#hotel!verse

[thesmileclown]

@leftbehindtheperfectcrime

          “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” Sam asked automatically as he heard the door open to his room. He’d expected it to be Hazel because...well, no one else would bother coming into his room unannounced, but to his surprise the person standing in the doorway was a face he had really hoped to avoid. His stomach feel down into his feet, every hair on the back of his neck and arms standing on end at the sight of the Hotel’s Owner. “Mr. March...oh, I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he continued, his tongue feeling thick and clumsy as he tried to figure out a way to play this off without ending up with a knife in his throat. “Is there something I can do for you?”

[thesmileclown]

@nctfree

      “ —— I thought those were used condoms. THAT explains a lot… I Dee Kay. One time I was at this club where these clowns wore nothing but strapped on balloon dicks and squeeky red noses for nipple pasties, but it wasn’t for my birthday. ”

          “What? Why would I have those? Do people keep used condoms...? You know what, don’t tell me. And uh...yeah, sometimes people have uh...very specific feelings about clowns. I got hired for a party once, and it...wasn’t kids. They tipped nice though.”

[thesmileclown]

@whatagloriousstainsir

          “I think I’m overstayin’ my welcome,” he sighed, thinking he was more talking to himself than to anyone in particular. Liz had occupied herself with the few other bar patrons, leaving him to quietly sulk at one end of the bar. She didn’t seem to mind it so long as he kept it down. Getting up, he turned to see that he wasn’t actually alone with his crummy mood. Right beside him was that laundress. And maybe it was just his mood, but the sudden invasion of space caught him off guard enough that he stumbled back and landed clumsily back on his seat. “Jesus Christ! I know you’re a ghost, but do y’really need to just sneak up on people like that?”

[thesmileclown]

@deadnctstupid

          The stranger’s presence was undoubtedly unnerving, but Sam knew better than to show said nerves right away. Especially in a place like this. People liked to whisper about his intelligence like they thought he didn’t notice, but the made certainly wasn’t a fool. Not at this point in his life. No, he knew danger when he saw it, and he wasn’t in the mood to take any chances...especially not on a guy dressed like he’d just stepped out of a time machine. “You sure do know how to make a guy feel underdressed,” he finally said with a friendly laugh though he kept his feet firmly planted, holding his ground. Hopefully, this guy didn’t mind the familiarity in his tone

[thesmileclown]

@recklessdevotion

❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜

            “Sam,” Donovan started, the sadness evident in his voice. “You’re not a monster… if anyone’s a monster, it’s me.”

          Despite Donovan’s reassurance, the man still appeared visibly wilted, his posture slumped and his expression hangdog. "Don’t say stuff like that about yourself. Not to make me feel better...”

[thesmileclown]

🍆!

@brokenragdoll

[TEXT: Wifey for Lifey ❤️  ] Looks like someone is missing me ;) Promise I’ll be home soon[TEXT: Wifey for Lifey ❤️  ] Also must be cold ‘cause your nips look like they could cut glass[TEXT: Wifey for Lifey ❤️  ] loooooooove u

[thesmileclown]

🍆 [what a troll]

@nctfree

[TEXT: Aesthetic Trash Boy] Put that thing away or I’m calling the cops on you[TEXT: Aesthetic Trash Boy] Weewoo weewoo you hear that? They’re coming for your ass, Casper[TEXT: Aesthetic Trash Boy] Side Note, your ass looks great