Trauma is serious business. So we need some Latina and Hispanic action. Yes, there is a difference.
Author's note: Sup guys! I decided to change the colors with * Cause it would be annoying to point out the color change. Enjoy!
It has been five days since I've locked myself in my room. I have just been laying on the floor and stared at the white ceiling. My scales haven't changed from black since I regained the memory of my death. I grew a tail since then. I would have freaked out if I had the energy. My eyes also change color with the scales, cause I looked in the mirror and they were also black. The scales covered my entire arms and legs, with bits on my feet and chest. I heard that I'm getting more corrupt with each passing time. There is a knock at the door.
"H-Hey. It's me again. Just checking up on you." Oh Charlie. Bless her for still trying. She's the only one that seems to care about my hopeless ass. "You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, me and Vaggie are always here for you." I stay silent. I just don't know what to say and I'll just be a bother anyway...Wait a minute. I should talk! I can't believe it has taken me this long to realize. I bet my mom would beat my ass for being this much of a pussy. Then hug me for being emotional. I want to remember them for their good times alive instead of their end.
*Brown* "He-" I cough. It hurts! I heard not talking for a long time weakens your vocal chords, but I didn't think that still applies once your dead! Great, now my voice is hoarse as the place I'm currently living. It is a challenge getting up, but I'm good. One look at the mirror and I know for a fact I'm not leaving this room being this dirty. "I'll meet you guys in a moment. I need to to shower real quick." I say hoarsely.
"Really!? That's terrific news! I'll gather everyone in the ballroom. Vaggie will be waiting at the lobby for you when you're done. Don't take too long. She can be very impatient." She quickly leaves. I go into the bathroom and let the warm water soothe me.
The memory of my death keeps resurfacing, but the constant exposure makes certain events change. Like the first time was smelling blood, dead parents, bad guys and gunshot. Pretty straightforward. But then it changes to bad guys, gunshot, bad guys and gunshot. Then the kicker that made me doubt was smelling blood, orgy, massive bukkake and shooting myself. Either the trauma is so horrific that my brain can't even give me an uncensored version or maybe...I spent too long already. Don't wanna keep this Vaggie waiting. I grab some white shirt and pants in one of the cabinets. Can't wear shoes anymore cause I got reptilian feet now. All right. Time to he-"AAAOUCH!" I totally forgot I had a tail and slam the door on it. I head down and there's a woman with a frown on her face glaring at me.
*Orange* "You must be Vaggie." I extend my hand. "My name is-"
"Don't waste your time. You'll have your chance to introduce yourself along with everyone else." She turns and starts walking down the hall to the ballroom. Well that was very rude. Though I should get used to it by now. I follow her and we eventually find the room but she stops and turns to me.
"A little word of advice. From here on out, you'll be a patient in the hotel and we will try our hardest for you guys to ascend to Heaven. So please don't try and do any stupid shit. Am I clear?"
*Blue* "Crystal." She still doubts me but we go ahead inside and I gotta say...the room looks spiffy as fuck. Lot's of snake and apple designs around the place and it's very spacious as expected. Look, I'm not an expert when it comes to describing fancy stuff, so bear with me. In the middle of the room are white chairs positioned in a circle and one of the seats are occupied by a four-armed girl. She's pretty busty and isn't afraid to show it. I look too hard as she notices me and smirks. Showing those sharp teeth and one golden tooth.
"Ya like what you see?" She sounds like a male mobster...Wait a minute. "What da ya say we ditch this shit show, go to my room and fuck each other in the ass?" The now pretty boy wraps his arms around me.
*Red* "Uuuuh, I think I'll hard pass on that one, chief." If this was a normal situation, I'd think about it. Right now, there's too much weird shit I don't know. He frowns and sighs frustratingly.
"Uuuugh! How much longer is Blushes going to take? Do you have any idea how many dicks I could've sucked by now?" He starts counting. "More than you've had in your entire life." He directs that comment to Vaggie, in which she responds with a glare so intense, I can practically hear a tiger's growl from it. We hear the door open and speaking of the devil, it's Charlie with the rest of the group. In a split nanosecond, one of them dashes towards the spider man and start flopping on top of him like a fish. "Fucking hell! Can someone get this retard off of me!?" Vaggie and I grab the fucker off and sit him on the chair. Now I see why he was flopping around. He's wearing a straitjacket.
"Oh. You're a man." He says it so as a matter of factly. As if he didn't just sexually assault someone. His white feathers relax and he slouches. He looks like a duck, but more demonic. As everything in Hell is. Vaggie is already helping the gay dude up. Charlie approaches the situation and the look on her face tells me she's not liking how this is already starting.
After Charlie reassures us that it's all cool and chill, we each sit on the chairs. Me and Vaggie have to unfortunately sit next to the duck dude.
"Okay! Now that we finally have everyone here, we can know a little more about each other and work together towards your ascension!" Charles knows how to keep the spirit up, even when no one here shares her enthusiasm. Reading the room, she gets a little nervous. "How about we start by introducing ourselves. Would you like to start Angel?" She motions at the femboy and he sighs.
"I don't see the point of this but whatever." He composes himself by fixing his hair and puffy chest. "The name's Angel Dust. I'm sure you avid porn addicts have heard of me." Most people nod.
"So you're a pornstar or something?" Everyone looked at me like I've just asked the dumbest question in the world. *Grey* "I just got here, ok?" I frustratingly say.
"Meet me later and we can get to know each other personally. Preferably with one of us being tied up to the bed~." Aaaaand he just made things awkward.
"Well it's a no brainer most of you know Angel. How about you?" She points at the duck person.
"Name's Bob." He says smoothly. If he didn't try to rape Angel earlier, I would've thought him to be a chill dude. We wait for him to add more, but there's silence.
"That's it?" Angel says.
"She just said to introduce myself."
"I just thought you would have more to say for someone who tried to rape me."
"Hmph. I thought you were a girl, you weren't. Then I stopped." It's scary how nonchalant he is.
"O-Ok. Let's move on to the next person." Charles gestures at the wolf guy. His grey fur has black patterns that forms into flames at the top of his head. The jean jacket compliments him well. He has no pants, but his bottom part is so furry, I imagine it must be hard to put one on. His scarlet eyes are scanning the room.
"Qwais Saad. I got executed by gunfire and my sin is adultery." He firmly states. He has a slight middle eastern accent.
"SHIRLEY KAISER!" *Red* I jump out of my seat. That fucking scared the shit out of me! The person who screamed has a head of a vulture with antlers that look like dead twigs. She is covered heavily with a black hoodie, white victorian undershirt and a long ass gray skirt. The only color that pops out are her sky blue eyes looking at me with confusion. "Did I startle you, sonny?" She asks with her very clear irish accent. Angel is laughing his ass off from my reaction and everyone else is giving me mixed emotions. Except for Bob, who seems very unimpressed. I quickly get back to my seat.
"Just a little." I say trying to play it cool.
"Hahahaha! A little? You should've seen the look on your face!" Angel imitates my expression and continues laughing. *Pink* Jesus Christ. I want to die again.
"It's okay. I apologize if AAAAH scared you." *Yellow* It takes sheer immense power for me not to laugh out loud. "As AAAH was saying, my name is Shirley KAAAH-iser. My sin is Sin-eating and AAAAH died because of potato blight...AAAAH!" Please don't let her caw again because I'm about to fucking lose it! Thank god they're distracted by her quirk as I recover from laughing internally.
"It's nice to meet you, Shirley. I hope you have a wonderful time at our hotel!" Charles claps excitedly.
"I would like to go next." Says a smooth womanly voice. I look around to find the source. "I am Lilian Wickerman. I was hanged for practicing witchcraft. I wouldn't consider it a sin, but here I am." The fucking loli black cat is the one speaking. She has some white markings on her fur, but because I'm an uncultured swine, I don't want to assume it to be voodoo or some shit. Her violet shirt that says "I'm a Fun Size!" makes me think something about her is very wild. She has a skinny jean to really emphasize her figure. "So what about you?" She's eyeing me with her hazel eyes. "You look very human for a sinner." Now everyone is looking at me.
*Pink* "W-Well, I just got here. Maybe it's a process." I compose myself. *Orange* "I'm Daniel Gomez. I died by...getting murdered." I pause for a moment. "I actually don't know what my sin is."
"Hahaha! Sure thing, angel boy." Bob. No one asked for your opinion.
"It's like you said, you've only just arrived here. Give it some time and we'll eventually figure out your sin." Charles reassures me. But even then, a sin is something one would never forget.
Lights out
Angel: Hey! Who turned out the lights?
Vaggie: Everyone stay where you are!
Charlie: I thought we already paid the electric bill.
A spotlight appears in the middle of the group with Danny standing.
Daniel: *Violet* There is nothing more tragic than paying for a crime one does not remember committing.
Lights fade in
There is a moment of silence. I look up to see that the tip of my tail produced the light source for my performance. The tail coils back to normal.
"What the fuck was that?" Angel questions trying to break the ice.
"I don't know. It felt...natural." I couldn't put it in better words.
"O-Okay. Now that everyone is well acquainted with each other, we can start talking about your rehabilitation." I sit down and we all pay attention. Except for Bob. "All of you are here because I know deep inside your soul there is a rainbow just waiting to shine through. While me and Vaggie will provide the tools, it's up to you to make the change and be purified to ascend to the Heavens!" I'm awestruck by her speech. But most of the group seem uninterested. Especially Bob.
Some hours later…
After the intervention, everyone decided to go their own things. I went back to my room. I didn't notice it the first time, but I have to admit that it's very fancy looking. I've never been to any hotels, so who knows if it's actually good but I don't mind. I look out the window and see the city. As chaotic as I remember. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life in such a place. Smart move on having the place on the edge. I hear a knock and open the door, but there was no one.
"Weird." I look down and see a file of some sort. Checking if someone is watching, I pick it up and lock the door. Hmmmmm, I don't know if someone dropped it and I should probably return it...I open it and see most of the stuff are redacted! It has a picture of me as a child and it only has my name, date of birth and basic physical information. Even my death is censored. Now why would my death be censored? I have the memory of my death, unless there's more to it than meets the eye. I should probably ask Charles about this.
"But not before a good fapping session! Been tensed all day i gotta release it. Hmmm. Now who do I fap to~?"
