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Rating:Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death
Category:Multi
Fandom:Split (2016), Glass (2019)
Relationship:Kevin Wendell Crumb/Original Female Character(s), Kevin Wendell Crumb/Casey Cooke, The Horde (Split)/Original Female Character(s), The Horde (Split)/Casey Cooke
Characters:Kevin Wendell Crumb, Casey Cooke, Dennis (Split), Hedwig (Split), Patricia (Split), The Beast (Split), The Horde (Split), David Dunn, Joseph Dunn, Elijah Price | Mr Glass
Language: English
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❝the broken are indeed the pure, and the ones deserving of the world❞
Kitty hasn't had the best life, and her friend Casey can attest to that, as well as telling you some tales of her own horrid life. When they're invited to a birthday party by a girl in their art class, they go in order to escape their harsh lives, but what they don't realise is that they're about to be brought into a whole new world of madness.
Now, Casey and I are the only ones in the room. Both Claire and Marcia have been separated from us because they didn't obey the unspoken rules given to us by our captor. Well, I suppose that you could say 'captors' as there is more than one personality in Kevin's body. That thought makes my stomach turn, even though I know most of them, and that they wouldn't hurt us by choice. There is only one personality in that body that would hurt us - the Beast.
Since Kevin and I haven't spoken or seen each other in years, none of the personalities recognise me, or remember the hellish thing called my childhood that I was forced to live with a foster family. He and I used to be friends of a sort, and I grew to like the other personalities inside him, particularly Barry and Jade, and maybe even Patricia as she was more of a mother to Kevin and I than our mothers were.
The Beast didn't exactly exist back then, but there were still rumours rattling around inside Kevin's head about the appearance of another personality. I'm not even sure how the rest of the personalities were created other than Dennis, Patricia and Hedwig, but we all got along at least, and with as few problems as possible. Then came the day that Kevin stopped using what they all call the 'Light', and Barry became in charge of who could use the Light, and when they could use it.
The door opens and Casey instantly puts up her guard, whereas I stay reclining against the wall where I'm sitting on the ground, aware that Dennis is a neat freak and hates any kind of mess. As expected, Dennis walks in, glasses perched on his nose, and his eyes hard and unyielding, shirt tucked neatly into his ironed pants, and his shoes clean and pristine. His eyes move between both Casey and I, and I notice how the look on his face becomes frustrated when he sees me sitting on the floor, clearly daring him.
"You're... you're all dusty," Dennis sighs, holding his hand out. "Please take off your pants."
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest. "No. I'm not giving you my pants so you can ogle my body."
"Please... It's filthy."
"Dennis, how about this." That catches his attention. "How about, you give us a goddamn washing machine and a dryer, alright? Then we could wash our clothes and be clean, and we don't have to give up our only sets of clothes in this place."
Casey gives me a wide-eyed look, practically terrified for me, and swallows harshly, eyes moving back to where the surprised Dennis is standing in the doorway. The bald man stands there, contemplating my request, for a few seconds, and then turns and walks out of the room, closing the door and locking it. Shrugging to myself, I close my eyes, hyper aware of Casey only a few feet from me, and the sounds of the underground area we are being kept in.
Minutes later, the door opens and Dennis walks in, pushing in an old washing machine, tubes slung over his shoulder. Watching as he works to connect the washing machine up to one of the sink taps in the bathroom, I notice a box sitting in the room outside. Sighing, I climb to my feet and walk out of mine and Casey's little 'room', Dennis halting his work to watch me carefully. When I return pushing the box, his goes back to his work, adding the finishing touches before taking the box off me and pulling a dryer out of it.
Running an extension cord from a power point in the front room, he plugs in both the washer and the dryer using a double adaptor before turning to face us. "Come here."
Casey hesitates, and I move over to Dennis, making sure to brush against him.
"Washing machine. They're both liquid, and the amounts are written on the bottles, and the instructions are in the machine with the bottles, but please do a cold wash. Dryer. Instructions are inside, but, please, dry cool. There's very limited hot water and such."
