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The Lobby Boy waited in his closet, it was bigger this time, probably since the hotel herself wanted him to be happier, or maybe because the hotel was looking nicer with a big closet, either way he felt comfortable, besides the pain in his arms from his time when needing a way to let his pain out.
He grabbed the idaho mall bag which had more holes, it was on the verge of ripping, unfortunately , he probably could get a new bag sooner. He looked inside, and pulled out a skull bracelet. He didn't know why he kept it, besides the fact the skull didn't look real, instead silver.
The bell dinged, he came out to his closest, heading to the front desk. The guests looked dead, one of them was a girl, she wore black gothic clothes and her face was pale with black makeup, the other was a boy, he had black clothes also, spiky collar and spiky bracelets, face covered by a black mask. Another one was with the two, the Lobby Boy couldn't tell their gender but they wore bright layered clothes and the right side of their hair was higher.
The Lobby Boy took their bags, and put them on a cart, now taking the ‘weird’ trio to their room, it wasn't a long walk, since their room was room 276, for some reason that room was on the 3rd floor.
Once to the rooms, the guests walked in, taking their bags. The Lobby Boy already knew their death since he built the said room, it was the floor disappearing and them falling into the abyss, very similar to Mary Mallorie’s death. The group talked about a concert, The Lobby Boy thought about a concert as he had never been to one, but he thought about how many people there would be there.
The Lobby Boy took a step back and turned around, planning to leave already, but the girl stopped him, touching his shoulder.
“You wanna become alternately cool?” She asked.
“...Wha…What do you mean-”
Soon he was pulled into the room, and sat down on the chair in the corner of the room. He was confused, since this wasn't exactly a request, nor a question about a request. The boy pulled him up, and took him to the bathroom, and the colorful one followed, they pulled out soap and turned the sink on, proceeding to wash his face. The Lobby Boy grunted in uncomfortableness. The two dried his face, and took him back to the chair.
The 3 all pulled out makeup, and began with a white powder. The girl applied it to the Lobby Boy’s face, adding some black eyeshadow around his eyes, she also added some dark blush to his cheeks, the powder felt like dust to the Lobby Boy. The colorful one told him to stay still, and while doing this they slightly pulled his eyelid down, drawing on his waterline and the bottom of his eyelid, smudging it with a brush. Then they did the same to eyelashes. Both eyes. The boy pulled out a few balls, fake piercings. He added to the bottom of the Lobby Boy’s lips, and put two on the right side of his eyebrow.
The three let him out, and he went back to the lobby, soon his closet. The Lobby Boy didn't know if he should keep it on, remove it, or wait till they’re dead, he never had anyone put makeup on him.
The guests seemingly already died, The Lobby Boy had a feeling if they did since he heard the screams, yet the rotting of him hasn't set in yet.
The closest doors opened, it was Madame Hotel, she was back again, she looked at the Lobby Boy as he left the closet. She spun him around taking a closer look at his makeup.
"You look so good in that! It suits you" Madame Hotel said, adoring him. She put her hands on his face, moving it around to look at more of it.
The Owner looked at the Lobby Boy, saying "He looks just as terrible as usual." Which gave him a glare from Madame Hotel.
Once Madame Hotel let go of his face, The Manager requested him to clean up the blood from Madame Hotel. He grabbed the cleaning tools and did, while The Owner tried convincing Madame Hotel to get someone different instead of having The Lobby Boy.
Soon the staff rotted away, waiting for the next hotel from the hotel herself.