MOSSED

4 | STUCK

Paper couldn't think straight.

He paced around his and OJ's room frantically, trying to stay calm. OJ sat on the edge of the bed, watching him worriedly.

"This can't be happening.." Paper muttered, fidgeting slightly. OJ sighed, and got up to comfortingly put a hand on his shoulder(?). He stopped him from pacing for a quick moment,

"Paper, it'll be fine. We put the hotel on lockdown, no one else is going to get hurt." OJ tried calmly explaining, but Paper gently pushed his hand off, still anxiously pacing around the room.

"B-But- YOU KNOW THE HOTEL RESIDENTS! What if- WHAT ABOUT MARSHMALLOW AND APPLE??" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up slightly. OJ pulled him into a hug, which Paper accepted this time.

"They'll be okay," OJ assured him. "I'm sure of it. Bow's a literal ghost, she can protect them."

"....And the missing residents? The Cherries, Blueberry, Pepper..."

"They'll come home soon. I'm sure they'll survive — If they get locked out, they'll know to go to the Purgatory Mansion."
'Hopefully...'

Paper sniffled, and hugged him tighter. ".. Thanks, dear.." He smiled softly in response.

"It'll be okay."

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Apple was fidgeting around with a paperclip out of boredom, as Marshmallow threw away empty soda cans. Marshmallow grumbled slightly. "We're out of Fanta." She turned to Apple, her arm resting on the bar table.

"Uhh.. I went to OJ's last time, you go instead." Apple responded, and threw the paperclip on the ground. Marshmallow sighed, and went to grab her satchel. It would probably be best to tell Bow that she was leaving as well.

She dashed up the stairs, the floorboards creaking under her. Marshmallow suspected her to be in what she called the "light room", and she was right.

Bow was curled up on the room's bed, looking at her phone. The room was filled with string lights, decking the walla, ceiling and bed. It made it a bit hard to see Bow though, since she was hardly visible in bright environments.
She sat up slightly when she noticed Marshmallow's presence, looking over at her. "Need something, hun?" Bow asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm going to the hotel to grab a few things for me and Apple. Thought I'd check in with you. ....And please stop calling me hun." Marshmallow mumbled, staring at the floor. Bow chuckled softly, before looking back up at her.

"Whatever you say, don't care. Just be back soon, and get me some batteries if you can." She dismissed. Marshmallow couldn't help but notice something was off, with the way her tail moved.

"Something up with you?" Marshmallow asked in concern, putting a hand on her hip(?).

Bow grumbled. "Feeling kind of weird, which makes me feel weirder because ghosts aren't supposed to feel things. Not so coolness." She explained. Marshmallow sighed.

"You're undead, I'm sure you're fine. See you in a moment." Marshmallow started walking out. "Cya."

As she walked back down to the first floor, she couldn't help but smile at the hanging pictures in the corridor. Bow kept both some of the funniest, awkward, and meaningful pictures, and fully captured the moment in each one. Every time you'd look at one, it would take you back to the exact moment.