WEEK 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You've all been here for well over a month and it's getting harder and harder to keep spirits up. There has been small hope thanks to a mysterious person talking to you through your dreams. A small hope that maybe you'll be able to escape and get your friends back, but you'll have to escape first.

There are no new floors to explore, the outside area remains the same as it's always been. Might as well get comfy here.

11 guests remain.]

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[sixfingeredstan]

I know. Trust me, I understand more than you might guess. I've caused a whole lot of problems in my day, problems with lasting repercussions. Problems that ruined lives.

[Like, you know. Fiddleford's. Eventually. Ford sighs.]

So I know...it isn't as easy as thinking it and seeing it come true. But someday, it will be better. I hope so, at least. You're young, and smart, and kind. You deserve to be unburdened.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Why is it always the people they love most that get the worst of it when they screw up? Ford fell out with Fiddleford, Elsa hurting Anna resulted in Anna developing a terrible sense (or lack thereof, really) of self-worth... it's horrible.]

... Did it get better for you?

[It's hard to tell. They didn't talk much the first week, only after the murders started happening... so she didn't get to see what kind of place he was in before all of the horror started taking its toll on all of them.]

[sixfingeredstan]

It did. Slowly but surely. Coming home to see that I had a family who loved me...coming here and finding that Fiddleford had the capacity to love me, too. It helped. I'm not a hundred percent, and I can't say whether I ever will be, but...it does get better.

[He offers her a small smile. He's trying.]