When life gives you lemon, make the worst hotel to ever exist #3

(The first paragraphs from this chapter are the last lines from the previous one. You can skip it. Skip this part too.)

After hearing the kindest words I've ever been told in a while, I continued my path to this inexplicably strange inn. The settings are weird, the staff was odd, the decoration was bizarre, the atmosphere was abnormal and the list went on. I knew the motel was uncanny and that there was something going on with it but what happened next shocked me out of my body (haha get it, no?). I went to the bathroom to pee when-

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I saw gooey pixelated stuff on the ground and in the toilets. It wasn't blood nor was it vomit. Hell, it was not even that white sticky stuff people drink for some reason. It happened to be... a different beast, or I guess a different liquid hahahaha (I'm sad). No, it was actually... hot shit. My god how come I didn't realize this sooner. That man was right. It was indeed hot steamy shit. That shit was inhuman. No possible human could've ever done this. The pixels helped hide the atrocity of this shit but it was not enough to refrain me from wanting to puke. It was laying on every compartment of the bathroom. I was not sure how to react to the situation so I just ran away from the fucking bathroom. God awful shit. It was like the person behind this had an explosive constipated shit and had an emergency while still shitting. I'm getting carried right now, the main point is that it was hot shit.

Hold on, why the hell did I go pee when I can't even pee in the first place. Surely it wasn't the mighty voice actually not going along the damn script. Huh, interesting. I'll uhh use that for future arguments I guess.

ANYWAYS, I was staring at the bathroom from a fair distance. I did not have the strength to focus at my surrounding, leading to my not realizing the lack of living beings in the hotel. Other than the staff, there were barely any costumers, partly granted that most of them went to their room (if there were people in the first place). No sign of life. It was like a horror movie setting, "The Brighting" I'd say. Let's not even talk about the staff. It felt like they were not mentally present, which was understandable considering the fact that they work in the shittiest hotel (pun intended).

They were staring at me from across the room, standing beside their desk at the reception hall. The were following my every movement with their eyes popping out of the orbit. I wasn't sure if they were staring at me because I was a ghost or because they had literally nothing better to do. Either way, I hated it.

Being on the first floor, or the ground floor, I quickly went on to the fourth floor as to where my assigned room was located. Upon reaching the fourth floor, I see remaining of the trail of "unko" on the ground. You sure wouldn't have guessed the level of disgust, disappointment and fury shown in my face, all three at the same time. It was at the end of the floor, unfortunately close to my bedroom.

From the look of it, the perpetrator ran from the bathroom to the fourth floor while still suffering from an awful case of diarrheas'. Wacky shit am I right haha (I should really stop with these shit jokes, hahhahahahhahahah). Either way, I didn't want to deal with this shit (I'm sorry) so I just went to my room.

The room was empty in the literal sense of it. Nothing was inside of it. No bed, desk, shelf, toilet, nothing at all. I did however see traces of dust, implying that there used to be furniture up until recently. I did not know the reason behind it whatsoever. There was only so much I could do except live with it. I decided to lay on the floor, like an abandoned dog in the streets. Although I accepted my fate shamelessly, I still didn't enjoy my experience here. If I had to leave a review, I wouldn't leave one in the first place and I would let the future customers suffer the same fate I did. Things were only getting started.

OH btw (by the way), If you're questioning how I ended up being able to sleep when I'm a whole ass ghost, I'd advise you to stop, because it'll lead to nowhere. There is no possible explanation to it and I don't think there ever will.

Before I ended up eventually sleeping, I pondered about my current circumstance. I never had the time to really consider and put into thoughts my sentiments over everything that happened. I guess I just rolled with whatever was happening on the fly. This new world and everything, although not a great experience, was still a fresh breath of air. Or maybe something like a relief. Maybe it was some sort of relief from the things I can't process or handle. Bizarrely, I have no recollection of those things. Coincidentally, I couldn't even bother thinking about it. The fatigue had been building up since I first came here and it just now hit me like a truck. Even with those awful conditions, I finally managed to fall asleep.

After a few hours, as I rose in the morning with an awful backpain, I saw a silhouette coming from my balcony. It was standing there... menacingly. It muttered this:

"The preparations are almost ready. Commencing the next operation."

"What the hell are you doing in my balcony? Are you the piece of shit that stole my entire set of furniture and that shat in the entire hotel?"

"There is no need for explanation. You are to refrain from doing anything until further notice. After all, what else can you do?"

The mysterious figure left right after this short yet tedious interaction. I didn't question further than the face value of things and just moved on with my day.

In my assigned room, was me, floating, thoughts empty, overusing commas in every mother of lord sentence, just seemingly contemplating life as is. It was a feeling I hated a lot yet still felt so used to it, like a kid going back home from school, it just felt natural. Speaking of natural, my unnatural body still needed a lot of thinking into.

I ought to learn what exactly is going on with my body and how should I even utilize, better yet, find a way to turn it back to normal. I... I think that's a good enough reason to go on for a bit.

Wanting to test out something, I tried crossing the door with the mindset that I would go past it. Instead of being Jasper the ghost, I ended up being the ghostbusted. For some damn reason, I did not faze through the door but just went face flat on the motherfucker. The little of hope and possibly happiness just got flushed down the drain. My powers are inconsistent, a "fuckload" of bullshit, sorry for the overwhelming amount of curse words.

The timing couldn't be better, a commissionaire knocked and opened the door, gave me the sign that I should follow him, and went on to the other rooms of said floor. I ended up walking down the stairs with a bunch of bums, weird looking people, homeless looking people, recluses of society, actual weirdoes, outright criminal looking people, the devil, AND the guy that added letters in math. I told myself that they all probably deserved being in this rundown hotel until I realized I was also part of them. It was then that I learned a great lesson, don't judge a book by its cover (I'll judge the algebra guy's cover anytime though, fuck this shit).

We were dozens upon dozens, even reaching the hundreds, standing, floating, whatever you can name, at what made it look to be a hall. It was a giant room considering it could fit all of us with spare room for room. Surprisingly enough, the room looked decent in contrast to the rest of the hotel. There were 2 stairs leading to a door, princess movie type shit. While all of this is at best mildly interesting, the elephant in the room had to be addressed. I meant it. They really put a damn elephant in the room, just so they could do some with the word play. Nonetheless, the elephant in the room still had to be addressed. I REALLY meant it this time.

Everyone began questioning the situation at hand. We were summoned here, yet the staff left us in this room for a good bit while being radio silent. The crowd got louder, and dropped silent the moment someone came up the door. It was the manager and her secretary, followed along by the rest of the staff. It looked like they were about to announce something important. I kind of didn't want to hear it though. I thought about just leaving but the staff blocked the doors so I ended up having to stay there the whole time which, spoiler alert, was not fun.

The manager, a (add something), began her speech:

"There is not much to be said, I will go over the introductions as it is irrelevant. In a few sentences, every single one of you inside this room, will be put as slaves. None of you will have a say in it as we are well, forcing you to do it. There is no escape, it is futile. Just resign and accept your fate. That is all."

Just as she was making her leave, a fucking rocket comes out of no where and hit the staff. What the hell dude. It's the second time I see an antagonist (coincidentally happened to be a woman) get shat on by some random guys. Quickly afterwards, the entire room went in an uproar. Everyone was fighting the staff and trying to escape, which was working so far but I know damn well it wouldn't for long. I remarked that everybody in the room possessed a particular power, like that rocket dude. Maybe I wasn't that special after all, well, not that I really thought so in the first place (ok maybe I did a little).

The elephant in the room got dogpiled on for no reason. I saw all kinds of power, just to beat up a damn elephant. I guess you could say we finally addressed the elephant in the room.

I tried my best sneaking out of the battle but the tremors of the room refrained me from moving. We were hundreds running from the room altogether yet like a dumbass we all got stuck and none of us could leave.

I kept hearing people scream "WHAT THE FUCK", "MOVE OUT THE DAMN WAY", "Al-Khwarizmi is a bitch, let him here for making algebra" (that was me my bad) and so on.

As expected, everything went to shambles when someone interfered. It was that mysterious person from earlier. It casted some sort of barrier in which no one could escape from. Wacky as it is, not a damn person was able to cross the room. We were all chained up in the aftermath. It was now the mysterious silhouette's turn to make a speech

"Apologies for our rudeness, not introducing ourselves and leaving you all in this confusing mess. However, what she said was anything but false. You are all slaves starting of today. Now, do not be discouraged, you will do us great good working for us. OH, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Salamon. As you might've realized, this isn't just any hotel..."

"Yeah it's a shit hotel." I murmured.

However, the entire room heard it and stared at me. The level of embarrassment was next level. I wished I could die right here right now. Salamon shrugged it off and went on.

"So, as I was saying..."

"WHAT!!! WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!? YOU WANT TO MAKE ME SUFFER DO YOU!?? YOU WANT TO MAKE ME DIE INSIDE RIGHT??! I KNOW IT, I JUST DO!!!" thy main character said out loud.

Yet again, the entire room went dead silent. It's like I was the background character of a show.

"So... about the matter at the hand..."

"PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!!!"

"We are..."

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

"...actually a..."

"AHHHHHHH PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!!! SOMEONE MAKE ME SHUT UP BECAUSE I CAN'T CONTINUE LIKE THIS WITHOUT ACTUALLY DYING!!!"

A sudden but smart idea came to my mind.

"YOU'RE A PUSSY(cat) IF YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING!!!"

"SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP DUDE! NO ONE CAME HERE TO HEAR GODDAMN BOOTLEG DAN GHOST CRY LIKE A FEUTUS. WHAT'S NEXT? YOU'RE GONNA BRING THE PHANTOM DRIVER? HOW ABOUT YOU GHOST OUT OF THE SHELL! Damn man, dude's fucking annoying." Screamed a random guy in the room.

Although I asked for it, I got little too offended by this so I just ended up shutting my mouth. Punk ass bitch, I thought in my mind. Salamon was greatly displeased. He had the worst look someone could give you, indicating that he was mad and disappointed, like a parent finding out his kid's life choices didn't correlate with their own point of view. All could do now was just not do anything. Salamon resumed talking again.

"We are... actually, inside a sort of slave camp. To put it bluntly, you'll be slaves to the Evil Organization of Evil, or the EOE."

"That name sucks doggy poop." A person said in the room.

Everyone agreed with him, which boiled my blood to an extreme extant.

"WHY IS IT THAT WHEN I DO IT, NO ONE DARED CARING EVEN A LITTLE BIT, HUH?!?"

Salamon stood out in rage and shouted "DO YOU MONGRELS NOT REALIZE WHERE YOU'RE STANDING?!? YOU UNDISCIPLINED FOOLS!!! WORTH LESS THAN A SAID NEGATIVE NUMBER!!"

He calmed down a little bit and continued "Well, I guess it is up to us to discipline the undisciplined. Now, let us begin."

As he finished his sentence, the chains that were wrapped around us began glowing a pink light. I felt my consciousness slipping away from me like water on descending slide. No thoughts made its way into my mind. A mere 10 seconds passed and I already passed out.

What happens next is yet unknown since I fucking passed out, see ya next chapter.