The Haunted Hotel
A/N: So here's one of the many fics I plan on writing! Anyways, Everyone except GRFT is humanized (I kept GRFT a tiger, just because it makes more sense to me) and , yep. Enjoy! Also, credit for Human!Belly Bag's name (Billy Baggins) goes to Mother-Zombie. She gets partial credit for Billy's great great great grandpa's last name (which is also Baggins) I came up with the first name, Barnabas (nickname Barney). Okay, enough rambling, enjoy!
Pizza Steve brushed a lock of Honey's golden blonde hair out of her face, as he smooched her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, as he kissed her a few more times. He was about to reach for her skirt when…
"Hey Pizza Steve! What are you and Honey doing?" said the very familiar voice of Uncle Grandpa
Pizza Steve and Honey both exclaimed and fell off the couch. Pizza Steve thought that he and Honey were alone.
"Uh…Nothing!" he pushed his hair out of his face. "Nope! Not a thing!" He tried not to blush, but the bright red rush of blood colored his face. He picked up Honey, and carried her to another room. "Now, where were we?" He kissed Honey a whole bunch more. Once again, as they were about to undress…
"Pizza Steve, what are you doing in my room?" asked Mr. Gus
"Nothing!" He picked up Honey and went to the bathroom. "Nobody will bother us in here!"
Pizza Steve was just about to kiss Honey when Giant Realistic Flying Tiger burst in, with a roar.
"DAMMIT! CAN'T ME AND HONEY JUST HAVE PRIVACY FOR ONCE?"
"Steve calm-"
"I WON'T CALM DOWN! EVERYTIME WE WERE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING, SOMEONE INTERRUPTED US!"
"Shh!" Honey shushed him by kissed him. "How about we go to a hotel or something?" She caressed his face.
"We can do that? Oh yeah…" said Pizza Steve "Okay, let's go."
~The Haunted Hotel~
Aranea Von Spinne, a ghost who haunted the local Holiday Inn was floating, with her back on the ceiling. She was bored.
She exhaled loudly, which was unusual, seeing that she didn't have lungs anymore.
Aranea contemplated leaving her once home, but she decided against it, as every place she liked no longer existed. The only reason she lurked in the Holiday Inn was because this is where she had lived, with her deceased lover, Barney.
Despite Barney also being dead, he hadn't become a ghost like her, as he had lived a full life, and died of old age, while Aranea had died prematurely of typhoid when she was 22. Aranea had been there when he had to move on, marry someone else, have children, and eventually die.
Aranea had no one. Everyone else she had liked also lived full lives, without her. She grimly remembered the day when another she had loved, Hope Smith, had visited where she had lived after she had died. Hope had married another man named Stanley, and they had come to visit, only for Aranea's funeral. By then, Hope had 2 children, and was expecting another.
This was sad, and awkward for Aranea, being that two of her lovers met for her funeral, and also, Hope was happy with Stanley.
Ever since then, Aranea had been broken-hearted.
Now, she just haunted this hotel. She had no reason to leave. She had no reason for anything.
Aranea heard the ding of the elevator, and looked. Out of the elevator stepped the exact image of Hope, wearing a dark turquoise tank-top, and black and white horizontal striped high-waisted bubble skirt and ballerina slippers, holding a roller suitcase. Aranea was love-struck.
"Hope…" She murmured. Aranea put her hands on her chest, and slowly floated down, landing on her feet. She was about to walk over too "Hope" when a man resembling Stanley walked out of the elevator. Aranea's hopeful smile vanished. "Of course. He always ruins everything!" Aranea growled, crossing her arms.
"Okay, it's room 417." said Pizza Steve, as he took Honey's hand and went to their room. He opened the door, flipped on the lights, and plopped on the bed.
Honey put the suitcase in the closet, and hopped onto the bed. She kissed Pizza Steve, and then there was a knock at the door.
Pizza Steve sighed, and walked over to the door, and opened it. It was Uncle Grandpa.
"Good Mornin'!"
"Uncle G, what are you doing here?"
"I heard you two were staying at a hotel! I thought that was a great idea! So I got everyone rooms!"
Pizza Steve frowned.
"Aw, why are you frowning! Here, I'll call room service and get us some food!" said Uncle Grandpa, pulling out a banana. He "dialed it". "Yes, room service, can we get some food up in here? Okay, thank you."
"Uncle G that's not gonna-"
Then a room service guy, who was just another Uncle Grandpa in a suit, came with a tray. He opened the tray, and there were miniature Uncle Grandpas on the tray.
"Oh yes! My favorite!" Uncle Grandpa ate the miniature Uncle Grandpas.
Pizza Steve backed away and closed the door.
"Steve?" asked Honey
"Uncle Grandpa is here"
"Oh…"
"Well this isn't really working out."
"What are we going to do?"
"I dunno!" Pizza Steve shrugged.
"Well, it's getting late, maybe we should just sleep it off."
"Okay."
They both undressed and went to bed.