TheCreeperHugz
Boop
"Damn right sorry doesn't cut it," I tell him angrily, searching for Milkshake's body. Instead, I find my phone, which I must have left upstairs, with a huge crack down the screen.
(Nope, no staff, no guests. *shrug*)(Wait... Don't people live in that hotel? HAS EVERYONE BEEN CRUSHED? WHAT ABOUT THE STAFF?)
(Nope, no staff, no guests. *shrug*)