#theyre gonna live rent free in my head for a while hope yall enjoy

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That reveal fucking got me, it got me so fucking hard guys!!! It's bringing me out of my writing break, that's how hard it got me!! Anyways here's Bagi being alone, she's coping (cw/tw: implied mental health issues/violence, mentioned gore):

It was getting real late, and Bagi was only now just returning to her small apartment. She couldn't stand it, being alone, so she spent all her time at work. Work being the small private investigators that hired her after she lied her ass off about her age and experience. She was using them, really. If she rose up the ranks, then she could lie about needing to go to that prison. Then, she could finally complete her plan. She's been dreaming of that day for years.

Bagi's apartment is mostly bare. Aside from a TV and DVD player (that cost most of two paychecks), the table they sit on, and a couch with a blanket and a few pillows. Her kitchen is a bit nicer, but not by much. She had stolen most of the nicer things. Like her knife set. It had been a hassle, but she managed. She walked through the kitchen, not grabbing any food but instead grabbing one of the knives. Bagi isn't hungry right now. She hasn't felt hungry in years. She eats to survive. She wonders vaguely if her coworkers noticed. It didn't matter. They haven't noticed anything yet. Not how she lies through her teeth, not how she steals most everything she owns, not how her clothes look two sizes too big even if they're supposed to be her exact size, nothing. They don't even notice when she stares a bit too long at crime-scene photos.

Her sat on her couch and turned on the TV. It was left on the main menu of a documentary DVD. This documentary was about her brother and every gorey detail of his list of crimes. She couldn't care less, that's her brother and she loves him all the same. Her brother. Her other half. Her brother, Cellbit. Bagi and Cellbit, attached at the hip. Twins, forever and always. She holds the knife in her hand. She wonders if she could do what he's done. She doesn't care if she goes to hell, as long as she goes to hell with him. They share the same face, the same eyes. Is it mom or dad's face they share? Are her teeth as sharp as his? Bagi doesn't eat meat. She'll never know. When the documentary ends, Bagi wipes tears from her eyes. She didn't even know she was crying. She does this a lot.

After a few deep breaths, she tries to keep her composure. She can't be crying. The investigation isn't over yet. It's not over until she's face to face with him again. She can't cry yet. The documentary is finished. She'll change the channel back for now and turn it back when she goes to sleep. For now, the news. She regrets her decision almost immediately. A breaking news story about multiple escaped convicts. They show the mugshots. One is her brother. No. They're fucking lying, this is some big fucking joke.

Bagi barely suppresses a scream as she throws the knife she's holding into the wall just above her TV. No fucking way Cellbit is leaving behind again! He couldn't fucking wait for her this one time. She was going to save him! She just fucking found him again! Her rage buzzes under her skin. She can't stay here tonight. She's going back to work. Bagi can already feel her phone vibrate, them begging her to return. This case will big a break for them. It'll be her magnum opus. She grabs the knife from where it stuck in the wall and stuffs it into her bag. She can't fucking believe it. Cellbit forgot about her, again. She'll deal with it when she finds him.