Imagine:
Meeting Casey
Request: Yes or No
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"Why did I hear screaming?" You stared at Patricia, watching her make you some sandwiches. She let out a small chuckle, glancing back at you.
"Screaming? What are you talking about?" Patricia turned towards you, plate in hand and wide smile on her face.
"It was probably Hedwig playing his silly music again." She placed the plate down infront of you, hand raising and fingers running through your hair.
"Can I speak to dad?" You asked softly, staring up at her.
"No, darling. I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll be able to speak with him soon." Patricia gave your shoulder a squeeze. Patricia turned away from you, beginning to clean some utensils. You turned your head, looking at the doorway when you heard distant pounding. You looked back at Patricia, swallowing.
"You can trust me, you know." You called out softly. Patricia turned towards you, head tilting.
"I would never do anything to betray dad." You reminded. Patricia sighed softly, licking her lips.
"I'll speak with Dennis. For now, eat up." Patricia smiled, drying the utensils. You sighed softly, eating as Patricia stepped out of the room. You waited a few moments, hearing her footsteps become distant. You stood, walking into the other room and heading down the hall. You opened the first door, glancing around the study.
"Hey! I'm in here!" You turned to look at the other door. You approached the door, rattling the locked handle.
"Please, help me! I was abducted and these girl that were with me got locked somewhere else!" The girl explained.
"I don't have the key." You crouched down, noticing the slit.
"W-Who are you?"
"(Y/N) Crumb." You answered, licking your lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. I didn't think they were serious-"
"You know them?" The girl breathed out.
"One of them is my father.. I'll get you and your friends out, I promise. What's your name?" You asked gently, trying the door handle again.
"Casey.. Casey Cooke."
"I'll get you out of here, Casey." You assured her. Casey sniffled, sighing softly.
"Thank you."
"What do you think you're doing, young man?" You turned around, swallowing. Dennis quirked a brow at you, frowning.
"Come with me."
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