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Welp, that’s how the story ends. After Suitcase won the show, there had been an empty void. Something that has never been healed, and now that I think about it. It was me and Suitcase’s rivalry with Nickel and Baseball. When season 3 was happening, we never made up. And even when Suitcase saved the fucking world from Cobs ridding it of nothing. They still never appreciated her, they just blanked that memory off and still treated her like a piece of shit. I’ll never accept that anymore, I put my foot down whenever they do stupid shit like that. I can no longer tolerate their bullcrap. If they go up to me and Suitcase with their intentions, I will punch them across their, dumb, brainless skulls…

Or I’ll just flake out, like I usually do. I’ve come to acceptance with that, I’m very weak, and easily punctureable. I’m not athletic either, it just comes naturally. But if I’m ever getting chased and I manage to escape, then that person better get an award for the least athletic person ever. Welp, I’m sitting in the OJ hotel by my lonesome. The blasting music punctured my eardrums, but I’ve come to terms about it at that point. The smell of booze, drugs and other substances fills the jumpy air around the establishment. The repetitive orange interior of the walls, floor and table cloth bores me to sleep as I slowly daze off.

“Balloon!” Suitcase shouts out with surprise and excitement. Her body tightens around mine as my hands slowly wrap around her waist.
“Sorry Suitcase, I almost had a heart attack,” I laugh, I did flinch out of my sleepy position.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she giggles with sympathy in her voice, scratching the back of her head.
“No no, it’s fine,” I giggle at her quick apologetic attitude.
“I didn’t expect you to be here, because I thought OJ didn’t really know…” she implied.
I understood her confusion, the last time she saw me and him together was when I got eliminated from season 2. Me and him weren’t off at the best note, we still aren’t, he pities me and only lets me in because he has too, (MePhone4.)

“Well, uh, he has to.” I scratch the back of my head in embarrassment.
“Oh ok. But what?” she was confused, I understood why, because me and OJ were on bad terms since season 2, but Mephone told him that he needs to let me stay there, because he is not having freezing contestants. It’s quite hard to contain a bunch like them, so the best way is the hotel I guess.
“Hey, do you want a drink,” I ask, she politely smiles.
“Sure, I can be down,” she inquires.
“I’ll order” I request, she giggles, “okay then.”

I got up to the orange table and poured some whiskey (her favourite,) into a shot. I know this because we went to a bar once. I grabbed another shot glass and poured some wine, because I felt a bit fancy. I slowly strode towards Suitcase with both shots in my hand and gave her the whiskey and sat by her side. She took a petite sip of the alcohol and placed her head up against the wall.
“Thank you,” she muttered, turning her eyes, at me.
I took a little sip of wine and I murmured, “Your welcome.”
Her smile rose to me and she dimmed her eyes and put her head on my shoulders, I chuckled a bit and patted her on the head.

“OY! You too!” a raspy British voice came into my ears, Suitcase’s head popped off my shoulders as the sudden volume change made her flinch. I looked up to see Nickel and Baseball with their arms crossed and a smirk on their faces.
“What are you doing poofter? Sucking a dildo or summit,” he laughed, " Baseball faintly snickered too.
“Nah, little gay boy is chilling with his slag,” Baseball proclaimed, this made my blood turn warm.
“Shush you two, leave us alone,” I uttered.
“Fuck off, you squeaky faggot,” Nickel commented, his smug expression turning into an arrogant mug.

I didn’t say anything back, Suitcase was looking down at the ground, she didn’t want to listen to what was happening, she wanted to disappear into her own world.
“Where are you looking at slut,” Baseball yelled, quickly scaring Suitcase, she continued to look down.
“She has no self-respect going with Balloon, he’s probably got a vagina,” Nickel remarked.
I decided to look down and show no reaction, he chuckled at my attempts to ignore him.
“OY Gay boy, how would you like it if I fucked your slut,” he whispered, his hand approaching Suicase, I grabbed him by the arm and flipped him onto his back, standing up to look at his vulnerable state.

“Dont fucking touch her you cunt!” I exclaimed, he shuffled backwards, as Baseball grabbed my collar from my back and chucked me back a couple meters, all eyes and attention was drawn to what was happening, Suitcase dug her back as far as she could into the wall, not wanting to be noticed in this event.
“You really fucked up this time,” Baseball smirked as he went in for a punch.
“STOP!” Mephone howled, he knew how this would go, Baseball is significantly bigger than me, so he would most likely kill me. Baseball still went in to punch, but Mephone was a tall man, so he wrapped his arm around his fist and deflected it from me.

“I fucking said STOP!” Mephone roared, Baseball finally calmed down and lowered his arm. Nickel got up from the floor and pointed at me.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered through breaths. Baseball looked at me with a murderous gaze and they both turned around to walk upstairs, I looked into the crowd to see OJ turn his smile into a disappointed frown, he wanted to see me get beaten. I sat back down with Suitcase and looked at her, her concerned reaction suddenly hit.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yes, why?” I questioned.
“Well I just saw you get tossed across the room,” she answered.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” I replied, chuckling as well.
“Also, thank you,” she added, “for defending me.”
“Heh, it’s honestly fine,” I confirmed.
She smiles and nodded with relief, I look out into the crowd as it begins to dissipate as their doesn’t seem to be anything entertaining about me not getting my ass beaten, I look back at Suitcase, her cheeks have a faint blush to them, my face begins to warm up.
“Wanna go back to my room?” I asked, she giggled.
“Anytime~,” she answered.

We held hands as we walked up the stairs, nobody had their beady, nosy eyes on us. We enter my room and I shut the door behind me and lock it, quietly.
“Why don't you get on the bed~,” she smirked as I softly lie on the bed. She gets on top of me and we lock lips together, we close our eyes as she starts grinding at my groin, I start to smile as I flip her body to the bottom of the bed, I am on the top now. She giggles as she bits her bottom lip.
“Oh, what are you going to do to me~,” she murmured.
“You’ll see,” I whispered.

Thoughts and decisions disappeared eerily, as I started to become more lightheaded. The night went on, as harmony struck.

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I woke up feeling dizzy, I sobered up to look around the room, I was toppless? I questioned my wellbeing as I turned to the person next to me, Suitcase. She herself was also bare, her back turned to me as I heard her quit, little breathes. She had her eyes closed as I could tell she was softly sleeping, I smiled.
‘Hey there, lovely,” I whispered, I heard her shuffle in my bed as she turned around, her breasts pointing at me.
“Hey there,” she quietly replied, leaning closer to me. She then swiftly got on top of me and kissed me aggressively.

I giggled softly with a beaming smile on my face. She then stopped kissing me and started grinding her exposed pussy on my groin, covered by shorts. I smirked as I pulled her in for a second kiss, she kindly obliged as I continued making out with her, caressing her smooth skin. She started to gently moan, taking her lips off of my mouth, continuing to grind, she lifts her chin up and releases a satisfied moan. I place my hands around her hips, helping her add pressure, she giggles with my assistance. Hours pass…

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2 hours later, me and Suitcase go out for breakfast. The hotel's canteen wasn't that crowded today, so we went over there to pour some food from the trays. I pour some beans on toast, with a fried egg on the side. When she poured the food on her plate, we both were walking to a seat we could both sit together on. I turned to my side to look at the clean, prestigious kitchen, but something was interesting. I saw Nickel chatting to OJ, with a shady hoody on him. It took me a while to see the both of them chatting due to the passing pillars blocking my vision, but there they were. Unexpectedly, Nickel turned away from OJ to face me, an exasperated tone of his expression quickly made me face forward to avoid eye contact.

I pretended like nothing had just happened, and sat down with Suitcase as my back laid against the wall behind me. I picked up the crummy toast and placed it in my mouth, biting down to the saucy, tangy beans, crunches fill the air. I see Suitcase mumble once she swallowed her food.
“This is really good,” she observed, pointing her fork at the food.
“Is it?” I replied, nodding to her statement.
“Not the best thing I’ve tasted all day~,” she whispered with a suggestive tone.
“Is that so,” I smirked.
“Yeah~.”

I snickered as I put the egg on top of the toast, taking another bite. I started to remember what I saw a minute ago, reluctant to talk about it, but I piped up anyways.
“Hey Suitcase,” I muttered. She turned her head once she heard my voice.
“Yeah?” she said.
“I saw something a minute ago,” I remarked, her eyebrow raised.
“Really? What did you see?” she questioned, concerned in her voice.
“Well, uhh, I saw Nickel and OJ having a conversation,” I stammered.
“Okay, what's wrong with that?” she asked, still seeing no problem in it.
“Yeah b-but, he was all shady and… then he turned around to look at me… like-like, he knew I was looking at him.” I remarked.

She had an empathetic look to her face, as her hand hopped onto my shoulder.
“Dont worry, love,” she comforted, “he can't do anything to us, and it's probably nothing.”
She wrapped her hand around my back and pulled me in for a kiss. I closed my eyes as I accepted the offer.
“Get a room you two,” Knife said, striding past us in his usual, grumpy tone, Suitcase giggled.
I pressed the back of my head on the wall, like I was sliding down my thoughts about what I saw. I couldn't get it out of my head, so I kept it like a captive, trying to forget the memory.

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3 hours later, I was lying on my bed, on the top of the mattress, scrolling on my phone. I was acutely bored, so I hopped out of my bed to go for a walk outside, by myself. I walked through the door and turned to see Baseball down the hallway, going into an unfamiliar room, I raised my eyebrow as I've never seen anyone, ever go into that room before. It was locked up, so I don't know how he managed to get inside of it, I shrugged it off because I don't want to overstress. I ignore it, Suitcase is right, why bother, they can't do anything to you… I tramp down the stairs and walk out of the open door. The cold wind hit my face and it made me feel way better, it gave me dopamine and energy to thrive having a walk.

I took a couple of steps around the orange hotel, the long, uncut grass tickling my knees. The ominous, yet clear forest surrounding the vicinity of this hotel. I took a break after my 20th lap around the hotel, laying my back on the concrete of the place.
“He there, sir~,” a voice at the back of my view introduced.
“Ahh,” I flinched, turning my head to the soft voice, it was Suitcase.
“I scared someone, didn't I” she joked, with a smirk on her face.
“Well, yes, I didn’t expect it,” I replied, giggling under my shocked form.
“Well guess what Balloon,” she remarked, I was confused.
“What, Suit?” I asked.
“Well, we’ve been invited to a private party,” she confirmed, smiling.

“Oh really?” I stammered, it was shocking enough because we don't really get invited to private gigs or parties.
“Where is it?” I added confusingly, my curiosity struck.
“Well you can read it, there are 2 cards,” Suitcase mentions, handing the second one by flicking it out of her crowded hand, I swiftly caught it. I placed the card's words to my eye view to see what the card said.
“Dear Balloon and Suitcase,

You are invited to the secret party.

Only you two can come, we want to keep it a secret, because it is a surprise.

Meet in the ‘party room’, near Cheesy’s room.

It has a grey, tiny sticker on it.

Aight, bye then.

From OJ,” It read.

“It’s from OJ?” I remarked, looking back at Suitcase, “But he hates my guts,” I added.
“Maybe not anymore,” she voiced, shrugging her shoulders, seeing nothing concerning the matter.
“You know what, you probably are right,” I reply, scratching the back of my head, “I’ve been getting a bit of anxiety lately.”
“It’s alright, my love, you have nothing to worry about,” she comforted, her hand wrapped around my backside.
“Ok then,” I smiled, nodding my head as I put it back to the orange concrete behind me, I look forward to seeing the protruding forest ahead.

“You know,” I piped up, “I look at those woods and still get chills when I used to live there.”
“It would’ve been horrible,” she emphasised.
“It was cold… horrible… kinda like the hotel still, its a hostel environment,” I mentioned, she nodded and looked down to my claim.
“Im so fucking glad you’re here,” I added, she smiled as she looked back up at me, I cupped her cheek as I leaned in for a kiss, she accepted, as we were stuck in that position for probably a minute. I leaned back as I started beaming, she opened her eyes again.
“Same,” she remarked, “and don't worry, love, I'll always be by your side…

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I'm lying on my bed, looking at this card. Reading where the party would’ve been, I’ve seen this door before. The one Baseball went through, I shrugged it off, thinking maybe people get individual parties, that makes sense, sometimes individual parties can be funner than packed, drugged out, crowded parties. I leaned myself up off of the bed and shuffled towards the edge of it, placing my feet on the floor. I walked to the corner of my room and placed some slippers on me. I slowly creeped open the door and looked out of my room with the little amount of space the opening would give me, no one was there. I shuffle my legs across the red, wooden floor, as the only sounds that were being made were little, tiny scrapes my slippers made with the textured floor.

It was 6:00am, so I doubt anyone was awake by then. I eventually made it to the door, there was a grey sticker on it, my hunch was true. Just like the letter said, this was the room, it was kind of weird how they didn't just say the room, where it was, but maybe these are just sacred, private parties. I try to open the door, but it doesn't budge. I twist my hand around the knob and try to shake the door open, but it is clearly locked. I use all my power to pry it open, but it still won't loosen. I go down on my knees and look through the lock hole, nothing, just pitch black and darkness is present through the opening. A sense of disinterest hits me, what's the point of trying to find out, its supposed to be surprised, and I’m supposed to trust the host.

I begin to shuffle back to my room, as I check my slippers off of my feet, hitting the wall to ricoche back upright, I trode to my bed as I slide into it and check the sheet on top of me. I lie on my back on a springy mattress and my head on the pillow, closing my eyes for a little nap… I wake up two hours later, my bones feel weakened as I pull myself up and stretch to restore them. The same cycle repeated, except I put some actual shoes on. I went downstairs for some breakfast, seeing Suitcase, I sprinted slowly towards her.
“Hello, suit,” I welcomed.
“Hey, sweetie,” she replied, a shiny smile appeared on her face.

She puts down her plate of breakfast and wraps her arms around my chest, I accept her affectionate hug as I do the same. She pulls my head down to give me a kiss on the cheek, (Since she is significantly shorter than I am.)
“How was your sleep?” she asked.
“It was alright,” I responded, she nodded.
“Well honey, that's good,” she affirmed, picking her plate of breakfast up, I choose my breakfast options as we sit down somewhere, as I layed down on the chair, I eat my food as I look back at Suitcase.

She was about to put her breakfast in her mouth as I began to speak.
“So, I know where the party is,” I mentioned, she looked up at me as she took a bite.
“Oh really?” she voiced, “where?”
“You know that door down the hallway, near Cheesy’s room,” I added.
“Ooh, that room,” she remarked.
“Well yeah, it’s in that room, the party,” I mentioned.
“Well, okay then,” she breathed, seemingly compelled about knowing where it was.
“I should ask OJ something though,” I uttered.

“Oh, there he is,” Suitcase pointed, directing towards OJ, she was leaning back on the wall. Sipping a glass of orange juice, I stood up as I started to walk into his vicinity. His glare began to point at me as his sleepy eyes resembled boredom and not wanting anything to do with me.
“Yo,” I greeted, his disgust was obvious but he tried to hide it.
“Hey,” he snarled.
“Hey there,” he joyfully corrected, “how are you fellow sir.”
His sudden change up took me aback a bit, but I followed through.

“OJ, so what will this party be about?” I whispered inquisitively.
“Oh, it will be fun, just for you and Suitcase,” he cheered, with a bubbly nature.
“Ok then,” I acknowledged.
“Very, very fun, with private drinks, private foods…” he grinned, “... and possibly a couple of ‘substances.’”
“Ok, but why,” I quizzed. I still want to know, why was he doing this for us?
“Because, I really wanted to make it up to you two, I’ve been a real dickhead lately, and I’ll die in a blaze if I don't do this for you guys,” he cried, his genuine attitude and tone made me nod in appreciation.

“Well, thank you then,” I smiled, “I’m glad that you thought of us, that is very considerate of you.”
“That is all fine, my fellow,” he chortled, with his optimistic hand circling my shoulder.
“Welp, I better be on my merriest of ways, byeee!” he beamed, skipping off to the kitchen area. I turn back around to look at the curious yet confused Suitcase.
“Well, he looked jolly,” she laughed. I giggled.
“Yeah,” I faltered.
“So, what did he say?” she asked.
“Well, he said he was doing this party for us.” I replied.

“Wow,” she stammered, shocked at my response, I nodded to her confusion.
“I know, it’s weird,” I mumbled.
“Well, that’s very nice of him,” she acknowledged.
“Yeah,” I replied, sitting back down on the chair and resting my head, “I read a little bit on the card that said ‘ps: come at 6:00pm.’”
“Oh,” she orated.
“He also said it would include some ‘special substances.’”
“Hmm~,” she moaned, smirking as she nudged my shoulder, “sounds like a plan.”
“Mhm.”

6:00pm, we are ready, we come in casual clothes because we were never told to be in any fancy wear. We were upstairs, holding hands walking towards the door. The door still looks the same, grey sticker, nothing of the usual. We got to the door, I slowly placed my hand on the knob, and twisted it at a snail like pace, I heard the doors mechanical insides click as the door began to slowly creek open. It was weird to see, since earlier it was not doing that. We gradually made it through the frame to get in the room, it was pitch black and I could not see anything ahead of me. I tread backwards to feel around the room to see if there was a light switch of some sort. Nothing.

Confusion and the deep breathing from me and Suitcase filled the deafening void that was this rooms sound, I looked around and still did not see anything, but a sturdy frame in the middle of the room, tied to the ground, with dry and tough ropes placed on the seat, and a metal table with four straps placed at the corners, I started to feel an absolute horror come apon me, and urge to get the fuck out.
“Suitcase I think we should go,” I whispered with a terrified tone to my voice.
“Where's the part-” BANG!
Suitcase fell flat on the ground, with a massive crack on her head, with a little dent.

She stopped moving, I quickly tried to run for the door, but it closed behind me as soon as I lifted my leg, I crashed into door, making a loud thump sound, I looked behind my and a fire extinguisher was menacingly raised above me, and the last thing I saw that day was the metal before it smacked down on my face…

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I slowly open my eyes, my sense is all black and my touch is non-existent. My brain is showing me two perspectives as it finally comes to one, I can't see in front of me, it's all pitch black. I can see to my sides, a shelf full of glass jars and tools, a screwdriver, a sledgehammer and more, like a supply room, this looked like no party. My sense of touch finally came into action as I realized I was sitting down. I looked down to see the chair connected to a frame behind me, glued to the floor, my arms were tied behind my back with thick rope, and I had a gag ball in my mouth. My senses finally came to a maximum as the thing in front of me was Suitcase, all 4 of her limbs were strapped to each corner of the table, also with a gag ball in her mouth still laid on the table unconscious, unaware of the situation that we were both in.

I tried to wiggle away from the chair, but the frame extended from my cranium to the floor and it appeared to have been glued down. The sticky substance was a bit loose but it still wouldn't allow me to disconnect. I tried to copulate words but all that could come out of my mouth was gibberish speech, I still tried to say a word to her.
“SuItCaSe!” I yelled, hoping to wake her up from her state, it worked luckily and her body jolted up, she started to look around confused and shocked.
“What is this?!” she questioned between breaths, “w-what is happening?!”
“I don’t know!” I cried, still sounding muffled, something dripped from my head, blood. This made me recall the last thing I saw before this.

“I think we got jumped,” I murmured, looking down at the floor.
“Wh-what?” she stammered, still confused as ever about what's going on like me.
“I think we got lured here, and now we are trapped here,” I informed, “You and I got knocked out by a fire extinguisher.”
“F-fuck,” she mumbled, she looked at me (since her head wasn't strapped down,) “So what are we going to do then.”
“I-I-I don't know, uhh…” I faltered, trying to keep composure, “I don't know…”
“Who would have done this?” Suitcase asked herself, looking up at the coarse and rough metal ceiling, covered in rusty wires and it has a flickering ceiling light covered in dust.

“Who could’ve done this?” I repeated, still looking down at the floor.
“We did, cunt…” a raspy, British voice entered the room, I shot my head up and Suitcase slowly turned her head to face where the voice came from… It was from Nickel; he kicked the door open as Baseball soon followed through with a gruff expression on his face.
“W-what the fuck is this?!” A surge of anger runs through my voice, still blocked by the ball in my mouth, Nickel skips over and unstraps the ball from me, and chucks it on to a shelf.
“Again, fuck is this?!” I shouted, trying to bounce towards him, but the chair and rope strapped me down so I couldn't do anything.
“Woah, easy buddy,” Nickel mocked, his sarcastic gestures fueled a rage in me I have never seen or felt in my entire life.

“Tell me, what the FUCK THIS IS!!!” I screamed, still trying to loosen whatever I can, it still doesn't budge.
“You’re funny,” he joked, giggling at my attempts to interrogate.
“How long have you locked us up?” I muttered, calming down to rest my voice.
“Hmm, about 4 to 5 hours I’d say,” he casually answered, leaning down to me.
“I bet they are searching for us right now,” I hissed, “and once they do, they are going to arrest your ass!”
“Funny you said that, they won’t, OJ has already covered you guys up, saying you moved to Australia to live near Suitcase’s parents, and they’ll stay there forever.” he revealed, smirking at my lividness.
“OJ’s behind this?” I coughed, confusion hit me hard.

“Yeah, obviously, you really think he’d throw a party for you… FOR YOU!!!” he teased, laughing at the mere idea that someone would throw a party for me.
“We made this plan and OJ decided to help us because we three hate your fucking guts!” he sneered, looking directly into my eyes.
“W-what do you mean, f-forever?” I stuttered, confused at his remark.
“Hah, summit like you’ll never see the sun again,” he affirmed.
“Fuck!” I yelled, “and what does Suitcase have to do with this?!”
Nickel turned around to face the scared and desperate Suitcase as she was lying down on the table helpless.

He slowly turned around with a devilish smirk on his face, as he started to edge closer near her, laying his grimy hand on the metal table next to her waist.
“I’ll show you,” he spat, “Baseball!”
Baseball started to walk to the table and pulled a lever which abruptly dropped the table.
“All with the finest tables OJ could buy for us,” he advertised, the table was now down to his knees and her hyperventilation could never be louder.
“LET ME GO!!!” She howled, trying to free herself from the table, but the straps were wrapped too tightly around her limbs, Nickel then slapped her across the face.
“Shut up you stupid bitch!” he patronized, his tone made her be quiet immediately.

He then hopped onto the table hovering above Suitcase.
“What the fuck are you doing?!!” I agonized, his smirk became more apparent as he started tearing off Suitcase’s pants, viciously enough that it made her underwear go flying, revealing herself to him.
“GET THE FUCK OF ME!!!” Suitcase cried out in desperation, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to let go.
“WHAT THE FUCK!!!” I shrieked, he was ignoring me, paying more attention to the display he wrongly did. Baseball was in the corner watching what was happening, smiling in the shadows as he stood still like a statue with an evil grin.

Nickel pulls his pants down to his laid knees, jerking off as he starts to maintain it, he looks back at me with his disgusting grin as he begins to bring it towards Suitcase, he rubs the tip across her clit as tiny, reluctant moans come out of her mouth. I close my eyes because I don’t want to witness the horror in front of me, Nickel sees my attempt to not look but he begins to give an exasperated groan.
“Baseball! Make the fag look!” He hissed, pointing at my vulnerable state. Baseball walks towards me and forces my face forward by grabbing my chin and placing his other hand on top of my head aggressively, and puts two fingers on my eyelids, prying them open.

Nickel then continues to thrust, teasing Suitcase. Tears were rolling down her face as cries and moans were coming out of her mouth at the same time, she yet again got slapped.
“Shut up, you fucking whore,” he loudly mocks, he then grabs it and shoves the entire thing inside of her with massive force, making her do a moan loudly, a pouts and coughs exit her mouth, Nickel looks back at my terrified expression, still having to look against my will.
“You know, this is why I love the cunt, because it can't close and it’s always open for me,” he laughed, still grinding inside of her, Baseball also laughed at the sight of my horrification.
He began to pull in and out at a fast pace, making sloppy sounds and making her moans sound like screams, she was basically bawling at that point.

Tears were also coming down my face, not only because of the shit going on in front of me, but partially because my eyes are drying up, the water running down my face moistens Baseball’s hands.
“Look, the gay cunt is crying,” Baseball sneered, I looked him in his face.
“Fuck you,” I muttered, weepy and weakly, Baseball smiled more and was even more rough on my head, continuing to make me watch the sight. Nickel was still going, my joys vanishing away was his lubricant, and Suitcase was becoming more desperate as she wiggled like a spastic, but that made Nickel more rough as he held her hips down to stop the moving. He ripped her shirt like an animal, revealing her breast to him.
“Oh yumm!!!” Nickel teased, looking back at my teary state.

He looked back to Suitcase, who’s depressing demeanor kept getting worse. She refused to look at me, because she knew that it would only hurt me more. She just closed her eyes, but the continuous pounding made it nearly impossible just to do such a simple task. No moans were coming out of her mouth, just tears and sorrow, she was helpless and vulnerable, nothing could’ve been done, betrayal was the only thoughts that could come from the both of us, there is nothing else that could possibly exist in our conscious now.
“Oy, fag!” Nickel shouted, still going at it, Baseball still had my face looking, like an internal frame, “you gonna let me do this to your girlfriend.”
I was silent, there wasn’t anything that I could do, I’ll have to live with this forever.

Eventually, he started to go faster, at a more slobberish pace that gave her regrettable, little moans, but the only thing that was squirting was from her eyes. I stayed silent, trying to find a happy place, but the place I was, was certainly not happy. After a while he pulled out and hopped of the table, his pants sliding down to his ankles, he continued jerking it until tiny groans were coming out of him, he put his dick up to Suitcase’s face, and as much as she tried to avoid it, with a disgusted, wretched expression, he came on her face.
“Oh yeah, take that you slut,” he moaned, he smirked back at me and pulled his pants back up, “you're really gonna let me glaze you girl like that.”
Baseball let his hands free from my head, as my expression came into production
“FUCK YOU!!!” I yelled, shaking the chair with me.

“Woahh,” Nickel mocked, “FuCk YoU.”
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!!!” I threatened, death-staring him. He skipped towards me, giggling at my threats as he squats to look at me eye to eye.
“You’re not going to do shit, buddy,” he whispered to my face, “you know why, because you’re a pussy, you can’t stand up for yourself.”
He stood back up and trod backwards and put his hand on Suitcase’s naked body.
“FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!!!” she shouted, his back was facing her, as he slowly turned around to look at her, facing his back to me, he stepped backwards and slapped her across the face yet again.

“When did I say you could speak,” Nickel pressed, leaning his head down to her loaded face, Suitcase’s angriness was obvious, but she was helpless, so her lips came sealed.
“Anyways, what was I saying?” Nickel remarked, looking at me up and down.
“About how as soon as I get the fuck out of here, I’m going to KILL YOU!!!” I snarled, shaking my full body to hopefully release some tension between the chair and the floor.
“That’s nice,” Nickel mocked, leaning down to my eye-level.
“Well I’m going to tell you summat, and what you’re going to do, nothing… because you are nothing, and that is all you’ll ever be, you’re weak, useless and worst of all, you’re a cuck, you watched me fucking your girl,” Nickel teased, jabbing his index finger to my forehead, he leaned his entire body further, until I could feel his cold breath.

HPTT!!! A bundle of spit came rumbling to his face, the impact disgusted him as he looked back at my smug face.
“Oh, you faggot!!!” he growled, pointing his finger at the tissue box.
“Baseball, get me a tissue!” he bleated, stumbling around the room until he placed his hand on one of the shelves. Baseball rushes to pull two tissues out as Nickel brandishes it across his face, taking the glob off his face, he looks back at me and smirks.
“You’re a cheeky cunt, aren’t you,” he laughed, walking back to my seat.
“Fuck you,” I cursed, leaning my head towards the piece of shit, Nickel. He starts to giggle at me, until he goes on a full laughing spree, he eventually keeps his cool as his horrible smirk suddenly becomes a deep, intimidating expression.

“You know, we actually can keep you here, this was all for you. Suitcase on the other hand, she’s expendable, and we can't just let her in the general public, she’ll just tell everybody, won’t she. No witnesses behind,” Nickel affirmed, as Baseball was shuffling through on of the shelves, pulling out a sledgehammer.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I muttered, Baseball slowly stepped towards the trembling Suitcase, as all she could do was look at me.
“No!” I murmured, “No! NOO!”
“I love you,” Suitcase whispered, looking at my desperate state, before looking up at the monstrous stone above her, a tear rolls down her face, and she closes her eyes. Baseball swiftly lifts up the hardware and abruptly drops it upon Suitcase’s head, the impact releases brains and blood.

Her face that I loved and knew became a distorted, expressionless void.
“NOOOOOOO!!!” I cried, tears bursting out of my sockets as Nickel’s devilish smile was beaming at the sight of my despair, that wasn’t enough for the evil son of a bitch.
“Again,” he commanded, Baseball nodded as he raised the hammer again and dropped it again, splashing the table with blood. I was bawling at that point.
“Again,” he repeated, enjoying himself like a fucking animal. Baseball’s smirk also became apparent as he did the same thing.
“Again,” this repeated until Suitcase’s head wasn’t anything but flatter than a pancake, he blood spilled off of the table, as teeth and other remains decorated the room.

“Oh ho ho! That was fucking brilliant, and the fact that nothing will happen to me just makes it feel BETTER!!!” Nickel jumped, my continuous spilling from my face came to Nickel’s attention as his face became a deep expression yet again. He placed his hand on Suitcase’s deceased body, caressing it as he stared at my state.
“You know, we’ll finish you in… I'd say about a day. In the meantime, you can watch your rotting slut,” Nickel snickered, “Baseball,” they both leave the haunting room, as they shut the door behind them, still keeping the lights on so I could see the decay of Suitcase, tears still were trying to rush out as my eyes were closed, I jumped up to immediately get launched into the chair, I looked down to see that the chair was slightly relieved off of the glued down spot, My eyes widened, as new tears instantly dried up.

I jumped again, to see it hopped off more of the glue, I continued to jump, although it tired me, I persevered, doing the process until I was standing with a chair connected to me, I started to roughly shake as the pressure for the ropes loosened. I pulled my arms up from the ropes as the bottom of the chair dropped, releasing a loud bang, (luckily the door was sound proof,) luckily I kept my straight posture as I lifted my leg out the ropes one by one. I was finally released. I looked around me, at the sharp, delicate structure of the room, I grab a knife to protect myself as I placed the sharp object in my pocket, I tried to slowly walk towards Suitcase, but the horror of the things I had to witness was a bit too much. I turned my neck around to not see the brutality of the murder.

A surge of anger rushed through me, a surge of fearlessness, like nothing can happen to me anymore, I have lost everything, and they took it from me, them, THEM! I stomach the body as I turn back to look at Suitcase, my face gloomy as I place my hand on the table, not on the bloody area, on the cleanest bit. I closed my eyes to honor her, I opened them back up and my eyes became a ball of rage, I strengthened my grip on the table.
“Don’t worry Suitcase,” I whispered, “I will avenge you.”

“I will avenge you…”

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Chapter Text

I look around, through the wretched room. I see a discarded hoodie hanging for dear life on one of the shelves, I swiftly take it and wear it, concealing my hair. I quietly walk to the door, opening it slightly, the darkness signifies to me that it is night, everyone is sleeping. The obnoxious snoring was filling the sound in the hotel, I chucked the hoodie back into the room and shut the door. I shuffle through the floorboards as I gaze my head over the top of the stairs, the area seems to be deserted, which is perfect for me. I tiptoed down the stairs, as the only sound leaving the ground was tiny squeals of the boards below me. I managed to get down the stairs without hearing a yawn from a fellow room-mate. I saw the door, I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in the past couple of hours. But something was off, there was an ominous shadow coming onto it.

I turn around to see a light in the kitchen, contrasting to the gloomy, dark hotel. I heard blatant whispers, sounding raspy and positive. I couldn’t help but find myself curious, I leaned toward the inside of it, NICKEL AND BASEBALL WERE THERE! I quickly straightened my body up and hid behind the wall, but I was close enough to hear what they were talking about.
“We did the job sir,” Nickel affirmed, followed by another voice.
“You did a good job,” I could tell it was from OJ, that fuckhead.
“What do you want us to do with her body?” Baseball questioned, he was there too.
“Just burn it, her body doesn't matter, I got gasoline and a match, we can just toss her in the room and burn it, no evidence.” OJ informed, my anger raised as I realised how evil those cunts were, they thought she was nothing.

“Aight,” Baseball voiced.
“And what do you want to do to Balloon?” Nickel asked.
“I’m glad you asked, don’t wait to kill him, it’s 9:00pm, so uhh 11:00pm.” OJ requested.
Fuck, thank god I escaped, I couldn’t see them, but they seem to be far enough in the kitchen that they can’t see the door. I run swiftly to the door and open it and shut it in a simultaneous manner, I doubt they heard a thing, I start jogged away from the establishment, sprinting towards the desolate forest, the trees came closer as the hotel became father, the foggy, darkness consumed me as I kept running, and running, and running. My sight was pitch black, the only form of light came from the direction of the hotel, I’d say I’m about a kilometer away from it.

My pants become louder than the crickets, as I sit down on a log. Unfortunately for me, my emotions couldn’t get bubbled up anymore, I released all my sorrows as I started bawling, I could grow plants with my salty tears, I’m back to where I started. I kept my posture upright as snot drizzled down my nose and my face was a waterslide. I couldn’t keep any emotion to myself, as my face was like I dipped my head in a pool. I was louder than ever, my cries rumbling through the dead forest. I used my jumper to wipe the viscous liquid off of my face. I eventually calmed down as I put my palms to my face and crouched down until my back was leveled to my waist. The question is, where would I go? And how, they will probably have a search party for me, pretending like I was missing.

An evil thought ran through my mind though, one so convincing and… so compelling, it overtook anything I was going to previously think. Kill then, kill them before they even expect it, they still think I’m stamped down to a chair. The thought was marvellous and fulfilling, I could not let what they did pass without getting unnoticed, I can’t let them get away with the horrible things they have done. I can’t leave them to continue being themselves, I need to kill them, I NEED to kill them. I NEED TO KILL THEM! I need to look back and do something about it. Those fucking worthless cunts, They have no brain whatsoever to do something like that, like THAT TO ME! How could they? How the fuck did they think they could get away from that, I’m a man! I can’t run away from my problems.

I raised myself backwards and started running towards to hotel, my anger and rage fueled me as my speed could leave flames behind me, I gradually slowed down as soon as the night’s light hit me outside the gloomy forest, there I was, the door of the establishment ominously facing me, as it was slightly open, I put my eye through the door, no light whatsoever, just the dark and creepy kitchen and party room. I work my way through the door without creaking it, I make myself through the door’s tiny hallway, I see no life whatsoever, except for very harsh and quiet snoring, I look up the stairs, nothing. I make my way up there, stealthy as a ninja, no creaks, no nothing. Eventually I made it to the bedrooms, I looked up at the clock, it read “9:38PM”. I still have time in the world. I look and see my bedroom door, it seems to be slightly open.

I push it to barge in, and all looks normal, except there was a note on my desk. I creeped towards the paper as the words were written on it. “Good night, fag.” This enraged me as I ripped the note to shreds, until little litter was scattered across the room. I sat down on my bed, the realisation of fate. You never know when it is the last time to do anything, this could’ve been the last time I sat on my bed, but it was the last time I hugged Suitcase. Everything was the last thing with Suitcase, and they took her away from me. They took everything away from me. She was my soul, when she was happy, I was happy. And they took that away. A single tear fell down my face, but I got back up. I can’t let what they did go unnoticed, I’ll make an example of them.

I tread out of my room and prowl towards the door with the grey sticker, I open it to reveal Suitcase’s dead corpse, the sight still shook me, but I persevered, I closed the door behind me as I slid myself to the right. I found a bloody fire extinguisher, the same one that knocked me and Suitcase out, I smiled at the objects. This will be useful. I stand there for an hour, thinking about the seconds that are passing, counting the minutes until I finally can relieve the pressure, I can’t keep myself contained. I’m almost choking with laughter until…
“Cunt, time to say goodnight,” a voice mocks, it’s clearly Nickel, I can only hear his footsteps though, he must be alone. That is perfect.
The door bursts open, then Nickel enters in, knife in hand. But as soon as he turned his eyes to the empty chair, he was stunned.

“What the fuck?!” he announced, confused as ever, I was behind his fuckhead as I raised the extinguisher. I whistle, causing him to swiftly turn around. BANG! The object struck him down to the floor, the knife tossed through the room. He abruptly collapsed on the ground. He was making faint moaning sounds as I looked down at him. His eyes met me, as an unsympathetic look from my face widened his pupils, he gradually closed his eyes as he started to snore.
“That’s what you get… you cunt,” I huffed, looking down at his unconscious body, blood trickling down his forehead, I look across the table and the an option on it, “clean the body,” I pressed it as the table opened up, pushing blood and other bodily materials inside of it, closing back up, Suitcase was enclosed inside the table.

It was already cleaned up at that point. Stainless steel now, and also a coffin for Suitcase. I place my hand on the speckless table, mourning her like a little funeral.
“I love you,” I whispered, after seconds of silence, I turn back to Nickel’s body, devilishly smirking at it.
“Now what do we do to you,” I sneered, “I know…”

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Chapter Text

It took a while, but eventually I strapped him onto the table, Nickel was still fast asleep. It was 11:30pm, although I was tired, there was no time for sleeping. Because if I did, then OJ will most likely find out, I would’ve most likely overslept. I still thought I’d get a little nap though, but for a room like this, that job would be significantly difficult, or impossible. But for my wellbeing, I think a little nap would be perfect, I doze off on one of the chairs in the corner and lay my head on a shelf.
…
I wake up jolted, I look in front of me, Nickel is still asleep. I smiled, but I was curious to see the time. I slowly creaked the door open to check, I looked at the clock on the wall, “6:00am” it said. That was fine, and I feel way better on top of that.

I sat back down on the chair, looking around the shelves, there were a bunch of stuff I could’ve used, but one of them caught my eye, "hydrofluoric acid, warning: corrosive, unconcentrated.” It was perfect, I shuffled forward at it, pulling it off the shelf as I gave it a little shave, the carbonation sizzled inside of the bottle as I looked at Nickel with a devilish expression. I put it on another chair in the room as I push my chair in front of the upward table. The table also had an option where it can face vertically. So he was still upright. Eventually, Nickel started to groan, this immediately caught me as I swiftly sat in my chair. His eyes fluttered open, like butterflies in the wind, he looked around, confused as ever, he clearly felt discomforted and uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry mate, I know how you feel,” I teased, crossing my leg over the other one, Nickel was still blatantly confused of what was happening.
“What… the fuck?” he muttered, still not knowing that it was my voice, he shook his head, it appeared that he now sees me clearly. He couldn’t speak, he was completely flabbergasted. Unable to comprehend a sentence, he tried to let himself free but the straps were too tight on all 4 of his limbs, and shaking obviously didn’t help.
“What the fuck is this?” he shouted, hyperventilating.
“Hah, that’s exactly what I said before you raped and murdered my girlfriend,” I reminded, keeping an upbeat tune to my tone, he was looking around still trying to see if there was a way.

“You’re not coming out of this alive, buddy,” I stated, guaranteeing his death on the spot, still he was not copulating sounds, let alone words, I got up from my chair, pacing around the table whistling a tune.
“Now what should I do to you?” I questioned, looking him in the eyes.
“Uhh, nothing? You absolute fag,” he joked, giving himself a smug, I giggled.
“You’re a comedian, are you?” I snickered, looking up and down at his vulnerable state.
I walk towards one of the shelves, picking off an item, the acid. His smugness instantly lifted off of his face as his expression turned into one of horror.
“Wait, we-we can t-talk about this, I didn’t mean to do all of that st-stuff,” he stuttered, clearly scared of what was to come, I wasn’t buying it though.

“You didnt mean to explicitly rape my girlfriend,” I mentioned, his dumbfuck head obviously never thought of the reasoning.
“I accidentally slipped in,” he blubbered, I laughed.
“Because that’s how that works,” I informed, playing with the bottle as his breaths became like screams, I pulled the lid of the bottle open as the fizzles became apparent,
“I’ve wondered what this does to the human skin,” I articulated, holding the bottle while looking into Nickel's depraved eyes.
“Wait, no!” Nickel begged, trying to cease my threats. I didn’t care, I poured the acid all over one of his legs, the corrosion easily started to break down the skin and flesh, and in seconds, it revealed the bone.

Nickel screeched in agony, as I dug into his leg, pulling at his bone and twisting it around, his yelps and cry for help echo around the room as I pulled his femur back into place. Tears of sorrow and misery flood Nickel’s face as I smile into his depressed exterior. The sizzling from the acid melted the blood from spilling out, the result was gnarly.
“Fuck you,” he muttered.
“No, fuck you,” I returned, jabbing my finger at his sternum, I twist the cap of the bottle and place the acid back on the shelf, Nickel laughed the pain off as he looked me in the eye.
“You know, she was so comfy and warm,” Nickel mocked, giggling with a sadistic tone to my casual face, “the way she just surrounded my cock, it felt so good taking that warmness out of her, it was like sucking acid out of a battery.”

Nickel kept smiling at me while I sat in the chair.
“So fucking good, and you were crying like a good faggot,” he sneered, looking me up and down, I still retain a casual form, but I was steaming inside.
“You know Nickel, I think you’re forgotten who is in control,” I noted, walking up towards him, “I can just pull your femur out, and I should.”
“She was crying too, her tears were my lube, such a slutty come-drinking whore she was,” Nickel piped up, still retaining smugness, I turn my back to him, walking up to one of the shelves, I pulled out some pliers, and I walked up to the corner of the room, where Nickel tossed his knife.
“You know Nickel, your tongue is the only thing that gives you any power,” I casually stated, facing him again.

He stood with confusion, losing that smugness. I walked up to him gradually, whistling a tune as I looked him up and down.
“She was such a suctioner, her lips around my dick were heavenly, cuck,” he snickered, still mocking me as he did not know what was to come.
“See what I mean, your tongue, that is the only thing giving you any form of power, I just have to take it,” I asserted, his face turned stone cold, as he gritted his teeth, trying to close his mouth, I tried to pry his mouth open, but it wouldn’t budge, I slam my pliers into his teeth, causing him to open his mouth wide immensely, I grab hold of his tongue as I pull is far out of his mouth, I put my knife up to the buds and start slicing, his screams continued to form as eventually I cut through all of the tissue.

I pull the loosened muscle all the way out of his mouth, and chuck it across the room, blood pours out of his mouth as the only thing he could possibly say was couches and gags. Gurgling sounds were played throughout the room as Nickel looked up at my face, as a sign of fear is plagued throughout it, he can't talk anymore, he's weak and vulnerable. Cowering up at my cold-hearted look at him.
“Nickel, you’ve taken so much from me!” I shouted, Nickel still coughing out blood.
“You did this, YOU! WHY would you do this! WHY?” I walked up to his tearful state.
“WHAT did we do to you, WHAT? Was this because of Taco, if so, YOU had NOTHING to do with it, NOTHING!!!”
“YOU and Baseball are going to die, so is OJ because of you,” I laughed.

He could only look at me as I went to another shelf, pulling out a chainsaw. His neutral fear became one of desperation as he began to plead with me in somewhat copulatable language.
“P-ea-e, p-ea-e I -o-t wa--a -ie,*” He begged, bawling out tears of sorrow as he wiggled to no effect whatsoever.
“Suitcase didn’t want to die too,” I mentioned, turning to the vulnerable Nickel.
“Wow, a chainsaw without the safety feature, perfect,” I advertised, turning the chainsaw on revving it as I pulled myself closer to Nickel.
“P-EA-E, P-EA-E!” he screamed.

It was too late for him, however I turned the contraption side-way and it dug into his flesh, his hips becoming powder as I gradually went from right to left. Blood and entrails spew everywhere, as blood covers and paints the shelves. His shock and sheer pain erupts the room with an ear-bleeding pitch, his voice is nothing but screeches as his viscous blood covers me. As soon as I got through his entire intestinal system, his lower body collapsed on the floor, revealing viscera and more organs, still hanging onto the ties holding his ankles. I looked back up at Nickel, dead. No more screams, nothing. I couldn’t help but giggle at this masterpiece, it was beautiful. I tossed the fleshy chainsaw into one of the shelves, making it collapse with all the stuff inside of them dropping and shattering. I looked at Nickel's lifeless corpse, (well the top half.) As it still had a petrified look on his face.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, 1 down, 2 more to go.

Who's next?

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*Please, please, I don’t wanna die