Riddlebird: a Nygmobblepot Tale

chapter 9: help me...

Gertrude shivers, clutching her blanket close. Three months she's been in this hellhole called arkham. Three months Miley Valeska has tortured her. And now here she is.

Cold...

Broken...

Alone.

Her brother is in the narrows, running a clown show and mocking her. She cries harder when she remembers all the times he saved her from the bad people.

He loved her once. But not anymore.

But one day, EJ was at arkham again, ans Gertrude had to be alone with him.

"You got my letter!" She gasps. EJ looks at her with pure confusion.

"Yes, I did. You told me--"

"To help me. I didn't send that letter to you...I sent it to the one who's name I wouldn't speak."

"Gertrude, don't..." EJ says weakly.

"Help me, Puzzler. Please..."

EJ's entire expression changes, and his eyes go dark.

"Shall we get started?" A dark, rough gritty voice says harshly, laughing.

Gertrude smiles slowly, quickly realizing this is her Puzzler she's talking to.

"Let's get you outta here, sis..."

"I'd like that..."

What am I writing???