Fandom [Creepypasta] - The Mental Ward

[BabyDoll]

Belladonna looks up at him. She was caught off guard by his question, even though she shouldn't be. "Yes. Why?" she asks. She didn't know why she was surprised, this is basically an insane asylum. Stalky's voice is now soft, and his stare lingered on Bella. I wonder if he's feeling alright?

 

[grey987]

"Oh... I was just curious, that's all." Stalky paused, busying himself by cutting out a piece of an egg white with his fork. He didn't say anything for a while, seemingly absorbed in his thoughts as he eventually placed said egg white segment into his mouth and chewed absent-mindedly. Then, after swallowing what he'd eaten, he finally said, "You just don't look like the kind of person who'd kill other people. I can't quite recall if you've ever told me how you came to be the person you are... The reason why you've been labelled as a 'Creepypasta', as they so like to coin it... But you don't quite look like you've ever killed anyone regardless. You look... innocent, in a word." Another pause, and then he spoke again. "Can you tell me how you did it? Your first kill?"

 

[blue nebula]

Bellatrix Emerald Aldford


Location: Room/Dining area | Mood: Curious | Near: Several other 'Pastas'
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Bellatrix was sleeping soundly, captured in a wildly relaxing dream. A dream of blood trickling down the side of a young woman's face, and Bellatrix reached out to touch it, but didn't want to ruin the beauty and adrenaline rush she recieved from the wonderful sight. She lusted to have this joyous feeling once more, to watch the blood rush down her victim's face, to touch it and imagine their pain and see what the blood is like, and how it fee- "Beep. Beep. BEEP! Beep. Beep. BEEP!" Her alarm clock chirped annoyingly, abruptly ripping her from her wonderful dreams and pulling her back into her reality, a hell-like facility where she had to pretend to be sane in order to truly be herself again. She peeled the covers off of her and sat up in her averagely comfortable bed. Bellatrix was dressed in a white sleeping gown with straps that reached just above her knees, and a pair of white crew socks with the facility's brand on them. Bellatrix undressed quickly, and smelled fresh due to showering in the middle of the night, which is an odd thing she did odten for no apparent reason. She approached the dresser in her small room, and opened up the drawer. Bellatrix dressed in her unmentionables, and then put on her normal clothes. A slim-fitting T Shirt in the color of pastel green, matched with a pastel pink skater skirt and a pair of pale yellow hi-tops and a pastel blue cardigan that reached past her knees. Bellatrix swung the door to her reoom open, holding on to her black leather notebook with a little pink pen that had her name written on it. Bellatrix reached the dining area, and scanned the area for familiar faces. She noticed a few people that seemed somewhat familiar, but not enough to be labeled as close. Then again, she never really labeled anyone as close. She adjusted her medical mask that covered the area where her jaw used to be, and walked up to the counter. Bellatrix eyeballed the breakfast bar they had today, and decided to settle with a simple orange and a slice of plain toast. Bellatrix was always a light eater, and was often told that her eating habits were unhealthy by the doctors. She still chose to eat however she wants, though. She sat in aa plastic chair with a somewhat comfortable cushion at a table in the back corner, where she could observe the people around her and what they chose to speak about.

 

[BabyDoll]

Innocent? I am in a way I guess. But I am forever disturbed by past experiences. I can't tell wether or not that's supposed to be a compliment...or not.... "Sure, I guess. I've been doing it the same way for the entirety of my "Creepypasta" lifestyle, mind you," Bella says. "But, I guess I'll be killing two birds with one stone, since this would sort of make more sense if I told you my backstory," she explains.


"Alright. So A few months ago, before I became a "Creepypasta", my mother came around to my house. I lived with my father at the time. She was always drunk whenever she was around, even when I was a kid. So anyways, she rarely came around, but when she did, she would shove my father against the wall, promptly starting to let her hands wander to his belt, undoing the buckle. And my father, lacking any sort of physical strength whatsoever, just let her do so because he knew he couldn't fight off my mom, especially when she was drunk, " Bella begins, fiddling with the flower bud she created. She continues, "I would hide behind my doorframe, trembling with fear and anger. I would then run out and scream at my mom. Angrily, she would back off of my dad and scream at me, throw a few things, scream again, then stomp out the door on a rampage, slamming the door in the process," Bella states, recalling the morbid nights and cringing. She goes on, recalling the night that she changed, "Then, one night, she came back, one final time. Long story short, she murdered my father and made me watch as she raped my father's dead, lifeless body. She left me crying in the living room. I kept quiet. Nobody found out. I went to online school after this incident. My faher's birthday was coming up, so I decided to wait until then to leave. So on my father's birthday, I placed him in a clear field. I picked flowers and outlined his body with them. Then, I packed the things most important to me in a suitcase and fled the dreadful house."


A tear slips down my cheek as Bella's as she remembers her father's once handsome face outlined in her favorite flowers, Deadly Nightshade. He was the only person she ever really cared for in her life. She stops for a second, wiping the tear away, then continues, "My first murder, right. Ok, so when I was about four or five, I had accidentally eaten a Deadly Nightshade berry. My dad found me choking and rushed me to the E.R. I died, and then they resuscitated me. I was different than before, darker, somehow. That's when I aquired my talents." Bella demonstrates by growing another flower bud out of the table, "This is the only power the medication doesn't repress. My other talents are that my eyes are paralytical, I can paralyse someone with a single glance. And then, the poison from the Deadly Nightshade plant still lies dormant within my vens until I "call" upon it, metaphorically speaking. So my first kill. After I was revived, This nurse came in to check on me, my head was bandaged, including my eyes. so after being revived, she was the first person I saw, and I don't know why, but I felt this burning hatred inside of me and I paralysed her. I then pricked my finger with a needle, made her open her mouth, and let a drop of blood go into her mouth. She died slowly, and I hid her under the bed. No one ever bothered to look, either. Which I found a bit strange."

 

[MischivousRebel]

Ben was still laying in his bed, trying to hide his somewhat small child body by pulling covers over himself and trying to seem flat as possible, he didn't want to get up, he hated the place, there was like only one electronical thing! Just the stupid TV! And he couldn't simply escape like that! He sighed as silently as he could as he remained there, somewhat bored but not caring, as long as he was left there he could continue to not deal with others crap or just be left to think of a way to get out at the least...


They shouldn't have put him in here.


They shouldn't have done this...

 

[grey987]

Stalky remained quiet during the entire time that Bella spoke to him, not saying so much as a comment while she explained her backstory to him and described what her first murder was like. His gaze never broke away from her in the meanwhile; she truly had a fascinating story to tell, having to watch as her father was murdered and then raped right in front of her own eyes... It really did intrigue him to the core. He actually wanted to meet this woman that she identified as her mother; he wanted to sit down with her, have a nice chat with her... Maybe take his time with breaking all the bones in her body or just cut through every limb before burying the end of a hatchet in her head... The ideas all flowed to his head with force, and he was tingled by little jitters throughout his body at the prospect of each one. It was like euphoria... But not quite the exact feeling. No, for that, he'd have to actually carry his fantasies out... Then he'd be truly happy. Truly be fulfilled.


When Bella began to tell the story of her first murder... Stalky was tickled a bit more, but maybe not as much as when he was thinking about all the things he could have done to her mother when faced with the opportunity. Sure, the bit about her paralyzing the nurse was kind of interesting, and it seemed like an amusing thing to watch as someone slowly choked on poison coursing throughout their body... But all in all, it didn't seem very grandiose in the grand scheme of things. He didn't voice his opinion about that, but he certainly laughed; it was a very mocking sort of laugh, the kind of laugh that you'd hear from a bully. Bella would surely be confused by it, but the hooded Creepypasta believed he had a good reason for it, and after recovering from his small fit of laughter he indirectly explained that reason.


"Really... Heh heh... Really, that's it? You gave the nurse one look and she dropped to the floor, before you forced one tiny drop of poisonous blood into her mouth? Haha... I'm sorry, but that really is hilarious... Maybe you were 4 or 5 years old at the time and maybe it could have been a spur-of-the-moment thing since there were other people lurking around... But that's a little... disappointing." The last word came out as a very frightening growl of sorts, and it was very apparent in Stalky's eyes that he was thirsting for something: the sight of blood, and mangled limbs. The sound of screams and wails of pain and terror. He needed it, craved it, needed and craved and needed and craved and needed and craved and needed and craved and needed and craved and-


"Should have dragged the needle across her throat-"


Needed and craved and needed and craved and-


"Should have stuck the end all the way through her eye-"


By now, Stalky was etching scratches into the table with the plastic fork in his hand- a plastic fork. It was clear that he'd lost all sense of reason, all sense of control as he went off on a ramble and listed off what Bella could have done instead of what she actually did.


"Should have stabbed the needle over and over again into her chest, should have taken a hacksaw and cut through her arms and legs, should have slammed her head against a wall until her skull cracked and crumbled, should have TAKEN YOUR TIME WITH HER, SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE TIME TO LISTEN TO HER SCREAMS AND CRIES AND PAIN WHILE SITTING THERE LAUGHING, SHOULD HAVE DONE IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER!"


Endless words and endless thoughts never spoken came tumbling out through Stalky's lips in a blur, expressing his frustration and anger and desire before slamming his fork straight through the table at the last word he spoke, the bottom half of it somehow having managed to lodge itself midway through the surface. It was clear that this Creepypasta possessed a startling amount of precise power for him to use at this disposal, which was why it was a very good thing that there were no sharp objects permitted in this facility. He would have killed a lot of people already, if that were the case... Because his impulse was just so hard to control once it was at the front of his mind. He could just as easily have used his hands, but he had a tendency to be tranquilized whenever he tried to do that to anyone here. He had very, very violent thoughts... All of which he wanted to try out with many different people. It was staggering, and it took several moments for Stalky to finally regain his composure, the flare in his eyes disappearing and his heavy breathing starting to become more shallow.


"Oh dear, I... I'm so sorry, Bella," Stalky apologized, sighing and shaking his head. "But you could have done so much more, you know? You might not have realized it, but I'm sure that there were so many opportunities for you to be creative with the doctor... I wish I still had the chance to experiment before these people managed to catch up with me. It just makes me so, SO angry to know that I can't experience any of those thrills anymore because I'm stuck here, in this prison of ours... It's very disheartening for me."

 

[blue nebula]

Bellatrix Emerald Aldford

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Bellatrix continued her people watching hobby, listening in on the brutal and horrid story the young woman told, her eyes flickering from the saddened teenagers face to the concerned male's face. She felt as if they were speaking of something sad or remorseful, yet for some reason, she could not feel sorry. Bellatrix attempted to feign thoughts of sympathy, but it just didn't work for her for some reason, she slightly hated herself for being so antisocial and stupid when it came to the idea of human emotion and pain. Her situation is comparable to a boy holding a colored piece of paper out to a blind person, and asking them what color it is. They can't possibly fathom the idea of a physical color, because they've never experienced it before. Bellatrix flipped open her black leather notebook, flipping the pages full of writing. She clicked the end of her pen, and began writing down on the lined paper. "Emotion. How may I fathom the aspect of it all? I do not comprehend. It does not make sense to me. How does one get so depressed over a simple story told from many years ago? Or a thought of ending their lives, or a loved one's life ending? How do they love, how do they choose who to love and why they love them and how long they will love them for? Is there a timeset for love or pain? Have I just missed out on the basic principles of humanity? Maybe. Maybe I am just an outsider. That is how it seems to be." Bellatrix looked down at the paper for a good few moments, before clicking her pen shut and setting it down on the table. She slowly slid the book a bit farther from her on the table, and set the pastel pink pen on top of it. Not only did she write to communicate, but she often wrote her ideas in there too. The doctors insisted on reading the things she wrote, so at night she'd have to rip out the pages where she listed her thoughts and hide it in a small folder she kept under her dresser. Bellatrix pulled her plate closer to her on the table. She picked up the bright red apple, and cut it up into tiny pieces with a knife. Her eating process wasn't very p[retty. She opened up her nurse mask alittle bit, and dropped the small pieces of apples in it. She threw her head back, and the food went down one of the small valve-like tubes in the big mess of tissue and flesh behind the mask. After a few months at the facility, she realized many humans felt discomfort from seeing the big mess of flesh and teeth, but she never understood why. She decided to wear the mask in order to draw attention away from herself, and because the doctors forced her to.

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella looked at him with interest. What makes him say these things? I wonder what happened...What makes him tick? "It's perfectly fine. I fully understand that I could've done more. But remember, I was four, there was only so much I could do, " she explains. Bella expands on that thought, "And I knew that I didn't want to make a mess, because I would've been locked up. Even though I was only four. Plus, they would've asked how I killed her, and I wouldn't have known how to answer." "I'm glad you like to be extravagant and creative with your victims. It may not be extravagant, but I do enjoy watching them suffer silently," she says.

 

[grey987]

Stalky slowly lifted his gaze upward when he heard Bella speak, then began to tilt his head off to the side a few moments later, almost surprised by the fact that she didn't seem very fazed by his sudden outburst. However, he did realize that this was a place meant to contain people like him as well as people even worse than him, such as Bellatrix, so it would make sense that she would have no fear. Only an attraction to the strange and what 'normal' people would be outright terrified of. Again, he was politely quiet when Bella explained her reasoning for being so quick and clean with the kill, his attention piqued once more when she complimented his taste in being broad with how he handled his victims. His lips stayed sealed for a while, then he let out a low chuckle before offering a verbal response.


"Ah, why thank you... I'm glad you appreciate how I like to do things. I suppose that there's something to admire from your perspective, too... Looking at someone's life wither away while they try to vocalize what they're feeling could be thrilling in itself... To understand that they're so full of shock that they can't make a sound... Admittedly, hearing my victims scream can get irritating, sometimes. I do value my ability to hear things when they happen... So sometimes, I'll gag them and simply listen to muffled versions of their cries so that they don't blow out my eardrums. Yet there's still the thrill of hearing someone express their pain in such a way that they're no longer able to use their voice box... I could go on and on about this, but I think I'll stop, now. I don't want to get too... upset, again."

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella nods, "I undertand." She thinks for a moment, "Do you want to talk about anything else? I can't think of anything. Or if you want to go, that's fine too, I guess." The way he reacts is very interesting....Her eyes slightly sadden at the thought of her companion leaving, discussion with Stalky was certainly riveting. She looks down at her fingers, laced together, and studies the flower in her hands before looking back up at him.

 

[grey987]

There was another pause after Bella told Stalky that he could leave if he wanted too; it was like he always had to think for a second every time after someone spoke to him, because he never quite responded immediately to something. He certainly took his time, being a patient person and letting everything in the air just settle... He supposed that it was a habit that he'd formed through a lot of practice, due to the fact that he usually got riled up with no real explanation at all. Those voices were always there, motivating his thoughts and his actions... And while he'd grown to welcome them, sometimes those voices were just so deafening that he wanted to shut them out so he could actually think clearly for once. He didn't like being angry all the time... That was just unpleasant. He liked to leave a little room in his head so he could focus and not be so mindless all the time.


"... I don't have any ideas about what I want to talk to at the moment... but I don't feel like leaving, either," Stalky mumbled, chewing on the last of his egg before swallowing and leaving room in his mouth to speak again. "Having company is pleasant. I don't get to experience that very often, if I exclude all the people I have the pleasure of meeting before I kill them... I'm mostly left to just swim in my thoughts most of the time in complete silence. So this is nice... Getting to vocalize my thoughts to someone else for once."

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella nods, understanding. She offers Stalkly her flower, "Do you want this?" She just liked to give out flowers. Flowers were so beautiful, why not share their beauty with the world? They're so pretty....

 

[grey987]

Stalky tilted his head and raised his eyebrow curiously at the flower that was offered to him by Bella, slowly reaching out and grasping the stem with his fingertips before pulling it closer to him to examine it. It really was a pleasing sight for his eyes to process; it was so serene and delicate looking. Admittedly, a nice change of scenery from all the images of brutality that floated around in his head. Every once in a while, he enjoyed luxuries like this... It comforted him. Sure, what happened to him in his past warped a lot of his mind past the point of no return, but he was still able to retain some of his humanity. Some of what made him the person he was before his peers turned him into the monster he was today...


"Thank you. Thank you so much, for this," Stalky murmured, holding up the flower to her to emphasize it. "It really is a beautiful thing to look at. Almost like being able to see all the stars glittering under the night sky, whether it be dark blue or pure black... The embodiment of everything that's still good in this world."

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella nods, "You're welcome. And I know right? They embody so many different things and many people choose to look at it differently. It's different for everyone, I guess." She studies Stalky as he turns the flower over in his hands, examining it. She gets up and says to him, "Do you mind waiting here? I need to go change out of my pajamas and take my meds, and I'd like to chat with you during free time." Bella smoothes out her dress. She looks at him, aiting for an answer.


((Sorry I didn't reply! I was at a sleepover and they had no wifi.))

 

[grey987]

"No, I don't mind waiting at all... I've done a lot of waiting in my life. I've grown used to it," Stalky stated matter-of-factly, his gaze kept pinned to the flower between his fingers as he responded to Bella. "I'd also like to chat with you during our free time. Talking to you is fun... Some of the most fun I've had since this one time where I drowned a woman in a kitchen sink filled with water. Or maybe it was the time where I bludgeoned a police officer with a wrench... Or when I stuck a knife into a man's throat and watched him squirm against the ground like a fish taken out of the water..." He didn't say anything more than that, leaving it there while he continued to look over the flower.





(Don't worry about it)

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella nods, "Ok, thanks!" She runs off, back to her room. She takes her meds and rummages through


her drawers. She finds a black cami, a loose white tank top, high-waisted light-wash denim shorts, and a loose white-grey cardigan and puts them all on. She still decides to go shoeless. Bella runs abck out and over to Stalky, who is still examining the flower.

 

[grey987]

And so, Stalky was left alone in silence during that moment when Bella decided to take off, consumed in an almost absolutely soundless vacuum while his eyes still stayed focused on the flower that had been given to him by her. He was left alone in near endless thoughts, ranging from his past to every single person he'd killed to every single way that he could kill someone that he hadn't tried yet, unable to keep them all in order and just letting various images flash in his head as they passed by. The court of beauty, of serenity... A single deadly nightshade. Beautiful... Harmless-looking... But truly dangerous in its own right. A venom that strikes unprecedented, taking the form of something innocent to evade the spotlight... Perfect.


The padding of bare feet along the marble flooring of the facility brought Stalky out of the little world inside his head, prompting him to finally break his gaze away from the flower and get a good look at Bella while she was wearing her clothes for the day. "Hm. You look nice," he complimented simply.

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella sits back down at the table. She wasn't used to getting compliments. "Really? Thanks," she says. Her hair is still in a ponytail, but redone, because when she was changing, her hair got messed up. She wasn't wearing shoes because has never really liked them. She only wore them when the facility's staff made her. She would always run barefooted through the 56 acre flower feilds that her father owned, she took great pleasure in feeling the soft texture of the dewy petals of the flowers brush against her legs and to feel the fresh dirt under her bare feet as she ran.

 

[grey987]

Stalky observed the girl quietly as she sat back down in front of him at the table, his facial expression remaining placid while he took in Bella's appearance. So simple, yet so good-looking. His hands were folded one on top of the other against the cool surface of the table, just staring at her for a few quiet moments while he attempted to think of something to talk about. An excuse for them to still be in each other's company. "Have you ever valued friends in your life?" he eventually decided to ask, his voice remaining as smooth-toned as ever. "Have you ever actually had friends? People to trust, people to fall back on? People you knew wouldn't betray you? Have you had anything of the sort?"

 

[BabyDoll]

Bella thinks for a moment. After a minute, she answers, "Yes....I-I think so..." Her brows furrow together in deep thought. "I mean, I wasn't very "popular" at school, but I wasn't completely alone. I think I had one person....," she says. "I-I can't remember. But I know I did have friends, and I did value them," she explains to Stalky. Bella rests her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands. She stared at him, "Why?"

 

[Servant]

Clockwork




Without uttering a single word Clockwork stared at the male and female Pasta talk. Her eyes showed signs of disgust and annoyance.


"Are you sure you two lovebirds should be here? This isn't a bloody resort" Clockwork thought as she kept giving the pair the stink eye before facing back her almost finished breakfast. "Tch, you two better get a room..."


Clockwork chugged down her remaining orange juice, but instead of swallowing she gurgled it before spitting it back into the glass. She wasn't a fan of orange juice, but since she didn't have mouthwash Clockwork just had to use that. After she was done with her breakfast Clockwork just sat there for a second, bored out of her mind. Grabbing the plastic spoon that was given with her breakfast Clockwork buried it into the eyelid that had the clock. It didn't take much strength from Clockwork to pop the clock out of her orbit, leaving behind nothing but a black hole. Some blood began emanating from the empty eye socket, but nothing to be alarmed by. Clockwork gave the clock a long, emotionless stare before sighing.


"I need to get out of here..." Clockwork muttered before placing the clock back into her eye's orbit. "How can you people be so okay with this?" She said with a louder tone filled with rage before walking out of the cafeteria.
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[grey987]

Stalky kept his attention focused on Bella's answer to his question in the next few seconds that passed, then his focus was shifted when he caught a glance being sent their way from another female Pasta from across the room. Ah, Clockwork... he thought to himself with a strange sort of delight, still gazing at Bella but letting a smile tug at the corners of his lips that was intended for the girl who was missing her left eye. The girl who's always looking at the time. Always counting away the seconds and the minutes that wear away at time itself... I never bothered to ask her whether she can always hear the ticking of her clock. Whether that small sound keeps repeating itself in her head regardless if that clock is lodged in her eye. A fascinating case for study, as a scientist would put it... A low laugh soon rippled past the hooded boy's lips at these thoughts, though he simply responded to Bella rather than directly address Clockwork.


"Just curious. I never had any of that..." Stalky wrapped his hand around the glass of cold water that he'd brought with him, raising it to his lips and allowing the cool liquid to pour into his mouth and down his throat for a moment before setting it back down on the table. "Never had friends, people that I could really rely on... The people around me were just scumbags. All liars, people who stabbed each other in the back regardless if they were considered a friend or a foe... It would have been laughable to me, if I were not such a naïve child back then. I always wanted to find my way into those inner circles, and be a part of that 'cool kids' club that every school seems to have... But in the end, I realized that I was looking at the wrong candidates. They didn't share my insight, my curiosity for the more bestial things in life. They were just a plain kind of cruel, the kind without any sort of intention or purpose. It was all just a mindless game to them."


"How can you people be so okay with this?" Stalky turned his head to look directly at Clockwork when he abruptly heard her shouting in frustration, tracking the girl's movements as she stormed off to who knew where. Rather than being alarmed, however, he let out another laugh with an amused transfixion. "She always was so full of rage, that one..." he muttered with a shake of his head. "Always furious for having to look at these porcelain walls every day without there ever being a way to escape them. I certainly don't blame her. The walls can be wretched to look at when they're not stained with blood or when the floors are not littered the entrails of other people... Heh. She really is an interesting one, along with the rest of you people... I like your company. One day, when we're all free, I want to organize a party with all of you. I want to talk and laugh and play with you guys... Sing together, dance together... cut people's throats out together, watch people bleed together, and kill and kill and kill together. That would be the absolute best day of my life."

 

[BabyDoll]

As Clockwork storms out of the cafeteria, Belladonna stares at her with a blank expression. Well, just because nobody seems like they're trying to escape, doesn't mean that they aren't. I don't like this place just as much as the next person, but I don't make it obvious that I'm mapping routes and planning different ways to escape. I'm not public about it. "Yeah, that does sound fun," Bella says, imagining it.

 

[MischivousRebel]

Ben let out a sigh as he moved the sheets out of the way, seems like no one was coming to wake him up anyway. He got out of bed and hovered to the door, better to go out and do something than lay in bed? He adjusted his hat before going and closing it behind him, and slowly made his way towards one of the dumb rooms they had to go to each morning. He wasn't aloud TV time since he was able to travel through things electronic so why even try getting close to it...


About to enter the room he passed by Clockwork, only giving her a glance but not saying anything as he hovered in to see the other pastas, the thought of what seemed to make Clockwork upset simply passed his mind for there could be many different reasons. Ben was stopped by the entrance looking at all the pastas, not daring to look at the food, for he wasn't going to eat. He thought of if he should go talk to some or not, maybe talk to Jeff? Who knew... A glitchy sigh escaped his lips as he hovered in place looking at some of the pastas communicating.

 

[Church Burning]

Dimentia is sitting a little bit away from Bella and noisily bites her Apple, placing her elbows on the table. She swallowed and glanced at Bella but looked away quickly, slightly smirking. "So... Who twisted Clockworks gears?" She said quietly, looking at Bella. @BabyDoll