Balloon dashed upstairs, past Test Tube and Fan as they were standing next to the stairs. Nickel and Baseball snickered at his reaction. He went straight into his room and cried on his bed. He was forgotten by OJ again and locked out in the cold for the whole night. Nickel shot him some snarky comments as well, which didn't help.

He rolled over and layed on his back, curling up into the blankets and sniffling into them. He hated everything, his life... the people who treated him like dirt... he wish he could... fix it all.

He turned to his side to see... a card? Seemed fancy. He shrugged, it looked pretty cool. He reached out to grab it, when it started to radiate with energy? Balloon flinched, narrowed his eyes as he stared down the weird object before him. His hand trembled as he reluctantly picked it up.

The card began to grow brighter, and Balloon immediately panicked and stumbled off the bed. He yelped from an antagonising pain coming from his back. He started to scream loudly. He grabbed the rubber that was expanding on his back and was pressing against the inside of his rubber. He coughed and spit out blood from his mouth and gurgled out another scream.

He didn't even notice that the card got absorbed into him, as a bright orb of light shot into his chest, it just caused the pain to intensify.

"AAAAUGH- H-HELP ME..!!!! HE-ELP M-ME!!!"

He screeched, as something on his back began to break through his rubber, until... large, heavy, white feathered wings with an unusual yellow aura surrounding them, shoot out of his back, spewing out blood behind him.

"..."

Currently, you were downstairs where Paper invited everyone in the hotel to feast on breakfast! Paintbrush and Lightbulb with Baxter on her head, Knife and Pickle, Test Tube and Fan, OJ and finally Microphone. Though, it was noticeably quieter after Balloon shouted at OJ for leaving him outside. Paper was a bit saddened by Balloons outburst. That's when you heard a faint... scream? That can't be right...