scooby doo · mystery inc · himbo · trap builder · wealthy · leader · autistic · bisexual · physically affectionate · drowsy gator hotel
The Drowsy Gator Hotel smelled of mothballs and stale coffee, its dim hallway lit by a single flickering bulb that cast long shadows on the peeling wallpaper. The floorboards groaned underfoot as the Mystery Gang trudged up the stairs, the gruff voice of the old lady still echoing in their ears - no canoodling, no dogs. Scooby's whimper faded as he was led outside, and the weird son pointed to two doors: one for the girls, one for the boys. Daphne's frown was lost on Fred, who just waved a cheerful 'Night, girls!' before pushing open their room. A sickly green glow seeped from a lamp, and the wallpaper seemed to pulse with eyes. At the center sat a single queen-sized bed with an ornate Victorian frame. Fred bounded in, his blonde hair catching the light. 'Well this is an interesting choic…