The next morning, Tabitha wanted to know more about the people who work here. She didn't know how many people worked there, or how old they all were. There were only a few she knew about. Like Juniper, Cecelia, Dahlia and a few more.
She rushed to the kitchen, to see who she would find. There, Grace was cooking, Maya is sewing and Charles is reading. She ran up to Charles, "Hi!", She chirps. He looks up, "Hi little one. What's going on?". Almost vibrating with excitement, "What was your life like?", She asks him. "Oh, Uhm. Not much happened in my life", he said, clearly not wanting this conversation. Quickly, he got up and left. "Boo", she crosses her arms. "Don't worry, hun. He's just like that. He's sensitive", Grace says, stirring the food in the pot. "But why?", Tabitha asks, pushing a bit.
"Well, he'll tell you eventually, sweetheart", she simply said.
Over with Dahlia, whom just finished bringing a family to their room. She turns a corner into a room that has no one in it. It's like a employee only room. Sliding against the wall, she let out a soft, Shakey breath. "God", she said to herself, "I don't know how long I can do this. It's been so long...", She chuckled sadly to herself. She could remember the day she came...
Dahlia walked down the hall on the Kraken floor with her mother and father. "Mama", she said quietly, moving her corset to try to be more comfortable. "Yes dear?", Her mother asked her. "Why do I have to wear this corset and dress? I wanna dress like the boys", she told her mother, who stopped and looked at her, almost horrified. She was eighteen, but still lived with her parents. "Because Dahlia Marie, women wear dresses. It's 1879, we keep up with the fashion and stay home while your father works", she states, almost harshly. She grabbed Dahlia's wrist and dragged her away to the room. Where Dahlia almost started crying. She just wanted to be equal to the men.
Later that day, Dahlia walked around, thinking. She thought about dozens of things. Then, she ran into a man. He had black, clean cut hair. "Oh sorry mister!", She said, backing away a little. "Don't worry. No harm was done", he said. "Oh, well that's good. I'm um, Dahlia", she said, sticking out her hand. He smiled, and shook it. "Tobias", he shook her hand. "Would you like to walk with me?", He asks her. Dahlia didn't want to, but she remembered that mother had told her to take offers, you don't know what they could lead to.
They walked for hours, just talking. Dahlia ranted about how she isn't allowed to dress like other men, or at least wear pants. Tobias just listened. Eventually, they made their way to the roof, where they stood and talked more. She turned around to look at the view. "Wow! Isn't it just beautiful up here?", She gasped, seeing the view. "Why yes it is, miss Dahlia", he says, chuckling. "what's so funny?", She asked, turning around. She then gasped.
Tobias held a gun in front of her, aiming at her head. "Mister Tobias? What are you doing?", She asked, somewhat shakily. "You have a bright personality, darling. Plus, you look good, so. I'm willing to release you from this sexist crap, but in return, you work for me, sweetheart", he says, cocking the gun. "I'd rather live in this world than in hell with you", she says, not knowing where she can go. "Well, too bad". He shot her right in the head. She died before she hit the ground. Her limp body hit the floor with a Thud! Just like that, she was dead. Tobias left, satisfied.
A month later, Dahlia walked out of her room, somehow alive. That's where she met Juniper. She adjusted to her new life and her job.
Dahlia let tears roll down her face. She put her head on her knees. "What are you doing here, darlin?", A voice asks her. She looks up at him. He moved a lock of his black hair out of his hair. "Why are you crying?", He asks her. "Leave me alone, Boss", Dahlia gets up, wiping her eyes. "Come on, tell me. You know your my favorite", he moves her chin up to look at him. "Come on", he says. "I told you", Dahlia was filled with rage. "Leave me alone, Tobias!!", She pushes the boss to the ground, holding a knife she acquired to him. He grinned.
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Hotel Cryptid [completed]
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