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Hello, convict! It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken, I wanted to check in.

— @hotel-explorer (hi twin,,)

It has been quite a long while. How are you?

(Heh hey...)

I’m doing alright, how about you?

I'm doing just fine. Just some mishaps from those things, nothing big, though!

Well, I’m glad you’re doing okay.

Anything interesting happen recently?

No. Not really. This is awkward, considering we used to talk nonstop with each other before! Hah!

Yeah, huh? We really should try to talk more!

We should, I missed you a lot.

I missed you too. My bad for not reaching out again sooner, but you know, now we’re talking at least!

Hello, convict! It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken, I wanted to check in.

— @hotel-explorer (hi twin,,)

It has been quite a long while. How are you?

(Heh hey...)

I’m doing alright, how about you?

I'm doing just fine. Just some mishaps from those things, nothing big, though!

Well, I’m glad you’re doing okay.

Anything interesting happen recently?

No. Not really. This is awkward, considering we used to talk nonstop with each other before! Hah!

Yeah, huh? We really should try to talk more!

Hello, convict! It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken, I wanted to check in.

— @hotel-explorer (hi twin,,)

It has been quite a long while. How are you?

(Heh hey...)

I’m doing alright, how about you?

I'm doing just fine. Just some mishaps from those things, nothing big, though!

Well, I’m glad you’re doing okay.

Anything interesting happen recently?

Hello, convict! It’s been a minute since we’ve spoken, I wanted to check in.

— @hotel-explorer (hi twin,,)

It has been quite a long while. How are you?

(Heh hey...)

I’m doing alright, how about you?

thatonedoorsguy

Hello!! :)

— @hotel-explorer (take this as from the mod or tourist I really don’t mind either :3)

WHAT IS HAPPENING

WHY IS THERE TWO ME

IS THIS THE MULTIVERSE

GUIDING LIGHT SAVE ME

(HELLOOOOO✨)

#peak art btw. it’s going in the soup /pos

Oh- sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!!

As far as I’m aware, there’s several different versions of us. I personally enjoy saying hello when I come across another!

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

it’s a smoothie! I uhh.. don’t exactly quite know what’s in it, to be honest. They show up sometimes around the hotel.

-[they were glad he was feeling well enough to chat with them now, at least. ]

oh, by the way- my name’s Tourist! Well, not really, but it’s what I came up with since I uhh.. yeah, anyway! Yours?

"eh. it heals me, doesn't taste like death, and I haven't thrown it up yet..."

He shuddered, but brushed off the thought of how ancient that stuff could've been.

"...my name? oh... um..." He thought for a moment. "...John. I think."

well, you’re not wrong. I’m glad the stuff around here that heals is good enough to eat, heh.

-[ Tourist figured they should get up and moving soon, but they wouldn’t rush him. ]

Nice to meetcha, John. Haven’t seen anyone around here in a hot minute.

...aaand he was asleep. His body had decided that the stress of being so injured in such an unfamiliar place was too much for the moment.

...he looked sort of adorable like that. Slumped over, breathing softly... he had to be protected now.

Oh-, uh, goodnight?

I guess that makes sense-

-[ well, one of the perks of this being a literal hotel were some of the rooms had beds. ]

-[ that would definitely be more comfortable than the floor. ]

-[ they picked him up (with,, some struggle, but it was fine!) and carried him over to one of aforementioned beds and sat down next to it. ]

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

it’s a smoothie! I uhh.. don’t exactly quite know what’s in it, to be honest. They show up sometimes around the hotel.

-[they were glad he was feeling well enough to chat with them now, at least. ]

oh, by the way- my name’s Tourist! Well, not really, but it’s what I came up with since I uhh.. yeah, anyway! Yours?

"eh. it heals me, doesn't taste like death, and I haven't thrown it up yet..."

He shuddered, but brushed off the thought of how ancient that stuff could've been.

"...my name? oh... um..." He thought for a moment. "...John. I think."

well, you’re not wrong. I’m glad the stuff around here that heals is good enough to eat, heh.

-[ Tourist figured they should get up and moving soon, but they wouldn’t rush him. ]

Nice to meetcha, John. Haven’t seen anyone around here in a hot minute.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

"y-yeah." Please don't throw up. Please don't throw up. "s' pretty good stuff. thanks... what is it?"

He was still a bit out of it (he was in a new place, and a person he'd never seen before was helping him for some reason) but at least he was still immortal here...

it’s a smoothie! I uhh.. don’t exactly quite know what’s in it, to be honest. They show up sometimes around the hotel.

-[they were glad he was feeling well enough to chat with them now, at least. ]

oh, by the way- my name’s Tourist! Well, not really, but it’s what I came up with since I uhh.. yeah, anyway! Yours?

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

He was even struggling to drink.

The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he twitched at the feeling, but, realizing the pain was quickly fading, sat up and took the container with shaky hands, carefully drinking the smoothie, wondering when he'd throw it back up.

#<- [it won't nourish him but it will heal him]#<- makes sense

-[ okay, at least that was helping! ]

-[ see, they were being useful. They could figure out how to help this guy. ]

I’m glad that worked for you, hheh! For some reason I was kinda worried it wouldn’t but anyway-

so, uh,.. feeling a bit better-? I’ll have to find something to work as a bandage for your side, but this should help.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

He was too weak to even move his arm, but he could open his mouth, just barely.

It was sticky with blood. Symmetrical scarring lined his tongue and cheeks, as if a reverse bear trap had been on his head at some point.

He hoped he would be able to keep the food down this time.

#[forgot to mention. he's malnourished cuz he can't keep food down]#<- I see #I like to think that the food that’s like. Healing and stuff as long as you consume it it has the effects even if it doesn’t stay down #But that doesn’t have to apply to sinner if you want

..um, here, I gotcha.

-[ they figured they should probably help with the getting the smoothie actually to his mouth, at least- so he didn’t have to do anything but just drink it. ]

-[ he was severely injured. They should help any way they could. ]

-[ so they essentially fed the person even if it was kinda awkward, because helping him not like, bleed out was important. ]

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huh?

I swear I heard something..

#roblox doors #doors roblox #doors #endless torment trio #eternal torment trio #doors tourist #doors player #tourist doors #explorer doors

Hello there fellow tourist! How are you today? I hope your doing well, especially on your runs...

@jack-tourist

Oh! Hello!

I haven’t met another one of us in a hot minute, I must say.

I’m doing decent, in facti’ve had some good luck recently. How about you?

#roblox doors #doors roblox #doors #endless torment trio #eternal torment trio #doors tourist #doors player #tourist doors #explorer doors

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

"nn-hnn..." He covered his eyes with a pair of head wings. Surely the pain couldn't get any worse, right...?

Wrong.

"hhn--..."

As the blade was slowly pulled out, a pained whimper escaped him. He tried to keep quiet- he didn't want her to come back and hurt the tourist- but the pain was too much.

"aAAGK--!"

It ravaged his soft tissues and blood vessels as it was pulled out, causing his bleeding to increase tenfold, and forcing a yelp out of him.

Tears were wetting his cassock cape from behind his head wings.

#I just realized I wrote along instead of saying in my previous respomse FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

-[ oh jeez.. that was really bad. They’d done their best to be as gently as they could, but this blade was absolutely to cause pain. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they just kind of.. tossed it to the side. ]

-[ the bleeding was.. a lot. They didn’t have much to help with except for a smoothie (healing, somehow), but they offered it up anyway- with their free hand, of course. The other was on the wound, hoping it would at least help slightly. ]

Here, uhm-,.. if you drink this it might make it a bit better.

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.

Oh!- Sorry-!!

that looks really bad, that’s not something I’ve seen before..

-[ that dagger looked like it had a mind of its own which was.. not ideal. ]

-[ should they pull it out? It might bleed more, but.. it looked like it was causing them more pain. ]

Do-,,.,,… do you mind if I pull this out of your side?

The moment they asked the question, the dagger paused, as if listening... then shoved itself hilt-deep, earning a choked shriek from them, which turned into a whimper as it twisted itself again, much more violently.

As it tilted upwards, they weakly kicked at nothing, then-

"hh-hggCCCKK." -they threw up their own blood.

The torture was only getting worse, and the tourist needed to do something about it soon.

-[ they froze for a moment. This was a lot for them, and that was along something. ]

-[ still, they needed to help nonetheless. ]

okay, I’m uhm.. I’m gonna pull it out. This might hurt, sorry-,,..!

-[ they held still it by the hilt with a hand on the skin around it to try and avoid further damage, and removed the weapon as carefully as they could. ]

-[ tourist was on a usual run, and they had done pretty well if they do say so themself! ]

-[ they hadn’t even gotten killed by Seek yet. They just got the chase finished and everything- just having slammed the door shut behind them before Guiding Light did. ]

-[ it was always stressful, but they did it and didn’t die, so huzzah. ]

— @hotel-explorer

Sounds of movement, a few doors ahead. It didn't sound like any of the demons or ghouls they had seen before, though.

The noises were faint, but it sounded like a struggle was going on. Muffled sounds of pleading, screaming, then a yelp. Cackling. The sound of something heavy landing on a carpeted floor.

Someone was in trouble.

-[ oh jeez. Another new thing. ]

-[ well, that..sounded a lot like someone was getting uhh… mauled or something. By what, they don’t know, but they should at least try to help out, maybe distract whatever entity it was? ]

-[ so they break ly caught their breath and scampered down the hallway before skidding to a halt where the sound was from. ]

Blood. Everywhere.

The carpet was soaked.

A giggle, a muffled thunk, followed by a pained yelp. Then, chains rattling, fading away to silence, just before the tourist turned around a bend.

In the corner close to the next door, there was a short vanta-black shape, slumped over, barely moving. Their clothes (robes?) were wet with more blood.

There was something in their side.

-[ tourist froze up uselessly for a moment at the sight. ]

..oh gosh-!! You’re uh, bleeding, a lot-,,,..,!

-[ no shit, Sherlock. Anyway, they scampered over and grabbed the figure’s shoulders. ]

-[ they decided against shaking them, given that wouldn’t help definitely. ]

Hey! Are uh-,, are you still there? Oh jeez please don’t die already..

They were cold and clammy to the touch, but gave a pained yelp when they were grabbed. Only now was it noticeable that the something in their side was... moving, turning slowly, sadistically, painfully clockwise. They were still bleeding horribly.

As it twisted deeper, they would weakly kick or twitch in pain whenever there was a muffled snap or crack from inside them. Their face was wet with tears.