A story I'm writing: The Hotel

The Hotel

Chapter One: Stupid kids.

Mason and Carter had been best friends since they were second graders. Now, they were eleventh graders. Carter was excited to meet up with Mason because they were going to explore an old abandoned hotel that had been used in the past for making movies about fifty years back. Nowadays, all it was used for was telling horror stories to leave fourth graders shaking in their boots. Carter looked over to the sidewalk beside the front yard he was walking through. A man had been walking his dog on the same sidewalk but disappeared into a house a few blocks back. The man had been nice but Carter kept catching the man’s eyes diverting to his *ss. He was kind of relieved that the man was gone since Carter hated perverts. He continued to walk through people’s front yards. Eventually, he made it to the building. Carter looked up at the building. It looked more menacing at night than when it was in all those horror stories and movies. He looked around for Mason. “How was the walk?” His friend asked as he walked around the corner of the building. He had regular-lengthed silky blond hair and green eyes that looked bigger than they were because of his glasses. “Terrible.” Carter Replied. “What happened?” Mason asked with his “fake sad” voice. “Would you care if I told you?” Carter asked. “No…” Mason trailed off, still using his “fake sad” voice. “Anyways, let’s explore this sh*t!” Carter said confidently. “Agreed.” Said Mason, nodding his head. “Wait for me!!!” A short-haired girl wearing an oversized hoodie shouted as she was running towards Mason and Carter. It turned out, it was Amy. Amy had recently died her hair red, but it was still easy to recognize her because of her big blue eyes. “Thought you could leave me?” Amy asked with the most sass she had ever had. “Yep,” Carter said in a sarcastic tone. “Ya’ll are mean,” Amy whined. “You can go hang out with your girlfriends if you want,” Carter said. “I told you, I don’t date!” Amy said. “Yeah, yeah, I know, you only have crushes, no boyfriend-girlfriend stuff,” Carter said, getting kinda bored. Amy had been friends with Mason and Carter since seventh grade. By now, they were close enough to know that if one of them said, “I hate you” or “Shut the f*ck up” it meant nothing serious. “Now that everyone’s here, let’s explore this d*mn tall hotel!” Amy exclaimed. “Race ya in there!!!” Mason said excitedly. “Hey, no fair Amy, you got a head start!” Carter said in an annoyed but joking tone. The three friends all ran into the building laughing. The inside of the building looked run down -just like the outside- but surprisingly clean. There wasn’t a single cobweb in any of the corners. Not even a single dead rat on the floor. “Huh, that’s weird.” Carter said. “What is it?” Amy asked. “No dead rats, spiders, cobwebs, or ants crawling all over food crumbs! This place is too clean to be run down.” Carter exclaimed. “I get what you mean, but what if the owners are trying to take care of the building?” Mason said. “Are you sure that anyone even does own this building??” Amy asked, in a half-annoyed tone. “Ok, ok, I get what you mean but you don’t have to bully me,” Mason said, frowning. “Let’s go explore the room where ol’ Jerry died!!” Carter said, trying his best to make sure Mason and Amy didn’t kill each other. Ol’ Jerry's actual name was Jerry Whiskers, but everyone called him ol’ Jerry because he was fifty-seven years old by the time he became known. He was known for being a very reliable drug cartel in the black market, but the one time he made a mistake, his client had a fit. He was later found dead in his room but the killer was never found. It was thought that his client was the killer, but no one knew who the client was. “I’ll race ya up!” Carter said. “Hey, this time you got a head start!” Amy said in the same way carter did. Mason and Carter took the same route to get to ol’ Jerry’s death place, while Amy took a longer route. The route that Mason and Carter took was mostly just stairs, but it was quick. As Mason and Carter raced up the stairs, Carter tripped on one of the steps. Mason almost immediately caught Carter. “Are you ok!?” He asked. “Yeah,” Carter said, embarrassed. “Seriously though,” Mason said, “you good?” “Yeah, I’m good.” Carter said, kind of annoyed now. The two friends then continued to go up the stairs, but this time, they walked. By the time Mason and Carter got to ol’ Jerry’s death place, Amy had been waiting on them for quite a long time. “What took you guys so long?” Amy questioned. “I almost fell down the stairs.” Carter blurted out. “Aww, you poor thing are you ok?” Amy said, sarcastically, “Do you need a bandaid?” “No need for sarcasm grandma.” Carter said, making fun of Amy. “If I’m grandma then you ought to respect me!” Amy said. “Most people don’t respect their grandmas one bit.” Mason said, halfway taking Carter’s side. “Ya’ll are some disrespectful b*tches.” Amy said, using her playful voice. “And we’ll stay that way forever,” Carter said, “so get used to it.” Mason chuckled. Whenever Carter and Amy play-fought, it was kind of like watching a funny podcast show. But this time, he was so eager to explore the room, that he had to interject, or else they would’ve fought for hours. “Guys, remember how we came up here to explore the hotel and find ghosts?” Mason said. “Yeah.” Carter and Amy said at the same time. “Well, we can’t do that when you guys are busy fighting over dumb sh*t!” He said. “I guess you’re right..” Carter said, trailing off. “Yeah, he does have a point there.” Amy said. “Ok,” Carter said, “let’s find ol’ Jerry’s ghost!” “Hell yeah! That’s the spirit!” Mason said. “Hey guys, watch this.” Amy said. She kicked the door down with what seemed to be just the slightest tap of her foot. “I can’t even imagine this room with a door now.” Amy said. “Ha, you’re funny.” Carter said. “Bro I just said no fighting and you guys are already fighting again.” Mason said, annoyed. “Ok, we won’t fight.” Carter said purposely falling onto the bed. “Oww,” He blurted out, “This bed is as hard as a rock-” “Sshhh!” Mason interrupted. The friends all stopped what they were doing. Amy stopped looking through ol’ Jerry’s dresser, Carter stopped whining, and Mason stood in a stance that showed how scared he was of what he either heard or saw. “What did ya see?” Amy whispered. “It looked like a short figure running at the speed of light.” Mason whispered. “Oh no.” Carter said under his breath. “What?” Amy whispered, “What is it!?” Carter stared at her. “We got the worst ghost possible hunting us.” He said. Carter picked up an old newspaper that had been on the nightstand. He turned to a certain page. He then showed the two friends what he meant. The page read “SMALL, EXTREMELY FAST CHILD SEEMS TO BE TERRORISING HOTEL. THE FEW WITNESSES THAT SURVIVE SAY THE CHILD CAN RUN AT THE SEEMINGLY ALMOST SPEED OF LIGHT.” Amy squinted as she tried to read the page. “D*mn,” She said, “that sure is proof alright.” Carter put the newspaper back on the nightstand and started to put his long brown hair up in a ponytail. “I’m petrified now since a demon child is hunting us.” Mason said, using his “pretending to be scared” voice. “I’m being serious! I saw it!!” Carter snapped at him as he finished putting his hair in a ponytail. “If you’re sure you saw it, then I want proof.” Amy said sternly. “Then let’s follow its tracks!” Mason exclaimed. “Yeah, no.” Amy said. “Why not?” Carter asked. “We’re probably going to end up splitting up then each of us getting killed one by one then-” “Ok ok I get what you mean.” Carter interrupted Amy, “but this isn’t like the movies.” The three friends finally left the room and started looking for tracks. “Found tracks.” Mason said. “Well, that was easy.” Carter replied to him. The tracks were a dark brown color and very, very, easy to see. Mason, Carter, and Amy started to follow the tracks, Carter leading them, Mason slowly walking behind him, and Amy in the back. Suddenly, something ran past the three and went into a room close to them. A blur. “What the f*ck was that!?” Amy blurted out. “I’m not sure….” Carter said, trailing off. Amy picked up an old water bottle that had been right beside the tracks. “How does this still have water in it?” Amy said, asking a rhetorical question. “Don’t drink it, Amy.” Carter said, sternly. “Ok ok I’m not gonna I just was examining it.” Amy said, using an annoyed tone. She then put the bottle down and started to inspect the room where it looked like the blur went. “Hey guys, maybe we could attack the weird creature?” Amy said, putting her idea out among the three of them. “And how exactly would we do that?” Carter snapped at her. “It’s simple, all we have to do is find sharp objects or guns, which should be easy.” Mason said, pointing towards a pile of broken glass bottles and guns in the corner. Carter felt his shoulder suddenly get cold. He glanced at his shoulder to see a wet handprint on his yellow Adidas T-shirt. He shivered. The handprint reminded him of something he did not want to remember. It reminded him of his younger sister, who had recently passed away from drowning after falling off a boat into a deep, deep pond while on a fishing trip. Carter had always blamed his dad for her death, and in fact, it was his dad’s fault. After all, his dad did push her off the boat. He said that he was only trying to teach her how to swim, but Carter knew that wasn’t true. His dad had always hated his sister because she was originally a boy. Carter’s dad was homophobic, so when Carter’s sister managed for their mom to help her transfer genders in one day to surprise him, he was furious. Carter was happy that he hadn’t come out to his dad for that reason, but he was still sad that his sister died. His sister was his best friend. So after his sister died, Carter hated his dad and water. “Cart, you ok?” Amy asked. Cart was Carter’s nickname, and M was Mason’s. Carter hadn’t realized that his eyes had welled up with tears when he was thinking about his sister. “Y-” Carter took a deep breath, “Yeah I’m fine.” He wiped his eyes with his arm. “I just thought that this weird wet handprint on my shoulder was weird.” He grumbled under his breath in a tone that made it so that neither one of his friends could hear him. “Are you cold?” Amy asked. “Do you need your boyfriend to give you his jacket or something?” Amy chuckled a little. “Hey, he’s not my boyfriend!” Carter snapped at her. “I could be if you want.” Mason said, jokingly. Carter blushed at the thought of it. “Since you are cold though, here.” Mason said, untying his jacket from his waist and giving it to Carter. The jacket was a dark blue and Carter blushed but knew he had to seem too cool so brushed it away so he didn’t look flustered. “Thanks.” He said in return timidly while slipping on the jacket that was too big for him. Mason smiled. “You're welcome!” He said, brightly. “Ok, so can we kill the demon child now?” Amy said, handing Carter a gun as he finished slipping on Mason’s jacket. “Why not?” Carter said, “Besides, I bet that b*stard will get what it deserves for killing people and terrorizing a hotel.” Amy looked over to Mason. “You ready?” She asked. “I was born ready! He said. The three walked into the room. “Hey, kids!” A robotic voice said. “Quick! Under the table!” Carter whispered loud enough for his two other friends to hear. “Where’s the birthday girl?” The robotic voice asked, using a very menacing voice. As soon as the three were under the table, very, very familiar animatronics then passed by the table they hid under. Too familiar. “Holy sh*t! Is that Freddy Fazbear in real life!?” Amy exclaimed in a quiet tone. “Yep.” Mason replied. “Wait, Carter, how did you know to hide under the table?” Amy whispered to him. “I recognized the voice. Also, the animatronics aren’t advanced enough to bend down.” Carter replied. “D*mn, you sure do know your FNAF lore.” Amy whispered. “He sure does!” The robotic voice of Freddy Fazbear said, zooming towards the table they were under on the wheels on his feet. As soon as the robot hit the table its wheels continued to roll, but the table was still intact. “What the f*ck?” Amy exclaimed as the robot continued to try and demolish the three. “I swear to god if this table breaks-” Carter cut himself off. There was a noise as the robot went back and forth smashing into the table. A cracking sound. Then, all of the sudden, the table broke. It broke into so many pieces, that it would take more than a day to put even a sliver of the table back together. “RUN!!!” Carter exclaimed. The three friends then ran as fast as they could and out of the room to get away from the robot, but not fast enough. As they were running through the halls, the robot stretched out its bear hand and grabbed Amy. Neither Mason nor Carter had realized that Amy and the robot were gone until they had run for about ten more minutes. “I think we lost that animatronic freak.” Mason said, trying to catch his breath. “Where’s Amy!?” Carter said, looking around to make sure she wasn’t just pranking him. “I think the robot may have grabbed her.” Mason said, actually showing that he cared about her for once. “That thing asked where the birthday girl was. It probably thought Amy was the birthday girl-” Mason said, being cut off by Carter as he finished what he was saying. “Wait so that means that she’s going to get baked into a cake or incorporated into a normal party game in some other twisted way or some-” “No more panicking! Got that?” Mason said sternly, cutting Carter off, “Besides. You know Amy, she’s not just gonna let that robot incorporate her into a twisted party game.” Carter just stared at Mason. His stare said many things, a few examples being: “Are you sure?” or “How do you know that?” or “Heh, we both know you're wrong.” He looked down at the floor. Tears welled up in his eyes. He and Amy had been friends for a while now, and if she had died, he wanted her to die thinking they were friends, maybe even best friends, but not enemies. Mason knew that he needed a hug. In times like this, even the toughest of the toughest would need a hug. Mason stepped towards Carter and hugged him. The second Mason hugged Carter, he hugged him right back. The tears that had only welled in his eyes then rolled down his cheeks, and he couldn’t stop himself from crying. All of the sudden, something rolling on wheels zoomed past the two “friends”. “What the bloody h*ll was that sh*t!?” Carter exclaimed, hugging Mason tighter now, but still trying his best to make it seem like he wasn’t a “scaredy cat”. It had a big head, a smiling face, recognizably simply made eyes, two black horns, and white gloves. It was bendy from “Bendy and The Ink Machine”, except this time it wasn’t made out of ink, instead, it was a crappy robot. Though, it was clean and very similar to the actual bendy, just with wheels. The animatronic zoomed right towards the two and came to a stop just close enough so they could hear what the animatronic said. “I’m not trying to kill you like the other ones. I saw another one that looked like you two.” The animatronic said. “Was she black, and did she have red died hair?” Mason asked, pushing Carter away a little, which made him sadder, but he didn’t show it. “She sure did!” Bendy exclaimed, “She looked like a tough one, picking fights with and defeating robots ten times the size of her.” Mason chuckled. “That sounds like Amy alright.” He said. “She said her name was Amy the robot crusher, not Amy.” Bendy said in return. “Yep, definitely our friend,” Carter replied, “her real name is Amy though, she just likes having cool name titles and being called them.” When Mason finally succeeded in pushing Carter away, he heard a noise. Not just any noise, a voice. It was Amy’s voice. “You guys left me all alone back there!” She exclaimed, breathing heavily, “I had to beat that robot’s *ss all by myself and track you guys down! Do you have any idea how hard that was?” “Neither one of us do, but horror movie logic says to never rescue your friends unless you have a deathwish.” Carter replied, going into “Horror movie nerd” mode. “Ok ok, I get it,” Amy blurted, as she finished catching her breath, “you were too busy checking out your boyfriend, so you didn’t notice when that son of a b*tch robot snatched me.” Carter’s face turned bright red, while Mason got ready to beat Amy up. “You know I could give you plastic surgery if you want.” Mason joked. “And how exactly would you do that?” Amy snapped at him. “With my fists of course!” Mason said, using a bright tone, but still showing how annoyed he was. As soon as Carter heard that, he wasn’t flustered anymore. What he was worried about now, instead of being flustered, was his friends killing each other. “Ok guys how about we all just hug? You know using your hands for hugging instead of punching is a goo-” “I don’t f*cking care! I’m fixing to beat up this b*tch no matter what!!” Amy snapped at Carter, cutting him off. Amy pushed him out of the way, then she and Mason started the brawl. It was hard to tell who was winning because at first, Amy had Mason pinned to the wall and she was punching him in the face until his nose started bleeding. Then, Mason punched Amy in the arm, which would most definitely leave a bruise. But eventually, Amy was winning again, but then Mason was winning again, and it just kept going on in a pattern. But, at one point, when Amy was winning, she did the unthinkable. She had a knife in her hand, while she had Mason pinned against the wall, and she was holding it to his neck. “Carter, Carter Carter Carter. C’mon, join the fight, will ya? Unless you’d want your dear Mason over here to lose his head.” Amy said. “Amy, what the f*ck is wrong with you!?” Carter snapped at her. None of them knew what was going on. Especially Amy. She couldn’t see anything, nothing but an endless void. The truth was, Amy wasn’t controlling herself right now, it was a being named glitch trap controlling her. Carter was stunned. He never thought that Amy would go this far, and for what reason anyway? Suddenly, Carter knew exactly what was going on. “Hey glitch trap, listen I’m a really big fan of you and everything you do, but I don’t idolize people who kill my friends.” He said, using a tone that showed how annoyed he was. “Aaahhh glitch trap. Glitch trap glitch trap glitch trap. You know, I think I’d prefer to be called Amy since I am, literally, in her flesh.” Glitch trap gloated, no longer using Amy’s voice, but using his own. Glitch trap pushed the knife into the skin of Mason’s neck so it would make him bleed a little. “By the way, are you sure you wouldn’t like to join the fight?” He said, menacingly. “Ehh I don’t wanna join it but I’m guessing that you’re going to kill Mason if I don’t, so why not just kill me instead?” Carter said, being serious and playful at the same time. “So you’d rather have me take you than him?” Glitch trap questioned, surprised. “Yes, but do you mind not possessing Amy and instead just showing your true form?” Carter asked him, getting nervous. Glitch trap stepped out of Amy’s body. She immediately fell to the ground, the knife standing right side up (Because of glitch trap’s powers) on the ground, right where her head fell. And you guessed it, she died. Mason was baffled. Carter found the sight disturbing. “I never liked her. She fought back too much. She just, never knew her place.” Glitch trap said. “You know, I used to hate sexist people just a little bit, but thanks to you, I hate them with all my heart now.” Mason said, sternly. “You’re lucky that I respect my gender young man,” Glitch trap snapped at him, “now go before you end up like her.” Mason’s fists tightened. He didn’t want to leave Carter with this freak, but he didn’t want to end up like Amy. So, Mason ran. He ran, and ran, and ran, and ran until he was out of site. “It seems that your “knight in shining armor” has left you for dead, my friend.” Glitch trap said, showing no empathy for the poor boy, while Bendy, who had just been standing, watching, the entire time, in shock, did the same as Mason. Carter’s fists tightened tighter than Mason’s had. The tears welled up in his eyes. And in a short time, they were rolling down his face. “Don’t cry. I find it very annoying when little children like you do that.” Glitch trap said, using an annoyed tone. “By the way, you’re gonna have to do a few jobs for me to prove that I can trust you.” He added.