Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter Thirteen ♡

"Do you remember anything before coming here, Eddie?"

My husband sat on the pull out couch I'd called my bed for the past few months, with his head in his hands. His fingers ran through the little bit of hair he had as he mulled over my question.

"I remember... little bits and pieces. I remember my... mother, who no doubt would've loved you." He lifted his head and threw me a smile before continuing, "And I remember having some friends... and a job, maybe. It's still all so fuzzy." I was actually a tad bit shocked that he even answered in such a way. Before now, I wasn't sure what to expect out of Eddie Gluskin. He was very violent, and single minded. I thought perhaps asking him a question of that kind would get me a rude answer, like, "Is it really any of your concern, slut?"

But ever since we'd finally made it into my little section of the asylum, he'd been nothing but agreeable with me.

Surprisingly, it had seemed as if my "home" had remained fairly untouched from the variants and staff that were wandering the asylum. Everything was where it had been before, even my blankets were still wrapped up on the couch.

"Why are you asking me this, darling?" Eddie crossed his legs, along with his arms as he stared up at me.

"Before... before I met you down in your shop - do you remember meeting me?" I inquired, still standing opposite of him. He'd allowed me to freshen up in the shower unattended, and change into a fresh set of clothes. I had found a good pair of jeans, and a tight fit red t-shirt that I usually wore on my days off. I was sure that every step of the way while I was cleaning myself up, he'd been right there. Like a vigilante.

"Yes. That is one thing I most certainly remember. You were a... doctor here?"

"Not a doctor, but an intern. I was going to be a psychiatric counselor here. You really frightened me when you came up to me, begging for help..." I trailed off as I finally came to him, to take a seat next to him.

"I didn't mean to... frighten you. I'm awfully sorry." He turned to me, taking one of my hands in both of his. "I know I did something horrible to wind up in this misbegotten place. But I myself was terrified of what they would do to me. It's... human nature, isn't it so, darling?"

It was completely normal for a human to be terrified of being hurt, or being killed. We as humans have it in our DNA that we have to do everything we can to survive. Flight or fight.

My situation was painstakingly obvious of this.

"Even if you are my husband, I can still offer you help. I can still help you pull through whatever you did, and help you. I want to help y-"

"There's nothing wrong with me." He cut me off curtly, and it seemed that the angrier version of Eddie was showing its tail. Perhaps Eddie only had a few moments of clarity before sinking back into the deranged version of himself. Like a split personality. I'd have to make good use of these moments so that I could reach out to him.

"Are you hungry?" I asked him sweetly, ignoring his rudness. Oddly enough now, where I was in my element, I was no longer entirely afraid of speaking to him. I still did my best to choose my words carefully, lest I upset him.

"Practically starving, my little wife!" He boomed at me, with a wicked grin. He patted my leg. "Why don't you fix us up something to eat?"

My little makeshift kitchen was nothing special. It was like an employee lounge, with a fridge and a counter, with some cupboards. There was even a table with a few chairs in it. Prior to coming to Mount Massive, I'd purchased a little electric burner that plugged into the wall. I didn't often go to the cafeteria, and it was impossible to get take out from all the way up here.