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Bul's excitement over the existence of the Fitness Club's sauna had initially baffled West, but after reluctantly giving the thing a try, he had come to realize that it was a rather nice place to spend a bit of time. It was relaxing, for as long as he could tolerate such a feeling, and he found himself seeking out the small, steamy room when he needed time alone. He certainly didn't need time alone now, in fact, this was probably the worst possible time for the demon to be alone, but there West was, making a halfassed attempt to rest. All of the aspects of the sauna that were usually calming made him uncomfortable today -- the mist, the silence, the whispering hiss of the rocks as they sizzled with soothing steam. It was everything and nothing like that place. After ten minutes, West couldn't take it anymore. He gathered his towel around his waist and hurried from the room, barely remembering to prop the door open before he left. He supposed that was one of the reasons why he wasn't supposed to be in here alone.

Once he had dried off and changed out of his swim trunks, West planned to sneak out of the Fitness Club meeting room undetected. He probably would have made it back to his room with no one the wiser, if it hadn't been for his own curiosity. The light in the NAP Club room was on. Was someone... practicing napping in there? West smirked and shook his head, peeking around the door frame.

"Hey!" he barked, hoping to wake some lazy unsuspecting student. "Who's'in 'ere?"

Oh. He had been hoping for some sleepy-eyed Snot, but it was Holly. Alone. In the NAP room. Hmm. He almost muttered an apology and left, but the entire situation was a little too strange and amusing for him to simply ignore.

West took a step inside, immediately feeling like he was invading enemy territory, despite the fact that quite a few students he considered friends were members of this club. He shook his head and grinned slightly. "Y'shoulda been on our side. Fer paintball." Another step. "I was in th'Fitness room doin'... Fitness things." Not sitting in the sauna having uncomfortable flashbacks about his death. "What're you doin' in 'ere? Besides nappin'. 'Cause that's obvious."

"Pretty much," he agreed, trying and failing to hold back a grin. "We mighta won wit'you." West shrugged. Whatever. What was done was done. Paintball had been all right, but now with the gym open properly... His smile faded slightly at the thought of Red's former domain, and his next words were much more terse. "Weights. Punchin' bags. Boxin' ring. Fitness stuff." He took another step closer to the heap of pillows, briefly wondering if their presences was Yaya's doing. Probably.

When Holly admitted she had been thinking instead of napping, West's smile faded the rest of the way, settling back somewhere between neutral and mildly pissed. He sighed, his confession hissing out with the air he expelled. "Yeahhhhhhhhh, me too." Slowly he bent over, taking a seat a couple of pillows away from the ghoul. "That trip blew."

He shook his head and chuckled, but the sound only held the barest hint of mirth. "Not that bad. Sure." In hindsight, West could admit that freezing cold, burning hot, blinding, watery, princess-crown-filled rooms were heads and shoulders above death and Hunters, but at the time, that part of the trip had sucked too.

"Next trip I'll be 'appy t'do without any a'that, thanks." He looked a little confused at his own words for a moment, chewing on his lip thoughtfully as he sat back on his pillow pile. First of all, he was implying that there would be more class trips, which considering this loony bin of a school, probably wasn't that far from being the truth. Perhaps more appalling though, was the implication that he would be going on them. He sighed softly. If given the opportunity, he probably would, especially if those white-coated bastards showed up too.

"I dunno who they were, really," he admitted. West hadn't missed the fact that they were very powerful humans who seemed dead set on killing the denizens of Halloween, but he still didn't really understand why. When asked, a fruity-looking one had yelled "because you exist," but that seemed like a pretty weak reason. Humans were made to be scared. They shouldn't fight back. The thought kind of made his skin crawl. "Angry humans, I guess? Red was... hidin'." He lowered his voice. "One a'them weapons they were all carryin' ate 'er an' then she turned inta that thing." Holly had seen Red Monster at least. "They were tryin' t'catch us." That hadn't lasted long. He shrugged and yawned. Did they pump something into the air in here?

West shrugged. He hadn't actually thought much about where the crazy flamethrower had come from, nor how Red had even been able to infiltrate the Hunters in the first place. They called her another name, he thought... Aria? West might have asked around, tried to find out more, but with the boogiemen lurking about and that ridiculous joke of a "retirement" announcement, perhaps now was not the best time. "I dunno," he muttered. "But I'd never wanna get my 'ands on one anyway." It was one thing to be pummeled by trees or spherical ghosts or awesome peppermint ninjas, but to get eviscerated by a hunk of glowing metal? Nuh uh.

He shifted a bit in his seat, unsure as to how much to reveal to the ghoul about his death and subsequent resurrection. After a brief pause, he chose a nonchalant approach, suspiciously and awkwardly changing the subject.

"So, uh, hey. When y'fell down that pit on th'island, what, didja, y'know, the place y'went. What was it like?" Subtle. "'Cause it might be relevant."

Hmm. The boil continued to speak once Holly had stopped, ignoring her question either deliberately or by accident. There was a kind of desperate fervor in his eyes, as if the right response from the ghost ghoul would answer some sort of question he couldn't properly articulate. "Didja see anythin' there? Like blobs or people you knew doin' things, but they couldn't see you?" West sat up straighter as he grilled her, his voice clearer as well. He remembered she and Demi talking about the place they had gone to when they died during that trip, and he was sure it must have been... but he'd had a body and he'd definitely seen everything. Maybe it wasn't the same. West sighed, the momentary jolt of tension that had gripped him gone again.

"Hmph." West crossed his arms and sat back. The two places didn't sound the same at all. "Well, that's jus'..." He glared at the toe of his boot, tapping his foot against nothing in particular. To tell her or not to tell her. Oh, screw it.

"So, yeah." He hesitated again, a large part of him unwilling to admit this weakness. But if he didn't tell someone, how was he going to fix things? How was he going to know? And it wasn't like he had to go into the blue fire thing or how that void had been the worst place ever. "B'fore everyone got there, Red killed me." Another pause, this one filled with thoughts of how he might have said lots of other people had died in order to make himself look less like a pansy. It was a massacre! But no, all Holly would have to do would be to ask someone who was there and she would know he had been lying. That would be worse. "I thought th'place I ended up mighta been th'one you were talkin'bout. But I didn't see kids at all." He shrugged. Maybe the blobs had been kids. He hadn't gotten a very good look at them, despite having spent what seemed like an eternity in that place. "I came back, too. An' you guys didn't 'til we got home. That 'hole place was... weird." Understatement? Yes.

"Well..." This promised to be even more embarrassing than admitting he had died in the first place had been. "I kinda hurt m'self a bunch before Red even hit me, I think. I got this punchy thing I can do ever since I fought Jingleberry again... it..." He made a punching motion with his hand while trying to think of how to describe it. He failed. "It hurts me and who I'm fightin'." It figured any FEAR ability he would gain would injure him as well as his opponent. West grinned, distracted by his tangent. "Anyway, y'should see it sometime. I'd used FEAR to try t'hit'er and then she breathed that blue fire..." He didn't shudder. Good. "I dun think anyone else died? I mean, she went crazier later, y'saw, an' a lotta people got it then, but yeah. Jus' me. His face darkened, but he wasn't truly angry. "'t's why I didn't wanna tell ya at all!"

He crossed his arms and shrugged, but continued speaking readily enough. "I saw... blobs? I mean I guess they coulda been kids, but they didn't look like any kids I've seen. Jus' blobs an' everyone else fightin'. The alive ones couldn't see or 'ear me, or if they could they were all really good at fakin'."