☆🌸bassie🌸☆

You're surrounded by pitch, dark, twisted halls in gardenveiw, leading you too dead corner, with ichor spilled over the floor, you hear ca slight sob from the room across from you..... you seem to remember in the back of your mind but you can't pin who or what it is. Bassie:sobing in a dreadful lonely victimised corner... (you gonna help her or not u bignack?) bassies finger nails scratch the floor Bassie:Why... w-why.... cant i be like.... cocoa... perfect... nice.. helpful... pretty...