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do I even exist?

[brianm0ser]

H-E-R (Part two)

Part 2

CW/TW: none, yet

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The room was exactly what i was expecting based on how the halls looked and smelt like. Small single bed pushed up against a wall with a weird-patterned blanket, a pillow case on it with the same pattern and a towel on the edge of the bed, a small in-room desk standing next to the bed with a pencil, a block and a lamp on top of it, and a small window which barely let any natural light in, making it only possible to use the harsh bulb light right on the ceiling. I dropped my shoulder bag on the floor and sat at the edge of the bed, immediately noticing that the mattress was hard and was probably going to be uncomfortable sleeping on it. But hey, beats sleeping on the streets.

I see now why people shouldn't act out impulsively like this.

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Maybe i shouldn't have decided that this was something i wanted to do.

I sighed, before deciding that maybe i should shower. All that walking under the sun outside wasn't funny. I took my clothes off slowly, feeling slumped and exhaustion seeping into me but i had to brush that feeling away.

Did she even say when i should start? Did she say today or tomorrow? Fuck, this is why i need to pay attention more often.

Deciding i'll ask later, i took the towel with me to the bathroom and went inside the shower. No matter which direction i turned the shower handle, the water was ice cold. And as much as i appreciated it due to the hot weather, it soon became too cold and so i hurriedly washed myself and got out of the shower.

After the cold shower, now dressed, i decided that now was the moment to go ask about when to start. I quickly put on my shoes and made my way outside, locking my room door behind me. The elevator had no music, nor did it look modern in any way on the inside except the buttons. After a bit, i reached the lobby and made my way to the receptionist lady again. I expected her to be at her back office again doing.. whatever it is she does there, but once i arrived, i found her talking gleefully to a tall lady who was standing next to her.

Seeing as they both didn't notice me yet and, i took this time to look at the lady.

Maybe she's a guest here, i thought, but taking in the outfit she wore, her stance, i could tell she was a woman who was self-assured. I didn't need to look at her face to know she easily intimidates people wherever she is and whenever. Still staring and lost in thoughts, the receptionist finally noticed me, which made the lady turn to finally notice me as well.

well fuck.

"Oh, uhm, sorry, didn't mean to ruin your conversation. I just needed to ask a question or two about the job" I blabbered out, eyes gazing at the both of them. The receptionist chuckled dryly and averted her gaze from me to the woman. "Ms. Kaspar, this is Y/N, she's our newest cleaners. Gave her the job today. Y/N, this is Ms. Adelaide Kaspar. She's the owner of the hotel" My eyebrows raised slightly at the last bit of the information.

Owner? As in she owns this dump? and she looks so young, how did she find herself owning the most misleading hotel ever?

Questions and questions filled my head but now wasn't the time to be questioning considering that this is technically my boss. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspar" i smiled, holding out my right hand for her to shake. She eyed me up and down, smirking slightly before turning back to the receptionist, leaving my hand hanging. Oh..

I put my hand back to my side, slightly irritated as i watched them talk. I stood there for another two minutes or so before turning around and taking more of the lobby scenery in. Seems like i missed it when i entered, cause there was a bar at a certain corner of the lobby. A man stood there, cleaning the glasses and drying them up. I eyed him, because there was this certain look he had on his eyes. Sadness, maybe? but not really.

Then suddenly, i felt a hand on my shoulder and nearly startled me to death. Before i could turn and see who it was, i heard a whisper.. "Nice to meet you as well, Y/N. Great to have you at the hotel" said the voice. I finally turned and saw that it was the woman from earlier, Ms. Kaspar.

"oh, thanks.." i said awkwardly, not expecting that. Adelaide gave me a small smile before she made her way to the elevator, heels clinking on the floor with each step she took. Did she live here? I asked myself as i watched her go.

I returned my attention to the receptionist, brushing off any thoughts that were starting to surface on my mind. "Is now a good time to ask my questions?" i asked, watching her as she organized the papers on her front desk poorly. "sure sure, make it fast" Oh, she's annoyed... "When am i supposed to start working? I'm not sure if you mentioned it before, maybe it slipped my mind" "You just arrived, Y/N, and it's the weekend. Work starts in two days, but if you're eager to work, i can surely arrange something for tom-" "nonono- that's perfect! Thank you, uh.." Seems like i didn't catch her name, but she caught on quickly. "Leesa. Leesa Herberts." Leesa. Cute. "Thank you, Leesa. And i noticed there's a bar here. When does it open?" I asked, turning slightly to point behind me where the bar was, then quickly returning my attention back to Leesa. She was silent for a second, her expression suddenly becoming unreadable as she looked at me. The sudden feeling of uneasiness from before gnawed back at me, suspicion building up inside me but that feeling subsided as she replied with "It's open, you can enjoy a drink right now, if you want!" That smile... "thanks. See ya"

I quickly walked towards the bar, not sure if it's a good idea or not but everywhere else seemed better than by the reception. Once i arrived at the bar, i took a seat at one of the stools, looking at what they have and sensing that the boy from earlier hadn't noticed me yet since his back was turned from me. Could kill for a rum cola- fuck, i forgot my wallet! As i was about to stand up and take my leave, the bartender finally noticed me. "Oh, sorry, got distracted. So, what can i make for you?" He smiled, but his smile looked forced, his eyes didn't have the shine either. "Just realized i forgot my wallet, so-" "No problem! I'll make one drink for you on the house. Heard your the new hire." My eyebrows raised at that, surprised at how fast the word had already spread. "You have, huh?" I said, a hint of playfulness at the edge of my voice. "Words spreads fast here, be careful what you say out loud"

That comment, just that one comment made me rethink the whole choice of working here. 'Be careful what you say out here..' That means the walls are listening, it had to mean that. What about my privacy in my room? Oh gosh.. "Uh, does a Vodka Cranberry work for you? If not, a simple shot-" "Yeah sure, Vodka Cranberry coming right up" Said the bartender, cutting my sentence off, but hey, i get a free drink.

Seems like those drinks were far much stronger than i had anticipated. I think it was after my 3rd? 4th? glass that i really became drunk. I looked at the clock on the wall but the hands were dancing, spinning much faster than ever and that was a clear indication to me that i'm drunk. Too drunk. I stood up, legs unstable and wobbly as i made my way to the elevator. The nice bartender helped me where he could. He pressed the button for me and as the elevator came, he pressed the floor i'm staying at.

Odd, i don't remember telling him that..

Then the elevator doors closed, ridding the thoughts out of my head as it hummed softly, beginning to rise up to my floor. The doors opened and i stepped out of the elevator.. hmm, this didn't seem like my floor. That did explain why the ride was much longer as it was before. I turned, pressing the call button for the elevator, but it seems like the universe wasn't on my side. Why was this taking so long? I pressed the button over and over again, but the display on top of the elevator still showed that it wasn't coming back up.

Fuck me.

And then at that moment, the sounds of heels clicking behind me filled my ears, making me turn to see who was there. Lord behold, it was Adelaide. Of course it was her, who else would it be?

2nd part took so long because i genuinely forgot to type all this out from my notebook. On my little book, i'm well past part 4 and starting on part 5 but i'll keep posting

[brianm0ser]

How do people write fics? I have so many ideas but i genuinely cry trying to jottle them down

[pearlyfae]

I feel so maternal towards him

[brianm0ser]

Yessss!!!!!

[brianm0ser]

H-E-R (the series)

Part 1

CW/TW: None, yet

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here, laying between them.. everything feels so wrong, yet so right.. All this blood- whoever it belonged to, covering the three of us, none of this is feels right..

a few months ago

I don't remember how i found myself in LA, stuck with no money, no roof over my head and desperately in need of a job so i can at least have food on my plate tonight. Everything seemed impossible, as if this was going to be my life forever. Stealing and tricking people just to be able to eat.

All hope was nearly gone until saw this advert. There were a lot of adverts like this but this one caught my eye specifically. It was't worded differently or anything, but for some reason, i'm not sure why, but i snatched the advert from where it was glued onto and immediately made my way to the given address on the sheet of paper.

"HOTEL CLEANER SEARCHED. 500$ MONTHLY PAY + ROOM SHELTER IF NEEDED"

After about 30 minutes of walking, asking people for directions and nearly getting lost, i arrived at the hotel. the outside didn't look like anything fancy. Probably was just a place drug addicts and gamblers to crash for the night.

But upon entering the hotel, the burgundy interior really did catch my eye. Quite a difference with how awful outside looks like. A beautiful chandelier hung right in the middle of the huge lobby, on the waiting area was a beautiful dark red velvet couch with a nice walnut wood table in front of it. The handrail on the stairs were a stunning gold and so was the elevator, which just elevated the beauty of the interior.

Deciding i was ogling for too long, i made my way to the reception, ringing the desk bell once, as there was no one at the reception. After a couple of minutes, a woman finally emerged from the back office. Her faces screamed annoyed, rolling her eyes as she made her way.

Rude.

"Yes?" the woman said, her voice dull with really no interest to be talking to someone right now. "um, so i saw this advert, and i'd like to know if you guys are still hiring." I said as i handed her the paper. She looked surprised for a second, almost as if she wasn't expecting anyone to have actually wanted to work here. "uh- yeah. Are you sure, though?" she asked. Am i sure? huh? The question didn't sit right with me, a sense of unevenness washed over me but i needed the money, the food, and a place to stay. "i am. is the position still available?" i replied, in which she nodded and handed me a form to fill out.

I started filling up the form, up until i reached the parts that needed my bank statements and my address. Not knowing what to do, i decided to ask the receptionist on what to do. "Uh, excuse me,, but i don't really have an address nor any bank statements. Is that ok?" I asked her. She looked at my form and then back at me. "That means you're also taking the shelter option too, right" i nodded at her question, hopes slightly down. "Alright, just leave them blank. i mean, paying cash means we don't have to pay extra taxes" she joked. I let out a sigh of relief and finished the form.

Once i was done, she took the papers, and told me to wait for a few minutes as she got ready to show me around and to where i would be staying. I took this time as i was away to really take in the beauty of this place. Maybe working here wouldn't be so bad. But there was this gut feeling i got, almost as if my body was signaling that this maybe wasn't the right choice. That something sinister was going to happen.

My train of thoughts was interrupted as i heard the lady come back, now out of the reception and holding a bunch of keys in her hand. "come on, we don't have all day" she said, heading for the elevator. I gripped my shoulder bag tightly and followed her. As we entered and its doors started closing, i saw her pressing the floor and saw that it was the 5th floor after sneaking a look.

After maybe a minute or more, the elevator doors open and my nose was immediately hit with a stench i couldn't identify. All i know is that it wasn't pleasing at all. As we walked down the hall, she explained that this is the floor id be staying at and also one of the floors i'll be in charge on cleaning. Now see, I've slept outside at times, I've been next to people who probably haven't showered for over a week or so, but somehow this place smelt worse than them. The paint on the walls were chipping off, the handles on the doors were starting to rust, the carpet on the floor had stains i didn't want to know what they were. It was a complete contrast to what the lobby was. This increased that uneasy feeling i had earlier.

Soon, we stopped at the edge of the hall in front of a room. ROOM 606, the sign said on top of the door. "This will be your room and the storage room right there is where all the cleaning products are. Now, cleaning this place won't be child's play, but the better you do, the higher your pay will rise. Enjoy" She said, handing me the keys and a key card which i guess opens the other rooms and soon after, she made her leave.

Well, seems like i'm officially working here..

Authors note:

This is my first ever fic/piece i've ever written, and since english isn't my first language, let me know where any writing mistakes and spelling errors are!!!!

LEN out!

[brianm0ser]

Imagine:

You're out, just roaming the isles of your local supermarket, not knowing what it is you're really searching for. Eyes slowly scanning the products as they lie there idly, just ready to be selected. As you're walking, you don't bare mind at the direction you're walking at, just letting your feet take you.

Suddenly you come to a stop, body clashing against another, startling you but not enough to make you lose your balance. As you straighten yourself up, jumbling random apologetic words, you finally look up to whoever you just bumped into.

No words could possibly explain the feeling you felt once your eyes landed on her. From her hair down to her shoes, she looked like she were a literal angel, a Goddess brought down to earth to bless you with a sliver grace. She stares at you, eyes apologetic and soft, and dreamy, and...

Oh my...