Partners in Crime

It's all going to be okay

"Oh Come ON!" whined a certain elf-like creature. "You can't be that good. Are you cheating or something?" "you tell me. You can enter the game or something, right?" Stitches muttered. BEN just glared at her, but she ignored him, and resumed the game. With that, BEN simply jumped into the television, and tried to beat up her character. She avoided him. With a sigh, he returned to the couch, but found that she was no longer there. Instead, she was in the kitchen, taking small bites out of a organ, presumably a heart. Her mouth-guard mask was open in the middle, revealing only her mouth. BEN, and almost everyone else in the mansion were curious about this. Why did she cover her mouth and cheeks all the time? Did she have an injury? if so, than she shouldn't have to worry about being laughed at. many of them had weird appearances, even her sister. But despite that, she still felt unsafe around them.

"Stitches!"

She turned, saw her sister, and Bloody Painter. She remained expressionless. "Are.. you okay?" Soul Snatcher asked. Stitches frowned, and closed the mask above her mouth. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at her. "Yes.. Why would you ask? " Stitches replied. "Maybe because you didn't answer a certain question Bloody Painter here asked you, and he seems to be worried about it. About you." Stitches looked away. "Then why don't you answer it then?" "because he asked you. Not me." Stitches looked at Helen, before giving in. "Fine"

"We've never known about our family. We were raised in a mental asylum. The doctors there were nice to Soul Snatcher, at least. They never really bothered with me. One of them, Granter, he made us what we are." "And that is..?" "You'll find out eventually, I'm sure." "You won't tell me?" "No. As for my friends, well, there were not a lot of them. Mostly patients around my age. But...well, I'm sure most of them are dead now. The asylum caught fire a few years after Soul Snatcher and I escaped." "oh...I'm sorry." She glared. "I don't want your sympathy. You probably say it out of habit." "No, I actually mean it. Say, can you answer me one last thing?" She nodded. "What's with your strange habit of covering your mouth and cheeks?" She stiffened. She knew someone, besides Toby, would ask that eventually. "I...injured myself a time ago. I also repaired the injury, but it doesn't heal. I make sure that it doesn't." With that, she got up to leave, but Helen grabbed her arm, and tugged her near him. He untied the mask, and noticed that she looked like she was about to cry. She tried to hide her cheeks, but he stopped her from doing so. He looked at her. From the corners of her lips to her cheeks, were the stitches she tried so very hard to hide. The parts of her she tried to hide. With that, she let the first few tears fall silently. he pulled her to him. "shh.. It's alright." She sniffled, and didn't look at him. "No, it's not. I've been trying to keep you from seeing this..mess that I am." "What are you talking about? You are not a mess. Not to my eyes, not to anyone's eyes." "What about Eyeless Jack? He doesn't even have any." She gave a small smile, and he smiled back. "You're most likely not a mess to his...dark, empty sockets." That made her laugh a bit. "My point is, you are cared for here, and we make sure that no one hurts our family."