“I think her innie name's 'Heleny'?”

She enjoyed this time though, maybe not the circumstances that brought them here, but she liked being around Helly and the rest of MDR. "So, to answer your question--in general, I guess."

❛ that's... nice of you. ❜ helly pushes out a sigh. denied her humanity & denied her attempted way out of here, pain bleeds into her words. ❛ it's cool to know i'm not totally fucking unbearable to be around. ❜

there's a silence that falls, luminescent lumon halls glowing in the absence of words. helly offers a hint of a smile to miss casey; that's probably the most she can offer, at this point. ❛ i like being around you, too. i'm sorry you haven't seen anything other than wellness sessions. ❜

Helly was quite different, more defiant, brasher in a way. She seemed to want out more than anyone, to the point of nearly dying for it. A fact that gave her a twinge of sadness. Concern. Miss Casey didn't exactly want out, but she certainly wanted more. But she couldn't risk squandering what she had by seeking that.

❛ yeah? ❜ she furrows her brow, hazel eyes lingering on the other woman. there's no aggression in her tone, unless one could count her as aggressively curious in general. maybe she'd feel better about being watched after her attempt if she knew more about the woman babysitting her. ❛ as in, what? you don't get a lot of chances to go out into the hallway? ❜

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imagine you're in the fucking apocalypse and you get killed by a fucking stove

anyone know if we got nuke today?

only pissing is a part of the human experience, if you shit you're a freak!

map my bush, boy!

it's ok i can reclaim any slu r i want. iIm ___.

or a wife with another gun. i dont discriminate. #loveislove

i hope there are Never smiles again

I love having enemies and frowning

so i fear i cannot have my name be associated with Piss at my job

the thing is, he WON'T DIE!

he does charity work by dating ugly men

everybody hates my homunculus

keeping a middle aged French man as my pet

this would be great if you changed everything

my circumstances have increased

Can I add a boy in here

why does she have child-killing hips?

he's dressed like a bdsm jester

whoa you're a redhead with shoulder length hair and you have a job?!?! they did that to my friend ___

i don't think this horse needs any more expanding

daddy needs some breakfast

theyre doing shady things to our yogurt!

uncensored alien pregnancy

this man got diagnosed with Balatro Foot

Come to my house, where I have a creepy and upsetting ___ bust, made out of obsidian

there's only cursed, evil, loveless penis facts

this is what the kids call 'cracked', just like my ass

hey everyone! today i'm exploding this homeless person

what's a little tulpa between men or whatever... skibidi

Nipples be damned, my boy can cook a grill

she wants his hunky heart shaped body

I'll kill you, and I'll kill you! Let's kill you!

here baby boy for your amusement [evil fucked up sound that makes u deaf]

you're really gonna come out here, guns blazing, with the "heh"?

report to the beating immediately

hey, i have a question about your toes

my morally pure wet spot on the carpet

nothing beats the platonic non-sexual feeling of having a cock in your hand

dinner today consists of blueberries, apples, cruesli, raspberries and The Skull

sThey (Healthcare pronouns) will see your gunshot hole and go "yeah that's a gunshot"

if you analyze the plot you will find that the nutcracker shooting me is the reason why i died

i hear the song's legs

my timmy turner tulpa is hurting me

the black eyed peas have a creature that they keep on reserve that makes noise when they hit it

this is a critical category 5 ___ penis moment

the severance procedure was just another choice made for helena and she knew the consequences of she had even tried to sway the decision.

cctv footage plays in helena’s head — I DO NOT LOVE MY DAUGHTER.

she had suspected as much, since she reached puberty he had treated her as if she was nothing more than a pawn in a game of corporate chess … of course, he didn’t love her, if he ever had.

if that's helena's way of taking her to some place more private to talk, perhaps, then helly will take it. she can't bring herself to match that tight-lipped smile, remaining baffled as she was the day she awoke on that office table. as she follows helena through the sprawling estate, a chill runs through her. this place doesn't look that far off from the severed floor, after all...

Mark finds it difficult to breathe sometimes. Not because there’s no air, but because the air here doesn't belong to the outside world. It belongs to them. It tastes like control both stale and measured. The others, they’ve been here longer. Their smiles are thinner, their hope ground down to dust. You can see it in their eyes: that hollow, frightened kind of knowing. They've tried things. All of them. And all of it failed.

But that doesn't stop the thing growing in him. The unrest. The terrible ache that hums beneath the surface of every calm nod and every chirpy morning greeting.

orienting mark to such a life is... strange, conversely. she envies that curiosity he openly has; helly had done plenty of things to rebel before eventually accepting, despite her spitfire nature, that she didn't have much of a choice in things. ❛ the thing is that they really, really don't want us finding anything out. believe me, i've tried, and it... it fucking sucks, learning that the hard way. ❜

a deep sigh escaped her pink painted lips, the procedure had been sprung on her by the board less than twenty-four hours before it took place. a gracious amount of time, according to mr. drummond and natalie, both of whom were over the moon about the whole thing. she wasn't allowed to say no. father wouldn't have allowed for it, nor the board. lumon needed an eagan to undergo the procedure to show the public just how safe severance was. she was to be a publicity stunt that came with the price of half of herself.

memories from the gala flooded her mind. one moment, drinking champagne with natalie preparing for her rehearsed speech. the next she was on the stage floor, with everyone in the room staring at her.

❛ that was natalie's idea ... 'freaking awesome' something about connecting with the youth. ❜ the words are mumbled, something helena doesn't find herself doing often. her gaze lifted, meeting helly's eyes.

❛ jesus. those people really are monsters. ❜ her and helena's own family, the man who'd essentially created her — they sickened helly. she took a deep breath, shaking her head slowly. a part of her wished, in that moment, that she had better skills in the department of comforting. instead, her reassurance came in the form of trying to find common ground — in a way, it was a rage that might be mutually beneficial. if helena had been, in some way, discouraged from showing her displeasure, then helly would make up for it with her own flippance.

❛ it was for him, wasn't it? ❜ the implication was left there, without saying jame's name. ❛ family isn't supposed to treat each other like that. that's not love. ❜

a quiet sigh escaped her, eyes focusing on helly, her shoulders still tightly wound. she knew for this predicament to work, she needed helly to trust her and she would need to trust helly. an olive branch from their previous interactions -

❛ i don't hate you ❜ it came out smaller than intended, but it was honest, perhaps the most honest helena had ever been about her other self. having seen how free helly had been, even in the confines of the severed floor ... helena hated that she would never experience what helly could, what she had.

helly's own shoulders relaxed, a pensive look on her face. ❛ you... you don't? ❜ she didn't intend for her own voice to come out so soft amidst the surprise, but helena really threw a curveball at her. it was confusing — & it had helly questioning everything. ❛ i'm surprised. i don't know, i figured you would have. it's kinda hard to start shit with you if you're ashamed of it. ❜

a saddened, ironic type of smile finds its way to helly's face — an expression she might've learned through muscle memory of the woman she was created from.

helena had to fight to keep her face composed as the words left helly's lips. part of her wished she could so freely speak about her father in such a way. her ( their? ) father was a powerful man whom no one in their right mind would question.

truth be told, helena had found herself thinking similarly, unsure of why he did most of things. he had always been - particular when she was growing and still. but helena would not dare question him or his decisions aloud, in fear of what she would face in return.

cue a shrug of her shoulder, masking underlying anxiety with nonchlanance. ❛ well, it's a good thing i'm questioning you, not him. ❜ her gaze on helena lingered, perhaps for a bit too long, before darting away. ❛ unless this place has cameras and microphones everywhere like the severed floor, i'm not gonna repeat whatever you tell me back to him. i wouldn't do that. ❜