The Castle's Cleaning Lady - Twisted Wonderland Reader insert

Chapter 4: Damn, you live like this?

Okay... Maybe she was leading herself on a bit there. Especially when she faced her dormitory.

The gateway was missing a lamp and the eerie cold and stone steps crept up to the building like it was a death walk. Dead trees - absent of any life except cobwebs and spiders - filled the Dormitory's environment like weeds to a garden. [Name] winced as one tree had nearly collapsed from a tear in its torso - the dead thing couldn't even stand properly as age and strong storms had swept it over. Similarly, crumbled statues littered the grass with their debris laid even further from its initial origin. The girl particularly avoided her gaze at the three stones unnaturally ordered shoulder to shoulder and raised mounds at the bases'. A rusted shovel leaned against the pointed steel fence bordering the area.

Everything was just so... bare and lifeless. Was this place even inhabitable? What had even happened here?

The actual house itself was the embodiment of a haunted house, windows bordered with decaying wood, some smashed and some opaque with dirt and grime. [Name] didn't like how some windows had lights in them - didn't Crowley say this place was abandoned?

"That's too much charm," [Name] cringed, tripping slightly up the stone steps, chipping the stone effortlessly with her weight. "That building reeks of lawsuits, Mr Crowley."

"Yes, yes, whatever. Please come inside." He motioned for the girl to follow with a wave of his hand. She merely grunted and scowled, pulling her suitcase along. He loved to ignore her, didn't he?

She closed the door behind her but it fell off its hinges with a mighty SLAM, pulling [Name] out her body in shock, and laid sorrowfully on the ground. With much effort, struggles, grunts, sweat and Crowley's help, she tugged it up and fitted it as best she could back into the frame. Mr Vargas was right about her weak arms, even if did offend her a little.

The inside was worse than the exterior, all the furniture had been turned over, cobwebs were between the corners and paintings clung to the wall. She huffed at phallic-looking vandalism over the cobweb-ridden fireplace. Damn teenagers... Though it would probably be something she would do honestly in a different place and time.

"Staying here will at least keep you out of the rain. I'm going back to do more research. Make yourselves at home!" Crowley left [Name] to her own devices and she exasperatedly looked over the mess she knew she would have to clean up eventually. "Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!"

"I don't even know where to start... This place is an utter shithole. How'd it get so bad? Am I really going to be living here...?" [Name] said to herself, hands-on hip as she scanned the room. Sighing, she placed down her suitcase and opened it to see if there was anything of use to clean up the area she was about to sleep in. Conveniently, she took out a broom which without magic would never have fit in such a small carryon. Mr Crewel had left a label - A broom to try clean that horrid dormitory, sincerely Puppy and I.

P.S. there are more cleaning products inside ;) use to your liking. Good luck, darling.

"At least it can't get any worse... Anddddd it's raining," [Name] lamented only to jinx herself. Some places on the wall began to darken as they became damp and the girl shivered as a chilly drop trickled on the top of her head.

"Hyiii! It's really coming down!"

[Name] nostrils flared at the familiar and infuriating voice and whipped around to see Grim. The little rat monster. He stood smirking with his paws resting cockily on his waist.

"Gyahaha!" He laughed. "You've got this stupid look on your face like a spider being attacked with a water gun!"

"You," [Name] said with such malice but the ignorant rat monster merely laughed. "Why are you here!?"