xOC (Penelope)
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Whitty's POV

I had always had emotional issues. Every since I was a little bomb, I'd never understood what reaction was appropriate for what situation. When I finally found someone who understood me, they, unfortunately, died.

It left me to rethink my next move. I never, and still don't know, how to let go or process anything new that I don't deal with regularly. That was until, I met her.

Carol.

Carol changed my whole life for the better. We help each other all the time and honestly, I could go on and on about our life together. We're inseparable.

Though... we do have our downs. And there's only one of them that keeps our relationship together by a string.

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"I told you already, I'm not staying here with you! There is a damn ghost in here and you know how I get with paranormal shit, Whitty!"

"You're right, it is paranormal! You're being paranoid. That's the only paranormal thing that's happened so far!"

"What the fuck do you mean? I saw her!" Carol huffed and threw her arms up in annoyance. "I can't take this shit right now... I'm fucking leaving." Carol grabbed her purse and brushed past Whitty.

"Where are you even going?!" He chased after her.

"Out!" She slammed the door shut.

Whitty screamed and started throwing things around. He smashed several picture frames and glasses.
Soon enough, little droplets of black fluids started leaking from his eyes as he broke down into a fit of regret. He slid down a wall, holding his head in his hands.

He sobbed uncontrollably while sitting against the wall. He was alone. Nobody was there to console him. He felt empty. Cold. Pointless.

When he lifted his head up, he saw a small picture frame on the ground next to him. He picked up the cracked material and looked at it. In the picture, he saw himself standing next to Penelope. They looked happily into the camera as they held one another's ice cream in each other's faces.

Whitty let a single tear fall. "God, what have I done?.." he held the frame close to his chest, "What if Carol is right about you? What if... you never left me?" He looked at the smashed frame and cried more.

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Carol was out shopping with a few of her friends. She vented to them about the whole situation with Whitty for a while. They all comfort her for the rest of their trip.

"Honestly, girl, I don't know how you deal with that every day. AND in a haunted apartment." Her friend said.

"Yeah. My hat goes off to you.." her other friend said.

"It's not that hard. It just feels like he's ignoring me..." Carol sunk down in her chair.

She pondered all of her thoughts and just accepted that Whitty couldn't see what she saw. She knew she was right, but she didn't want to come at him the wrong way.

"Well, what about you, Carol?" Her friend waved a hand in front of her face.

"Huh? What?"

"You want me to repeat that? Or do you want more time to think about your night plans with Whitty?"

Carol's face contorted in disgust, "Ew, no. Why- just- ugh, I have to go." She grabbed her bags and rushed away, heading back to the apartment. On her way, she kept rehearsing her entrance speech to Whitty, only to sound more like she was disgusted with him and didn't want to be with him anymore.

When she really thought on her final words to him, she didn't think it was a bad idea. She wouldn't mind some time by herself anyways.

Carol got to their room. "Finally.." she huffed. Sticking her keys in the hole, she heard a small voice call out to her. She looked around herself, finding nothing interesting. She shrugged and continued her way into the room.

"Hey, Whitty? I'm home!" She put her keys on the table. The sound of the metal hitting the coffee table echoes through the room in an odd way. It spunded like the room was more hollow than usual. Like there was nothing to absorb sound.
She slowly stepped into their livingroom, searching through the dimly lit room. She saw the messy room, the floor littered with broken glass shards. "We really need to get some new light bulbs. I just paid our utility bill..." she fussed to herself, trying to ignore the scenes in front of her. Carol didn't want to think about the possibility that Whitty was kidnapped or something. Continuing her walk, she made it to the bedroom door.

Carol slowly pushed the door open, again, the sound echoing through the hollow room. She started to get nervous. As she registered her fear, she felt a cold aura swallowing her whole. She started hyperventilating, calling out for Whitty.
"Hello? Whitty, this isn't funny!"

Her feet moved apart, planting in a defensive stance.

"W-Whitty?" She started whimpering.

And then.

Everything went dark.

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Yah cleef hangerrrrr part wannn 😎

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