Terror at The Hotel

The first day, The start.

(BEFORE WE START!)
(PSA)
(This story will contain very sensitive topics like suicide, Self harm, Death or murder, Drug abuse, Eating disorders, IMPLIED NSFW !*NOT BLATANT SMUT*! and other weird shit like that, I will warn you before a chapter if it's anything really serious but please click off if your sensitive to this type of stuff, Lets get into it!)

Oj stumbled out of his room with his top button unbuttoned, Fixing it up as he ran over to his office chair and sat down, Calming down as he placed his hands on the keyboard.

Start up . . .
6:24 am,
Log in
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Incorrect!

"Oh my god if it does that again.. what about this?"

Oj input his password, well, what he thought was his password. All he was greeted with was an incorrect password screen as he slammed his fists against the desk in a fit of anger, tapping his foot on the floor in inpatients as his face turned slightly red in anger

"Oj, Are you okay there?"
Oj perked his head up, No one was there.
"Fuck, i really do miss him huh."

Oj put his head back down and tried a new password, successfully getting into his account as he sighed. finally he got onto zoom to find the work he had to do, Apparently all the buildings in the area had to listen to this new code and Oj couldn't work on the hotel on his own, People assigned HIM work and it sucked cause he used to be his own boss but now people have to boss him around, Sighing as he downloaded the document to fill out the paperwork

Suddenly his phone had a notification, Grabbing it and reading the preview message, then clicking on it
Paper 🤓:
"Oj, theres some really weird smell coming from bombs room and i don't know what he's doing, it smells like burning and im worried. Pickles in his room and he was asleep when he walked in so i don't know what to expect"

"..Huh?" Oj muttered ",,he's not trying to light him on fire right? Stupid pickle, He probably is as well.."

Oj:
"I'll be right there paper, Don't you worry about it just give me a few minutes to finish work"

Paper 🤓:
"But what if something is seriously wrong? You cant just leave him waiting, Like what if he's fucking dead?? You cant just let that slide cause your dumb little boss assigned you work, Go check it out now."

Oj thought that message had something off about it, Paper never really cussed unless he was drunk off of his ass so it was odd to hear him text like that, especially cause he was normally soft spoken.

Oj didn't even decide to respond at that point, Getting up as his knees popped, grunting with pain as he walked it off, making it to the stairs ffuck i hate these things.
one step at a time Oj got up the stairs as his legs wobbled, Tight hold of the banister the entire time, he didn't wanna trip and fall , Yknow?
He made his way over to bombs door, "203" said the bronze door plate, he put his hand in his pocket and slowly pulled out a key ring, grabbing the key that matches the doors number and slotting it into the door, The door swung wide open as oj looked inside

Bomb and pickle sat on the bed, facing each other both with blunts in hand, high as fuck. there was burn marks all over the wallpaper and rug, The room stunk of burning weed, oj soon became nauseous and covered up his nose.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK , BOMB-?!"
Pickle sat their awkwardly as he ran into a nearby closet, locking himself in as he listened in to the conversation as ojs heavy footsteps got closer and closer to bomb

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THIS HOTELS RULES ARE AND YOUR PURPOSEFULLY CHOOSING TO DISOBEY THEM, YOU KNOW I CANT HANDLE THE SMELL OF THIS SHIT AND YOUR DOING THIS ON PURPOSE, AREN'T YOU?"
Oj swung his fists at bomb in a stressed out rage, just missing his head as bomb barely chuckled before getting entirely shut up by oj slapping him across the face.
bomb immediately stared up at him in shock before breaking the silence
"I-Its only s-s-some weed, dude. you should try some to cc-c-calm down."

With those words, The only thing oj could think of slipped out of his lips
"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said, Get out. I'll let you back in a week, got that? Now pack your shit and leave."
Ojs tone of voice was stern, bomb grabbed a bag and got his essentials, Pushing oj out of the way and just leaving. just like that, he was gone.

Pickle soon followed, Grabbing his shit and ran over to bomb, speaking to him but he was far enough from oj for his voice to be muffled, ringing played in ojs ears because of the loud noise, the smell driving itself to ojs nose as he gagged, deciding he should probably go to the bathroom to clear out his sinuses

Oj took a deep breath, exhaling as he made his way down the stairs

he tripped