haunted hotel

It was a normal day at the Undervale Hotel; visitors rarely came, and when they did, they were either thrown out or killed.

But today was different, as a human guest was coming to stay, and with that news, Nathan ran down the stairs.

—Attention, everyone! This isn't a drill, there's a code yellow! No, wait, blue, I mean blue and some yellow... It's a code!

says Nathan.

—Nathan, slow down! What is it? Katherine asks, confused.

—Did you see a cool bird? gasp! Was it a finch?!

Ben asks excitedly.

Nathan's expression turned serious.

—We have a guest.

*He says, and everyone is astonished. There's a guest? But how?

This isn't a drill! Ben, I need you to make sure we have clean towels. Esther, clean the bleeding mirror! Katherine looks at Nathan. *Nathan, which is our least haunted room? She asks, wanting to make a good impression on the guest.

Oh, that's complicated... there's a lot of debate about who can haunt the place where they lived and who can haunt the place where they died. Nathan started rambling on, and Katherine looked back at Ben and Esther before handing them a walkie-talkie.

*Help your uncle find a safe room! Katherine says.

Sir, yes sir! Ben says, before running upstairs with Esther and Nathan to find a safe room. Katherine tidied up the reception a bit, only to see Abaddon standing eerily still with a wax skull.

Abaddon, out! Katherine spoke in a stern tone.

“You dare order Abaddon around, High Prince of the Black Kingdom, cursed descendant of—?” He was rudely interrupted as Katherine dragged him by the arm to a closet, before slamming the door shut and locking it as Abaddon yelled from behind.

“No prison can contain my power!” He says, his voice slightly muffled by the door.

*And just in time, when the door