Skibidi, the elegant porcelain toilet, had seen many things in his life, but never a hotel. He was excited about the new experience, but also felt an eerie sense of unease.

As Skibidi was carried into the hotel by the bellboy, he noticed a peculiar smell. It was damp, musty, and foreboding, unlike anything he had experienced before.

In the corner of the room, a camerawoman and cameraman were adjusting their equipment. They looked tense, their faces pale under the harsh, artificial light.

They began filming, the babygronk playing happily in the background. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with suspense.

Suddenly, Skibidi felt a chill run through his porcelain body. He was being drawn towards a hidden door that led to an underground dungeon.

The camerawoman followed Skibidi, her camera focused on him as they entered the dungeon. The air was thick with dust and the smell of decay.

Skibidi, despite his fear, ventured deeper into the dungeon. He found an old, rusty toilet, its surface covered in cobwebs.

The cameraman joined them, his face pale and his hands trembling. He was visibly scared, but his professional dedication kept him going.

Suddenly, the dungeon was filled with an eerie sound. Skibidi knew it was the sound of a toilet flushing, but it was like no flush he had ever heard before.

The camerawoman's camera picked up ghostly images, her fear evident as she continued to film. Their discovery was beyond anything they could have imagined.

The babygronk, sensing the fear, began to whimper. Its innocent playfulness was replaced by a terrified whimper.

The cameraman, unable to stand the fear, ran out of the dungeon, leaving Skibidi and the camerawoman alone in the terrifying darkness.

Skibidi tried to reassure the camerawoman, his porcelain body providing a strange sense of comfort. But the horrors of the dungeon were too much.

The babygronk, overwhelmed by fear, ran after the cameraman, leaving Skibidi and the camerawoman alone.

As they ventured further into the dungeon, they found a room filled with discarded toilets, their white porcelain bodies cracked and covered in dust.

The room was filled with a chilling aura, the discarded toilets whispering their horrifying tales to Skibidi, who listened in silent terror.

The camerawoman, her fear replaced by fascination, filmed the room. Her camera captured the horror, transforming it into a chilling documentation.