preowned | cloud

How is this a door...

[ he wants to cry!!!!!! ]

How is any of this food.

[ he taps the brownie. it makes a thunk noise. it is hard.

like a door. ]

Maybe if we break it open, there's a prize inside?

It's going to be more food. It's just going to be more food. Stop.

They have to run out of food.

It's a cursed restaurant in a murder hotel, how are they going to run out of food?

Perhaps if we act as if we really enjoyed the food they'll run out?

Stop. Enough. No more schemes. All they do is get us more food.

Well, what else are we supposed to do? Actually eat it?

We might die, but I think we're out of other options. We have to eat the food.

[

he slowly picks up the fork again ]

[ cloud gives up and grabs a fucking spoon. it was probably for the brownie. ]

This is worse than the hallways.

At least I felt like I was accomplishing something while opening them.

[ he did not feel this way at all at the time ]

Yeah. [ he also did not feel that at the time. ] The only thing I feel now is congealed grease in my stomach.

Are these doors just getting worse? Every week?

It has to be. This is the worst food I've ever taste.

This could be another way to kill us.

We might be dead already. It feels like we've been here for a week.

Maybe even going onto two...

Like a bad joke that never ends.