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It had been a few months since that place. Almond had been in a psych ward since getting back to the front rooms- or as functional people of society called it, Earth, regular life.
Although almond could hardly call it 'regular' nothing about her life was normal, nothing about her was normal.
The Psych ward identified her having a multitude of disorders: effects of what true horrors can do, ecpesslly to someone so young, Almond was only 11 when she fell into that cesspool, now she was 14, 3 years of constant never ending fear. Hell
Among meny other things, Almond was struggling with schizophrenia, so meny entity's still haunted her, they looked so real, like she could reach out and touch them.
She could hear them to, they spoke to her, told her things.
That nurses told her over and over the creatures weren't real, she didn't believe a single word. She knew she was cursed for her mind to forever resign in the backrooms.
Twig visited her often, everyday if he could, even though he was on numerous medications and going to therapy himself, he was trying to lift up Almods spirits, After all they survived, them, amongst so, so meny individuals, friends, in the backrooms they had been the ones to make it back.
Twig had brought up some banana nut muffins and chocolate milk, I know I know it wasn't the healthiest but twig remembered so meny times they had talked about foods they'd eat if they could eat anything, muffins and chocolate milk being top on both their lists.
Almond smiled softly seeing the bag knowing exactly what twig brought her "Hey Alm, guess what I brought you."Twig smiled, Almond could tell by the bags under his eyes he hadn't been having much luck with sleep either.
"Hm I dunno what do you bring be every friday"Almond said sitting up in her bed, her head ached slightly. Twig pulled out the chocolate milk, and almonds eyes stopped on the small plastic Tupperware "I tried making the muffins myself this time!" Twig honestly didn't have enough money for the muffins he usually got which were Almonds favorite, and his therapist told him that starting up a new hobbie could be beneficial, and he honestly really enjoyed it, he's been excited for Almond to try them all day.
"I didn't even know you liked baking, or knew how to work an oven." Almond opened the container "Are they- saposed to be black?" The muffins were a little darker then they should of been, but Twig figured it was alright "I've never made them before and I put them on for a little longer then I should of.."Twig frowned poking at the crispy muffin he remembered looking alot better last night when freshly baked.
"Eh we spent 3 years eating almond milk and crops, they can't be that bad"Almond said picking up one, Twig shivered wanting to throw up from even the mention of the sweet milk they had drunk for so long.
The muffin made a crunchy sound as she bite down on it. Oh gosh that was bad. Twig watched Almonds reaction closely with hopeful eyes "Its-" she forced herself to swallow the bite she wanted to spit out "It's not the worse...?"She said not even believing herself.
Twig sighed laying his head on the bed deflated. "Man I stick at baking" he looked like a kicked puppy
"Come on don't say that, I mean you do suck at it but you just need to practice, I used to suck at soccer when I first started, then I became the best striker In my whole school."she smile remembering when she could play soccer, before she entered that place, before one of her legs got paralyzed.
"I'll practice then."Twig broke Almond from the upsetting thoughts.
"And I'll make you the best Muffins you'll ever taste! I can promise you that"
Twigs smile was so bright she couldn't help but smile too
"I'll be holding you to that promise,"