#sister jude

[ahorrorstorycircle]

The supreme.

[everdeenxmellark]

“the cruelest thing of all is false hope.”

- ahs: asylum

[ahs4vrslut]

When my mom brings me out of my room on family gatherings

[heartandflowerball]

American Horror Story

■Asylum■

"All monsters are human."

[evan4ever]

hii, can i make a request about fem reader reassuring and comforting kit walker on all the scars and marks he got to his skin while he was in briarcliff, please? i think it would be pretty heartwarming to see someone finally caring for him and soothing his insecurities away yk... tysm

Scarred

Warnings: bit of a sad fic, talk about Briarcliff abuse/scars, just a short sweet fic for my baby Kit 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Months after Kit had finally gotten out of Briarcliff, he met you, the new warehouse worker at the mechanic shop he had started work at.

You.

You were sweet, nurturing, humble, and oh so beyond kind.

Everything Kit could ask for in a woman and more. You were, quite literally, perfect for Kit. And he wasted no time in his attempts to make you his.

First subtly. He’d glance at you often while working together. Make up excuses for new parts he needed just so he could see you a few extra minutes of the day. But you caught on quick, not that you minded. He wasn’t too bad to look at himself, and you were flattered by his want to see you.

Then he got more confident, sharing some cheesy jokes with you, throwing a pick up line out here and there, anything just so he could hear your contagious laugh and see your beautiful eyes light up.

But soon, your eyes lit up at just seeing him walk in the room, as his did yours for the few months prior. He knew he had won you over and so, he took his shot. Asked you to supper which you happily accepted. One date turned into four, then you were spending most of your evenings with him. Before long, you were his girlfriend, you were staying the night, and you even brought some belongings to keep at his place.

Kit was a gentleman, though. The two of you hadn’t had sex yet. You’ve come close, but anytime you initiated anything further than making out, he would stop.

“I want our first time to be perfect, y/n. I want to be everything you could ask for and more.” He’d reassure you when you questioned why he didn’t want to. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better boyfriend. He truly cared about your comfort.

But you had no idea the deeper reason he hadn’t wanted to have sex yet. Of course, he wasn’t completely lying when he’d reassure you, but he wasn’t being completely honest. Of course he wanted to have sex with you, he couldn’t wait and sometimes it physically hurt to stop the intense make-out session. He’d, truthfully, take you then and there, if you were truthfully ready for that step. But, he wasn’t ready for you to see his scars on his body, and he wasn’t ready to have to dive into the terrible details that came with knowing he was ever in Briarcliff. You had no idea, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.

He knew he’d have to tell you one day, he just wanted it to come very later in life.

But later in life wasn’t as far away as he thought it’d be.

Kit was currently in the shower. He was under the impression that you wouldn’t be over for another hour, so he gave himself the time to enjoy the hot water on his sore muscles while not having to worry about you walking in. He never showered when you were around, something else you wondered about but never asked. You respected his boundaries, always showering at your own home unless you were running late, to which you’d shower quick and careful not to be too revealing of yourself for his comfort.

But you had finished getting ready quick, and you had exciting news to share with Kit that you barely comprehended that he was half naked when you walked into his room without knocking. Your excitement overtook you, that your parents had sent two airline tickets to Florida to spend a weekend away with your current and most serious lover. You just wanted to share the news with Kit so he could share the excitement with you.

“Look what I’ve received in the mail, babe!!” You grinned wide, ear to ear, not even noticing his naked torso. Kit nearly fell over his bed when he heard your voice in his room, still having not expected you and given no time to prepare so you wouldn’t see his scars.

“Babe! Don’t ya know how to knock?!” Kit hissed as hurdled to the other side of his bed, reaching down for a shirt. You watched, confused. Seeing that he had a bare torso, you still didn’t understand the problem considering he had his jeans on. The most intimate of his places was completely covered.

“I… mean, yeah. I do. I’m sorry. I was just so excited that..” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his back when he stood to his feet to pull his shirt on. They remained there until his shirt covered the area, your eyes flickering to his face.

He didn’t look at you. He knew by the way your voice trailed, you had saw some scars. You noticed his clenched jaw as he looked down at the ground, silent.

“Kit? What were those?” You asked quietly, unsure of how to approach the subject but needing an answer. They weren’t even all of them and it made your stomach turn. You knew he had went through something traumatic and that hurt your heart. You needed to know so you could understand and be there for him the way he needed you to be.

“It’s nothin’. It’s… they’re just— they’re not important. Can we just go?” He decided to avoid the question, grabbing his nice jacket and walking past you, his hand taking ahold of yours to walk out but you stood your ground, pulling him back just barely. Kit looked straight, out into his living room, knowing you weren’t going to give this up. He also knew you deserved to know, now that you’ve seen them. He had avoided letting you see them for months on end now. It was only a matter of time.

“Kit, please” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you were not turned towards his body, your hands finding their way to his biceps where you held him gently, your thumbs rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “Please talk to me about this, babe.” You begged.

You felt his body sigh, relaxing in your comforting hold. You stepped closer to him, your front torso against his back and your arms falling around him in a hug. His head fell backwards against your shoulder, the side of his face leaning against the side of yours.

You both remained here, him silently preparing to explain everything to you while you just held him, silently letting him know you were there to listen, and love him regardless.

“It’s a really long story, y/n.” He sighed.

“We have all the time you need.”

Your dinner plans with each other were cancelled as he led you back into his room, letting you sit on his bed. You faced him while his back faced you, watching carefully as he slowly slipped his white shirt back off. You immediately took in the scars you hadn’t yet seen on his back and now, being up close, the severity of them. They, alone, brought tears to your eyes as you wondered what kind of monstrous human could do this to someone as sweet and kind as Kit Walker.

But your eyes widened as he slowly turned around, now facing you. You blinked repeatedly, as if trying to fix your vision in case you weren’t seeing clearly. But you were, seeing clearly that is.

His entire chest and abdomen were covered in more scars, just the same as the back. Kit still avoided your eyes, but you watched as he unbuckled his jeans and slowly pulled them off, revealing his scarred and burned legs.

Your breath was gone. You were winded. You didn’t know what exactly you expected, but it wasn’t this.

Kit stood now, nearly completely naked, in front of you. He adjusted his weight awkwardly as he still avoided your eyes, not that they were on his yet. You rose from your spot on his bed and approached him, slowly, Kit not moving giving you to O.K. to come close to him. Your hands carefully found his chest, tracing the deepest scar across from his chest to his abdomen, stopping right above his waistband of his whities. You truly couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

“Oh, Kit.. my love” you shook your head, your eyes now trying to find his though his remained on the wall to his left. Your hands found either side of his face, gently pulling him to align with yours which he hesitantly allowed. He looked down for a moment before his eyes finally flickered to meet yours.

They were glossy. You knew this was hard for him. You couldn’t even imagine. It scared you to find out what these were from. And you knew it scared him for you to find out.

“Nothing will ever scare me away from you. I promise that.” Your thumbs caressed his cheek. “Nothing you’ve gone through will make me love you any less.”

Kit studied your face, your eyes holding nothing but sincerity. You were telling the truth, and he knew you’d never lie to him. Not about this.

His hands met over top of yours that were still holding his face, he grasped them and carefully brought them down to between your chests, holding onto them for fear life it seemed.

“Have you ever heard of Briarcliff?” Kit finally spoke, his voice shaky. You thought for a moment, knowing the name sounded familiar but not quite sure where from.

Until it dawned on you.

Briarcliff, the insane asylum. You’ve heard horror stories about the place, but never actually believed the place was real. It was always told to you as a child that if you didn’t behave, your mother would drop you off and let the monsters inside teach you a lesson. You truly believed it was a made up place by your mother to keep you from acting out in public.

“I thought that place was just a myth.” You whispered, truthfully.

Kit just shook his head, sighing sadly.

Then you thought about the horror stories you’d heard as you grew up. Believing it was a place all mothers made up together. You had friends that talked about it, about the terrible things that their parents told them happened to their families there. It scared you, but eventually you had forgotten about it completely.

“So… it’s real. But, it’s an asylum, right? Why would you have ever needed to go there?” You questioned. Never once did Kit seem to have any “problems”. He was just too perfect to have had any kind of mental illness or to have done something so extreme that he’d end up in a place like that. You couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t.

“I was wrongfully accused awhile back. About two years ago.” He nodded. You nodded along with him, letting him guide you both to sit back down on the bed, his hands remaining on yours. “I had an amazing life before. I had a wife..” he glanced at you, your eyebrows raising high in surprise. But you nodded, telling him to continue. “I can’t really explain it, something weird happened. My wife disappeared, and I was told later that she’d been murdered, and that I was the main suspect. I then was accused of being Bloody Face, killing other women in town.” Kit stared hard at your guys’ hands as he talked about this. “I was put in Briarcliff, beaten and burned daily to try to break me. They believed I did it, and that I was crazy. They almost had me believing them.” He chuckled lightly, your head tilting to the side as you just listened. “But I knew I didn’t kill no one. Especially not my Alma. Eventually, I was proven not guilty and released. And Y’know, I even forgave Sister Jude.” He met your eyes as you gazed at him. “She did the worst of it all, and I forgave her.”

“Because you’re a kind human, Kit.” You stated, giving his hand a squeeze. It didn’t surprise you that he’d forgive his abuser. That’s just the kind of person he is.

He smiled slightly, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He went quiet for a moment, then continued. “A lot of things about Briarcliff and even before are blurry. Some things don’t make sense. But I had to learn to stop questioning or it was gonna drive me mad. And that’s when I met you.” His eyes met yours again, lit up in a way you hadn’t seen since this conversation started. “You helped me stop asking questions and just let it be. You took my mind off of everything. Made it seem like nothing more than a bad dream. But then my scars… they had to be there to remind me that it all really did happen. And I didn’t want you to judge me, or think I was crazy. I was scared of losing you when you were the only thing to keep me sane.” He spoke, honestly.

You let out a small sigh, leaning forward until your forehead was against his. Your eyes closed, feeling him so close. His hands found their way to either side of your face, holding you to him, almost afraid to let go.

“I’ll never leave you, not for anything, especially not for this. I’m just so sorry you ever had to go through it, and that I couldn’t have been there sooner for you.” You felt him smile against your skin before bringing his lips to your forehead for a long, deep kiss.

“I should’ve known that sooner, suga. I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

You pulled yourself back just enough to meet his eyes again before leaning into his lips this time. Your lips lingered on the others for awhile before parting.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just know your scars are apart of who you are, they’re apart of your story, you know? They make me sad, but they don’t bother me or make me not want to be here with you. Don’t ever be ashamed of them around me, okay?” You looked at him hopeful, and he nodded with a small smile.

“I love you, so damn much.” He mumbled as he pulled your face back to his in another kiss, this time much more passionately, not that you minded at all.

When he pulled back again, he immediately pulled you to his chest, hugging you so sincerely, finally releasing all the stress he ever held onto now that you finally knew. You finally knew, and you stayed. He couldn’t be more grateful.

“I love you too. So damn much.” You smiled against his chest.

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[darkshinynight]

late night activities (sobbed a couple of times)

[michaelangdonsslut]

Hi!! Can I request an angsty / dark themed fic about Kit Walker in Briarcliff pretty pls? <3

heyy! I've had so much Inspiration from this request as I rewatched asylum not too long ago :) here u go luv !

word count; 600 warnings; dark themes, angst, violence, kit trying to escape lol

Trapped In Briarcliff

The air in Briarcliff hung heavy with the weight of despair, the whispers of tormented souls echoing through It's dimly lit halls. Among the inmates, Kit Walker stood a solitary figure, accused of crimes he did not commit, trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

It began on a fateful night, when the body of a young nurse was discovered within the confines of Briarcliff. The authorities wasted no time in pointing their fingers at Kit, already marked by the shame of his past. Despite his protests of innocence, sister Jude did not wanna hear anything, locking up the man in an underground dark cell with nothing but dampened walls, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

As the days turned into weeks, Kit found himself captured in a web of suspicion and deception, his every move surveyed by those who saw him as nothing more than a monster. The true killer remained at large, lurking in the shadows, their identity shrouded in mystery. Alone and isolated, Kit was consumed by a sense of helplessness, his spirit broken by the relentless onslaught of accusations and scorn. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained--a glimmer of defiance that burned bright within him.

Kit sat alone in the dimly lit corner of his room, the cold stone walls closing in around him like a vice. The echoes of distant screams reverberated through the air, a haunting reminder of the horrors that lurked within Briarcliff's walls.

His mind raced with thoughts of escape, a desperate longing to break free from the suffocating grasp of the asylum that held him captive. With every fiber of his being, Kit yearned for the open sky, the feel of fresh air against his skin, for the chance to reclaim his freedom.

Despite the risks, Kit could not shake the burning desire that smoldered within him--a fierce determination to defy the odds and forge his own path to freedom. With each passing moment, the urge to escape grew stronger, fueling his resolve to break free from the chains that bound him.

Kit's heart pounded with fear as he crept through the dimly lit corridors, his every step muffled by the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air. The taste of freedom lingered tantalizingly on the edge of his lips, driving him forward despite the gnawing sense of dread that gnawed at his insides.

But just as he reached the main doors to freedom, desperately trying to get out of this hell-like place, a sharp voice cut through the darkness, freezing him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going Walker?" It was the unmistakable voice of one of the guards, a hulking figure whose mere presence sent shivers down Kit's spine.

Before he could react, strong hands seized him roughly, dragging him back into the suffocating embrace of Briarcliff. The orderly's eyes burned with fury as he delivered a punishing blow to kit's stomach, the force of it knocking the breath from his lungs.

Pain exploded through Kit's body as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for air as the world spun dizzily around him. But even as he lay broken and defeated, a defiant spark flickered in his eyes, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As the guard raised his hand for another blow, Kit braced himself for the inevitable onslaught, steeling his resolve against the torment that awaited him. For in that moment, he knew that no matter how hard they tried to break him; his spirit would remain unbroken, a beacon of defiance in the face of oppression.

[cloudtinn]

American Horror Story: Asylum (2012)

[bisexual-magnus-bane]

American Horror Story - Asylum

“ Childish? Hell, I’m the Queen of Candyland.”

~ Sister Jude Martin

[multifandomfix]

How They React To You Getting Hurt (American Horror Story Preference)

Constance Langdon: Constance’s immediate reaction is to start mothering you. She’ll check you over for injuries and tend to them, softly soothing you and then swearing she’ll give whoever hurt you a stern talking to.

Countess Elizabeth: She’ll dote on you, ask you if you’re okay and then ask what you want her to do about it. She’s perfectly okay with using violence. All you have to do is say the word.

Dandy Mott: Dandy will go full rage mode. He’ll snap and immediately want to kill the person who hurt you. There’s no way they’re getting away with that.

Elsa Mars: Elsa will demand to know who did this to you and set out to make an example of them to anyone else that dares even entertain the idea of causing harm to you.

Fiona Goode: Fiona won’t dote. She knows you’re perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and settling your own problems, but she will offer her help if you really want to make them pay.

James Patrick March: There will be hell to pay if James catches the person who hurt you. He’s no stranger to torture and murder, so they better not cross paths with him.

Jude Martin: A punishment is in store for the person who dared to lay a finger on you. She’ll make sure that they don’t consider repeating their mistake.

Vivien Harmon: Comfort, that’s Vivien’s only concern. She needs to be sure you’re okay before anything else. She won’t let that person near you again.

Wilhemina Venable: After you’ve been hurt, expect Mina’s very watchful eye over you from then on. She’ll be your protector and hate herself for not having better fulfilled that role before you were injured.

For @nobody188888888

[metaforadohomeminvisivel]

"Welcome to Briarcliff" American Horror Story: Asylum E01

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[mondlevan]

ahs asylum headers

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[kittyamore0]

hello! may I please request an angst for ahs about kit walker x female reader with them being in the asylum and the prompt "i'm sorry this was all my fault"? thank you ❤︎︎

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: ᴋɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴡɪꜰᴇ, [Nᴀᴍᴇ] [Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ], ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Bʀɪᴀɪʀᴄʟɪꜰꜰ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇꜰs ᴏꜰ Kɪᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ “ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ,“ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇs sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ [Nᴀᴍᴇ] ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, Kɪᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟ. 

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 1 𝘼𝙈 

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 

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“Get ya hands off of me!” 

“Search everywhere!” 

“Don’t let him go!”

“Im innocent!” 

You were awoken by loud crashes and multiple voices. “Kitty?” The warm spot where your husband laid was now cold. “Kit?” You flinched when you heard more shouting and banging.

You immediately got up and ran downstairs, only to see your husband, Kit Walker, being held down by some police officers. 

They all turned their attention to you and you noticed how the color drained from Kits face. 

“Darlin’ get out of here!” 

Suddenly, one of the police comes up behind you and tugs on both of your wrist, slapping on a handcuff. “Leave her out of this, shes innocent!” His struggle had gotten more intense. 

The police officer pushed you down, causing your head to come in contact with the hard floor. 

Black dots clouded your vision. You closed your eyes and left everything to drift away. 

“[Name]!” 

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A bright light clouded your vision, making you blink to adjust the setting. 

“don't touch her!“ 

You head shot up and you took in your surroundings. Your body was being carried by one of the guards while your husband was struggling to get to you. 

“kitty...?“ your voice was hoarse and dry. “leave her in my office.“ a middle aged woman with blonde hair grabbed Kit by the wrist and pulled him into the dark, brick building. 

“kitty?!“ you kicked at the guard. “Kit?! No, no, no, stop!“ your eyes build up with tears, your screams getting louder by the second. 

The guard had brought you into a dull office. He sat you in one of the chairs and tied you to it. “Fuck you.“ you spat in his face and he pull your hair in response, before taking had leave. 

After a few minutes, the wooden door burst open, revealing the same woman from earlier. 

“Please, please, let him go, he hasn’t-“ 

“Shush, child.” The woman cut you off. 

“You do realized why your husband is here, Mrs. Walker?” You shook your head. 

“Hes an innocent soul. He’s-he’s kind and sweet. He would never-“ 

“Quiet!” She shouted, causing you to flinch. 

“Enough of that Evil man, i came to talk about you.” She pointed her finger at you. “What…?” 

You’re face plastered with confusion everywhere.

 “You, my dear, are quite the pure soul, you are. So, lets say you were to work-“ 

“No.”

She scowled at your quick rejection. “Then you wont get to see, take care, or be with your beloved husband, and you will stay here as one of our patients.” The color drained from your face. 

“You crazy bitch.” You spat in her face, but she only smiled in return. “Become one of the nuns.” You rapidly shook your head. “No, just leave us alone!” 

Again, the same question, following your same answer. 

She grabbed your wrist and slammed in on the wooden table. “You’re making a grave mistake, child.” You whimpered in bad, the hard, wooden desk leaving tiny scratches and cuts. 

She brought both of your wrist back up and slammed them on the table again, causing a bruise. “S-stop!” Tiny tears filled the brim of your eyes. 

“Now, lets try this again. Will you or will you not accept my offer?” You shook your head. She scowled and tugged on your wrist. “W-wait, where are we going?” 

She clicked her tongue. Your vision got blurry, as you got more dizzier. The unfamiliar but imitating faces leaving a stinging print in your mind. 

Nausea hits you hard, not hard enough to make you throw up though. 

She stops in front of a steal door. “You have 3 days to change your answer or else you’ll stay as one of our patients and get out whenever he does.” She opened the door and threw you in.

“Enjoy your lovers quarrel, while you can,” she hissed and slammed the door shut. 

“D-darlin?” A shaky, breathless voice that belonged to your dear husband called out.

“Kitty?” Tears that filled the brim of your eyes now streamed down your warm, soft cheeks.

“Oh, darlin, It is you,” he scurried his way to you, the cold floor shrieking as his skin hit the ground hard. 

His body collied with yours, bringing you both down to the ground. “Oh my god, oh my god, i-i thought id never get to se-see you again. I was so sca-scared,” he sobbed in your shoulder, his salty tears staining your dirty shirt. 

He stammered when he continued to mumble about how he was scared of losing you due to the Brarircliff. 

You put your index finger under his chin and lifted his head up, giving him a chaste kiss. 

The kiss was sweet, gentle, but hungry and eager. 

He pulled back, a slight grin on his face, but it quickly faltered as you noticed his eyes going back and forth between you and the door. 

“Babe, how did you get here, i thought they would release you?” You shook your head. 

“They didn’t let me go because im your wife, and they thought i might be associated with the murders,” his eyes widen and his mouth was agape. 

“W-what?” His breathing staggered, and his chest heaved up and down in a quick motion. 

“No, no, no, no, no…!” He tripped and stumbled in his footsteps when he tried to back up. 

“Hey, kitty. Its okay,” you tried to walk forward, but he had slightly pushed you away. “No, its my fault, my fault you’re here. Even if i didn’t do the murders, i should be here, not you,” 

More salty, warm tears fell from his glossy, and puffed up eyes. 

“Kit, it doesn’t-“ he let out a scream, begging for you to back up. “Get away from me, you cant be near me. I-Ill end up making things wor-worse for you,” his sobs had gotten louder. 

“No, no, no, Kit, please…” your eyes had returned to the glossy state they were in before, but more tears than before freed themselves. 

“Im sorry, this is my fault.“ 

“Kit, dont do this…” 

“Get out.” 

“Please, Kit, please…!” 

“I-I wont do you good, leave.” 

“N-no. I wont leave you-“ 

“I said, GET OUT!” 

“No, no…” 

“GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT. YOU CANT BE HERE!”

“Stop it!”

“GO!”

Your sobs had gotten even more violent. Your back had came in contact with the steal door as it opened up swiftly. Your body was plummeting to the ground. 

“Im sorry…this is all my fa- fault…”

That was the last thing you heard from Kit before the door shut closed. 

“So, changed your mind yet? You become a nun, you take care of Kit until he gets out of here. He clearly doesn’t want you here as a patient, so why not a nun? Plus, it’ll benefit you and me, as you are a pure sou. A good addition to our asylum and you get to take care of Kit,” she chuckled. 

You looked up to sister Jude smiling down at you. “Lets try a again, do you accept my offer?” 

You slowly nodded. 

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[letstulera]