cuts a large swath through Donald's room. Amazingly, Sally managed to keep a hold of it until it finally dies down, leaving a trail of moustaches on most of the furniture.]

...I didn't mean for that to happen!

[theduck]

[He waits several long seconds after the explosion clears out before cautiously peeking his head up and then just. Closes his eyes. And slides back down to the floor.

He's going to be lying there for a while.]

You don't think the new guy would be able to clean this up the same way Rod could've, do you.

[He's nice and all, but right now Donald would take Rod and his ability to just banish shit to the Twilight Zone over a relatively useless dad, no questions asked.]

[darnsitall]

[Sally finally puts the gun down]

No, he doesn't seem like he has the kind of powers the Narrator does.

[And she can't resist the urge to touch the facial hair growing on the bedspread.]

...At least they're very well-kept?

[theduck]

He certainly didn't seem to handle the last trial very well.

[but who can blame him]

Well-kept? I don't want to sleep on a bed covered in hair! I don't even want to be in this room!

[Is it against the rules to sleep in the hallway?]