#ainsley whitley

[system-of-cells-interlinked]

Really missing Ainsley Whitley in her gaslighting and manipulation era.

#maybe i should rewatch the show #and be bitter that it was cancelled once again etc #prodigal son #ainsley whitley

[catsxratsxbats]

Ainsley Whitley + quotes

#nobody gets her like I do actually #prodigal son #ainsley whitly #Ainsley Whitley kin #she's just like me fr #something about fathers and rage and blood and girlhood.... #final girl horror girl killer girl Ily

[eddieheart]

MAID

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: Malcolm Bright x oc

Words: 910

Description: Jessica hires a maid for Malcolm.

The apartment was dark Malcolm stood in his living room. A girl stood in front of him, her face was rotten and grey. She opened vile black mouth to let loose a hoard of maggots and worms crawling from her open lips.

There was a loud buzzing around him, bees started to escape the confines of her body, leaking trough every orifice. Her eyes rolled back into her head revealing the whites of her eye.

Her neck snapped and she turned to face Malcolm. A wispy voice entranced his frozen form.

"Why didn't you stop him. Why didn't you help me. You're just like him."

He jolted awake like a bolt of lightning had struck him. He took a deep breath through his nose, calming himself as much as possible. Malcolm sighed and began to undo his arm restraints.

He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen like he did every morning. His pill bottles lined the counter neatly, he went to reach for the first one when he was interrupted.

"Malcolm my sweet boy. I have a surprise for you!" His mother said in a singsong voice as she entered his apartment.

As Malcolm turned around he cocked a brow in surprise. There was a petit looking woman standing behind his mother.

"Mother, you've brought company." She smiled brightly and put her hands on the girl's shoulders, pushing her forward.

"This is Avery she's your new maid."

"No offence to you Avery, but I don't need a maid, I keep a clean house." His mother burst into laughter.

"Go start in the bathroom Avery." She smiled as the woman walked away. He noticed a nervous tick as she passed him, scratching her ear lobe.

"She's a live in, I figured you needed the company. And before you start Malcolm this is not up for debate, she's already moved in. tootaloo my love."

He stood there awkwardly, mentally preparing himself for his new roommate.

——

He walked to the end of the hallway, down the winding staircase and into the basement. A muffled scream could be heard. His hand shook violently and he stumbled in.

The box sat dauntingly in front of him. It rattled and shook, letting out a flurry of echoing screams. He approached the box shaking in terror.

He opened the box only to find it empty, he sat back on his heels in confusion. A white hot blinding pain shot through his chest. He looked down, a scimitar pierced through his abdomen.

It was quickly ripped away he turned around falling onto his hands. He looked up and his attacker was gone. He was kicked to the ground his face hit the hard concrete floor.

His nose broke with a loud crunch. Crimson syrup ran down his face, pouring into his mouth. He jumped up and turned away, spinning in circles. Malcolm rushed out of the room he fell onto his hands and knees. He started to crawl his way up the staircase.

His breathing was erratic, his heart was racing. Malcolm's face was fear riddled, he let out a piercing scream.

——

Malcolm awoke as always, with a scream. His hands pulled viciously on his restraints, his teeth clenching down onto the thick plastic in his mouth.

His entire body seemed to lunge forward with a scream, before slowly falling back down again. He let out a breath of relief, he spit out his mouth guard and undid his leather cuffs. Malcolm looked up in confusion, a slight flash of fear ran through him.

There was a stranger at his breakfast table, he stood and walked over slowly. A look of recognition painted in features as he realized it was the maid his mother had hired.

Malcom gave a quick glance to the clock, it wasn't even sunrise yet. He walked closer.

"You're up early?" He said.

Her head picked up and whipped around to him. She looked startled and nervous, there was a cup in her hand and she swallowed whatever she was drinking.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Couldn't sleep. Sorry for breaking in, I'm above you and my kitchen doesn't work yet." She smiled nervously at the man.

"No worries, I hope I didn't wake you. I tend to startle those who see me sleep." He said suggestively. She shook her head in response.

"No, your mother mentioned you get nightmares. I myself am a chronic insomniac, a little screaming doesn't bother me." She smiled at him as he cocked his head to the side.

Malcolm was surprised to say the least, no one have ever been so pleasant about his night terrors. So, flippantly kind about them.

She stood and pressed down her shirt with her hands.

"I'm sorry I should leave." He reached his arm out. She flinched back slightly though Malcolm chose not to mention it.

"You can stay, if you'd like." She nodded and stood awkwardly.

"How about I make you a coffee." He smiled at her and sat at the island.

"That would be lovely."

She floated around the kitchen like a bird, grabbing whatever she needed as though it was her own kitchen.  He watched her sway her hips as if she were dancing to music.

She gently moved the cup onto the island, she stared down at it,  glancing back at him as she did. He nodded at her and grabbed the mug, taking a small sip.

"Thank you, it's quite good actually."

Thank you @buggylad for beta-reading

#martin whitly #malcolm bright #Jessica Whitley #ainsley whitly #jessica whitly #orginal character #original female character #prodigal son

[wvsteria]

{ closed starter for @hxartbreaker ; ainsley whitley & jules vaughn }

it was long hours working at the shop, but she loved most of them. she got to see the kind of people that would shop there. get a feel for the style that dc’s people had. one lady in particular had immaculate taste. she just looked stunning even walking into a retail shop. jules couldn’t help but approach the woman. “you look amazing. i just had to say. where’d you get your outfit from?” 

#jules vaughn ; interactions #& ainsley whitley

[tastethesetears]

You know you have father issues when Martin Whitley saying “my girl” while absolutely beaming with pride after Ainsley straight up murders a man warms your heart.

#in my prodigal son feels tonight #wish we had gotten more of their dynamic #martin whitly #ainsley whitly #prodigal son #my emotions

[brightmalcolm]

Curious to hear your thoughts on where they would have taken Ainsley's character in a s3? Because all hours are missing Ainsley Whitley hours for me.

oh great question! I think they would have continued on the "prodigal daughter" arc but a lot of it depends on if martin lived or not. if he lived I could imagine her feeling some resentment towards malcolm for killing him, because she feels that she wanted to spend more time with him (not that she doesn't understand malcolm was acting in self defense, but I think she'd still feel conflicted because she lost her father). if martin lived I think they'd continue her seeking out his advice and maybe go the path of ainsley turning into a serial killer herself? tbh I wouldn't WANT that plotline but based on the direction the show was going I feel that is the most logical conclusion. hmmm what do you think? I just wish we got a season 3 I miss the everyone on the show :(

#answered #tastethesetears #i hope this makes sense lmao #i haven't written PS meta in a whileeee

[dysfunctional-family-fight]

Round One

The Whitleys (Prodigal Son) VS the Zoldycks (Hunter X Hunter)

The Whitleys

Members: Malcolm bright, Ainsley Whitley, Jessica Whitley, Martin Whitley

Propaganda:

CW: murder, drugs

"Their fathers a serial killer and there's trauma from that and Jessica (mom) offers Malcolm (son) drugs as a way of helping him. Ainsley (sister) killed a guy and Malcolm (brother) covered it up for her when she forgot. When she remembered, she tormented him by pretending she killed another person and didn't remember as a way to teach him a lesson about lying to her about her own memories. Malcolm knows his dad is awful (he was the one who turned his dad in to the police) but keeps going back to him. Martins constantly trying to get Malcolm to be a killer and be like him. At the end of the show Malcolm stabs his serial killer father bc martin tried to kill him."

The Zoldycks

Members: Zeno, Silva, Kikyo, Illumi, Milluki, Killua, Alluka, Kalluto

Propaganda:

CW: murder, torture, isolation

"What ISN'T dysfunctional about them? A family of assassins, they train all their children to be killers, including with literal torture. Killua is the one of the family who's a main character, the heir of the family, and he eventually runs away due to the dysfunctionality. All the kids are isolated, told they don't deserve friendship, and they all have different opinions on family matters but it affects them all! Illumi wants to control Killua to as extreme a degree as he possibly can, and even though Silva lets Killua leave, he fully expects him to return home and join the family business again, and both him and Zeno knew about Illumi's extreme methods of control." Note: edited for length, full submission here

#polls #the whitleys #zoldycks #prodigal son #hunter x hunter #hxh #round one

[call-me-frosting-or-not-idc]

Now it’s your turn.

Any hyperfixations lately?

Aaa ok I have a hard time putting thoughts into words BUT I WILL TRY

100% taking this opportunity to talk about Malcom bright :D

OKAY SO YOU MIGHT NEED BACKGROUND IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED PRODIGAL SON BEFORE

Prodigal son follows a guy name Malcolm bright who worked with the fbi as a profiler before getting kicked out for sympathizing with murders too much

So he went home to nyc where he is buddies with the chief of police there and there’s a weird murder that they immediately bring him in to check. The thing about this murder is that it appears to be a copy cat of a serial killer who killed 23 people and is currently in a psychiatric facility for it. His name is Martin Whitley. Anywho Malcom is an expert in this guy and gets himself on the case. It turns out to not be a copy cat killer and a different thing but that kinda introduces you to some stuff. ANYWAYS ILL JUSY GET TO THE POINT

When Malcom was a child he grew up in a rich family and when I say rich I mean RICH. His mom came from the famous rich family and his dad was a surgeon. He has a little sister too. One time when e was little he when to a room he wasn’t supposed to and opened a box that would then haunt his dreams for years. It had a body in it. He called the police on his dad and a cop came that would then become the chief of police in a few years time. His dad is Martin Whitley. Also known as The Surgeon.

So yeahhh he is an amazing profiler with like no sense of danger so he does insane things and his dad is a serial killer who he mostly avoids but sometimes goes to him for help with a case because his dad is well an expert in the area of killers.

And and Martin is hilarious and is played by Michael sheen so hehe he’s such a fun dad. Malcom would disagree. Malcolm bright changed his name when he grew up so he didn’t have to have the name Whitley. His sister is fuckuny insane and is a reporter from the news. Her name is Ainsley. And his mother Jessica is also crazy but mostly just in the overbearing mother way not in the psychopath way his sister is. Annddddd Malcom has a pet birdddd

Anyways he’s my blot o and I love him and his sister bc she’s awesome. I love the whole Whitley family lol

Gil (the police chief) and Jessica got some weird thing going on where they are constantly are on the verge of dating and raised the kids together after Martin was arrested.

Also also there’s so many great characters like the morgue girl Edrisa who’s really fun or the police detective Dani who Malcom has a crush on. There’s also JT who’s HILARIOUS

Malcom is so silly too like he still goes to a child therapist because he just kinda refused to stop and he hands out candy to other people in the police place and profiles what their favorite flavor would be and he handcuffs himself ti the bed every night because his nightmares are so vivid he flings himself around and once in the show even throws himself out the window while sleeping and has almost hurt other people. And I am so normal about this show sorry this got crazy long

[flowerycharacterslist]

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The tournament is up there, with the rules, my open askbox etc.

Names' ideas from the characters list below (they're examples I've gathered or you submitted, THIS ISN'T A LIST OF CONFIRMED CONTESTANTS. If you want them in the bracket you have to submit them) :

Acerola, Aerith, Ainsley, Almond, Althea, Alyssa, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amarantha, Amaryllis, Amy Rose, Ananas, Anemona, Anemone, Angel Lily, Angelica, Angélique, Anthea, Anthy, Apple Bloom, Araluen, Arum, Asami, Ash, Ashleigh, Ashley, Aster, Artremisia, Ayano, Azalea, Azami

Basil, Begonia, Belladonna, Bellossom, Berry, Bloom, Blooms, Blossom, Bluebell, Botan, Bougainvillea, Briar Rose, Briony, Bryony, Buttercup, Byakuren

Calanthe, Calla (Lily), Camellia, Campion, Carmilla, Carnation, Cassia, Cedar, Celandine, Cerise, Cherry, Cherry Blossom, Chloe, Chrysanthemum, Clove, Clover, Cosmo, Crocus, Cucumber, Cynthia

Dahlia, Daisy, Dandelion, Daphne, Daphnes, Delphine, Delphinium, Dendro, Dendrobium, Diantha, Dianthus

Eglantine, Elanor, Erica, Erika

Fearne, Fields, Ficus, Fig, Fleur, Fleur de Lis, Fleur-de-Lys, Flora, Florence, Flores, Flower, Flower in the Night, Flowey, Flox, Forsythia, Foxglove, Fuchsia, Fuji, Fujiwara, Fuuka

Gardenia, Garlic, Gentian, Geranium, Gladiolus, Gladion, Goldmary, Guzma

Hana, Hanadera, Hanajima, Hanako, Hanami, Hanasaki, Haruka, Hau, Hazel, Heather, Hemlock, Hibiscus, Hinata, Holly, Hollyhock, Hollyleaf, Honeysuckle, Hortense, Hortensia, Hua, Hyacinth, Hyacinthe, Hyacinthus

Iantha, Ianthe, Ibaraki, Iolanthe, Iris, Itsuki, Ivy

Jacinda, Jaskier, Jasmine, Jessamine, Jessamy, Juniper

Kalen, Kalina, Kanon, Kasen, Katniss, Kiku, Kikyo, Kiryu, Kiwi, Kugisaki, Kukui, Kuroba

Laura, Laurel, Lauren, Lavender, Leif, Lemon, Lian, Liana, Lilac, Lili, Lilia, Lilian, LilianaLilium, Liliya, Lilja, Lillian, Lilliana, Lillie, Lillium, Lilly, Lily, Lime, Linnea, Lusamine, Lychee

Magnolia, Mallow, Mandelstam, Maple, Margaret, Marguerite, Marigold, Marlowe, Meadow, Mei, Mentha, Miki, Mimosa, Mint, Minty, Momo, Momoka, Moobloom, Myrrh, Myrrha, Myrtle

Nadeshiko, Narcissus, Nasreen, Nemona, Nepeta,

Orange Blossom, Orchid

Padma, Padmé, Pema, Peasley Peony, Pepper, Periwinkle, Pervinca, Petunia, Pimpernel, Plumeria, Poppy, Posey, Posy, Potpourri, Primrose, Pumpkinhead

Quince

Ran, Rapunzel, Raspberry, Ren, Riko, Ringo, Roisin, Rosa, Rosalie, Rosalina, Rosalind, Rosaline, Rosamund, Rosalyne, Rose, Rosella, Roseluck, Rosemary, Rosemaster, Ronsencrantz, Rosethorn, Rosetta, Rosie, Rosita, Rozaliya, Rue

Sage, Saki, Sakuko, Sakura, Salvia, Samantha, Seagrass, Sensui, Sequoia, Smilax, Sour Grapes, Sprig, Spruce, Strelitzia, Sue, Sumire, Sumireko, Susan, Susannah, Susie, Suzanne, Sweet Grapes, Sylvester, Sylvia, Sylvie

Tamar, Tamara, Tansy, Thalia, Thistlefoot, Thorn, Toph, Tsubaki, Tsubomi, Tulip, Turnip, Twoflower

Utena

Vanilla, Vasily, Venus, Veronica, Viola, Violet, Violetta

Whitley, Willow, Wisteria,

Xion, Xochitl

Yasamin, Yasmin, Yasmina, Yotsuba, Yuri

Zara, Zahra, Zinnia, Zisu, Zhou Xu

[atjsgf]

When Martin Whitley found out Ainsley killed someone and was like "my GIRL!!!" That was so iconic of them both

#good post op #prodigal son shitposting

[hiddenwashington]

@hxartbreaker​ said : may I reserve ainsley whitley from prodigal son?? ❤️

ainsley whitley (prodigal son) is now reserved for dee until 3/14 at 3:20 pm est!

#prodigal son rp #prodigal son rpg #appless rp #city rp #fandom rp #hxartbreaker #reserves #admin ollie

[unorthodoxsavvy]

Whumptober Day 8: Everything Hurts And I’m Dying

Something didn’t feel right to Malcolm. His stomach hurt, and so did his head. He blinked and looked around him.

Right. It was the zombie apocalypse. And he was probably dying.

Malcolm instinctively reached up and touched his head. His fingers came back warm and wet, covered in blood. He wiped the blood from his fingertips on his shirt. Then he grabbed his shirt and tried to rip it. It was never as easy as they made it seem in the movies.

Malcolm looked around him for something he could use as a head wrap- something clean. The last thing the needed was to die of infection and turn. Although, from the way things were going, he might have already been on his way.

Malcolm was in an abandoned mall. He’d been at the police station when all the commotion hit. There was a flood of calls, cops rushing in and out of the station, and they had turned the morgue into a triage station for injured patients. Edrissa had worked hard to direct staff members to help patients. The receptionist, a janitor, Malcolm- everyone who wasn’t an active police officer was helping out somewhere. Edrissa, being her usual curious self, was trying her best to figure out this pathogen as best as she could. A very visible part of her had been extremely excited over a real-life “zombie virus”. The rest of her, though, was overwhelmed at the amount of patients stumbling in, bleeding, and crying for help. This was what had led their station to becoming over-run.

As patients started dying they started turning, and eventually it became too much to keep up with treating people and then killing them off- eventually the police station had been evacuated to the best of everyone’s abilities- but not without a few casualties.

Malcolm, Dani, JT, Gil, and Edrissa had made it out fine. Edrissa, Dani, JT, and Gil hadn’t had anyone in the city to worry about- but Malcolm had his mom and his sister to worry about- not to mention his father.

Malcolm had been able to call both Jessica and Ainsley and told them to meet at the house. It was there that the seven of them had holed up for the foreseeable future. The house was large, had secret passageways, and a fence around the property.

They had turned the news on and were watching coverage of the outbreak event. Of course major cities like New York were being overtaken first. It was reported that LA was already completely overrun and the National Guard had been deployed. It seemed like the zombie apocalypse didn’t follow time zones.

The national guard was currently being deployed in New York City. The street outside the Whitley manner was eerily dead as everyone took shelter.

Malcolm, Gil, JT, and Dani took charge of making a plan. They all agreed it was too dangerous to stay in the city. Malcolm suggested the tunnel under the Whitley manner, what his sister affectionately referred to as the “serial killer tunnel”, to reach his dad’s cabin in the woods. If the cabin was tucked enough out of the way for a serial killer, Malcolm figured it was tucked enough out of the way for a zombie apocalypse. Plus, the tunnel would lead to safe and easy access to the city for supply runs.

It was on one of these supply runs that Malcolm had ended up getting injured.

They’d been holed up at the cabin for month, undisturbed, but the supply runs were a different story. JT, Dani, Gil, and Malcolm went in pairs. Malcolm had been paired up with Dani on this run.

They’d been raiding a corner store in the Bronx when the zombies had hit them full force. The bars on the door and the windows of the store didn’t matter- there was a gaping hole in the side of the brick building.

They had been careful- they were always careful. It hadn’t matter though. One moment with their backs turned, one glance from one stray zombie, and boom. A cry across the streets, and they had come running.

Dani and Malcolm had fought them off as best as they could, but there was simply too many.

Malcolm remembered being loaded up onto some sort of cart and dragged. The road was bumpy and uneven, and Malcolm shook and rattled as he was carried. He assumed Dani was taking him to the meeting place that they and JT and Gil had set up, which was a mall a little out of the ways of the hub of the city.

It was here that Malcolm had woken up, looking around for something to tie around his head, which was bleeding. He was unable to find anything, however.

“Hey, over here.”

Malcolm turned his head gingerly to look over at Dani, who was rushing to his side with a bottle of water.

She tilted his head up gently and poured the water slowly into his mouth. He sipped eagerly.

Dani pressed a cloth she’d manufactured from somewhere to his head.

“What happened?” He murmured.

“We got into a nasty fight. One got you good on the head with it’s nails.”

“I got scratched?” Malcolm asked, concerned.

Dani glanced over to the side, Malcolm assumed at Gil.

“We don’t know for sure that’s a problem,” Dani assured. Malcolm didn’t say anything, but he already knew: his stomach didn’t feel right, and it was getting worse the longer he was awake.

“Let’s get you back to the cabin,” Gil said, from somewhere out of Malcolm’s view.

“No.”

Gil came into Malcolm’s peripheral.

“What do you mean?” Gil asked.

“Leave me. I can feel myself turning. It’s not safe. Please, just leave me here.”

Gil and Dani exchanged a concerned glance.

“Kid, we can’t just leave you here by yourself.”

Normally Malcolm would try and fight, argue for them to save themselves and leave him be, but he could tell his time was short, so he offered a compromise.

“Fine. But move out of the way. Let’s wait here and see if I improve. Wait and keep watch from up on the second floor.”

Gil and Dani exchanged another unspoken look between them. Malcolm figured JT was already somewhere keeping watch.

“Alright.”

Dani placed the water bottle in Malcolm’a reach and backed up a little further. It wasn’t as far away as Malcolm would have liked, but he didn’t have the strength to argue. He felt like he was dying. He knew he was dying. He hoped the pain would end soon. It was excruciating. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted it to fade away.

Malcolm was staring up at the mall ceiling way above him when he wasn’t in so much pain he was clenching his eyes closed. The ceiling was glass, and Malcolm watched the clouds drift peacefully overhead. It was quiet, calm. From the angle you almost couldn’t tell that the world as they had known it ended.

The pain was growing to the point Malcolm could feel himself drifting out of consciousness. Malcolm let out a groan and squeezed his eyes shut. He waited, waited, and waited. And finally the pain started to slip away, as did everything else.

Malcolm ended up dying there, on the mall floor. His eyes opened, his body started to sit up on it’s own, and eventually it was struck down by the very hands that had nurtured it.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 8 #everything hurts and I'm dying #stomach pain #head trauma #back from the dead #zombies #zombie au #prodigal son fic #prodigal son #malcolm bright #gil arroyo #jt tarmel #dani powell #ainsley whitly #jessica whitly #edrisa tanaka

[levraienjolras]

these are the muses I’m considering

I’m trying to narrow down the list so that I don’t have too many. Let me know if any of these are of interest to you:

Dracula (various media) Ray Palmer (Legends of Tomorrow) Bill Potts (Doctor Who) Blackfire (DC Comics) Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland) Mr. Zsasz (DC Comics) Negative Man (Doom Patrol) Riddler (DC Comics/Gotham) Foggy Nelson (Daredevil) 10K (Z-Nation) Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural) Kent Parson (Check, Please!) Glory (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Bahorel (Les Miserables) Mazikeen (Lucifer) William Pointdexter (Check, Please) Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) Ainsley Whitley (Prodigal Son)

#there are more of these than my current muses #i am very indecisive

[eddieheart]

HOLIDAYS

(Part 5)

Fandom: Prodigal Son

Pairings: NONE

Words: 1975

Description: Gwen goes to the Whitly family Christmas party, things don’t go as planned.

PART 4: the-truth

Gwen hadn't ever been to a Christmas party before. Her first family had small celebrations but their relatives lived too far away to visit for the holidays.

Jessica had said it would be ‘a small affair, just you kids and myself', Gwen wasn't exactly sure what to bring. It was no secret the Whitly's were rich, if she brought cookies would they turn up their noses?

Would they laugh at her for bringing inexpensive gifts? Ainsley wore Versace, Jessica wore Tiffany's, Malcolm wore three thousand dollar suits as if they were nothing. Almost all of Gwen's clothes were hand-me-downs or thrift finds.

Deep down she knew they wouldn't care, but she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she wasn't enough.

Gwen was wearing a short red dress with secret shorts underneath, her hair was curled and gold earrings dangled from her ears. A bright red lip finished the look, complimented by a black liner on her upper lid.

With a bit of time left before she had to head over, Gwen sat on her couch and turned on the tv.

Of course the first thing she saw was her mother, what else would be on? A picture of a bracelet flashed across the screen. It had belonged to one of her fathers victims, not one of the 23.

She stood with a loud sigh, turned off the tv and walked to the door. With a stack of neatly wrapped boxed under her arm Gwen quickly hailed a cab and began her journey.

——

The house was quiet as she arrived at the Whitly home, though the street outside was rampant with reporters. Gwen pulled up the hood of her jacket, hiding her face and walked inside.

It was dreary and dark, unusually so. Gwen grew nervous as she wandered inside.

"Hello?!" She yelled out into the house.

The sounds of hushed conversation grew louder as she walked towards the dinning room. Both Ainsley and Jessica sat together at the table.

"Hi, Merry Christmas. I brought cookies, I wasn't sure what you guys normally did but I though I should bring something. Oh, gifts too." Gwen said with a nervous smile.

The two women looked startled by her presence, Malcolm wasn't there, probably stuck at work. Gwen sat across from her sister and next to her mother.

"It's lovely to see you dear, get a quick bite. I'm dying to give you your presents." Jessica smiled at the young girl.

Gwen steadied her breathing and filled her plate. The meal passed quickly and Jessica ushered the girls towards the living room.

Bringing her boxes and cookies with her, Gwen sat across from her two family members, placing the platter in between them.

Nervously Gwen grabbed two of the boxes and passed one two each of the other women.

"Its not much, really. If you don't like it that's fine, I just figured... um anyway." Trailing off at the end of her sentence and curling in on her self timidly.

Jessica opened hers first, gently pealing off the soft white wrapping paper. Inside the box laid a gold braclet

Multicoloured beads with pauses of small gold beads in between. Jessica stared at it quizzically for a moment before smiling up at Gwen.

"I love it dear, thank you." Jessica smiled at her daughter and reached a hand out to hold as a thank you.

"It's Morse code, it says... I love you... mom." Gwen looked into Jessica's eyes, her own tearing slightly.

The older woman's mouth opened in surprise. Jessica stood and pulled the young girl into her arms tightly.

Sitting back down Gwen turned to face Ainsley, they smiled at each other kindly. Ainsley opened the pale pink package, quickly ripping off the paper. She pulled out the content with a smile.

'Ainsley' written cursive, connected to a soft gold chain.

"I love it, thank you Gwenie." The younger girl smiled and Ainsley quickly stood to hug her.

"Now for you my dear!" Jessica sung out while grabbing secretive bags and boxes from behind her.

"You didn't have to do all that, really." Her heart swelled as she watched her new family hand her gifts.

They spent the rest of the evening watching Gwen open gifts, they talked and they genuinely seemed to like Gwen's cookies. The young girl walked home that night, heart filled with joy. She'd never been happier.

——

She still hadn't heard anything from Malcolm, in fact the rest of the family seemed to be radio silent as well. Gwen spent most of the day at home relaxing and enjoying the gifts she'd reserved.

She'd gotten a series of dresses, a few antique and vintage books and a necklace from Ainsley. The jewelry seemed to be her favourite, a simple gold chain with a natural pearl held by a crown in the center of the chain.

Gwen spent at least a few hours trying on dresses worth more than three months rent. The rest of the time was filled with the lovely smell of old books.

It was dark, no one had messaged her back or retuned her calls, if she was being honest Gwen was a little worried. So in her typical fashion she went straight to the source, the Whitly home.

She knocked on the door but after several minutes of waiting with no answer she let herself in. The house was dark and seemingly empty.

Soft whispers of conversation could be heard coming from a back room. Gwen called out as she ventured farther inside.

"Mom? Ainsley? Malcolm?" She cried out into the empty room.

She started walking towards the dinning room, but before she could get there a leathery gloved hand wrapped itself around her mouth, an arm looped around her waist yanking her back. 

Feet thumped as the man dragged her down a flight of stairs and into a basement? It was hard to tell with how dark the room was.

A closed mouth scream tried to escape her as the large body dragged her back. The sound of doors opening startled her and she was thrown back into a closet. As she tried to get up and out of the closet the man started to get more and more annoyed. He slapped her roughly across the face, threw her backwards and locked a handcuff around her ankle.

It locked into place on a large metal loop in the floor. The doors in front of slammed shut as she was forced back into a pile of stashed tools.

Her body lunged forward into the wooden doors, she screamed out painfully.

The edges of her vision started to blur, growing black and dragging her deeper into her memories.

-

Just after the man was killed, Gwen laid weakly on her side. Tears leaked from her eyes like a waterfall, small fingers stuck out from the wooden slats, reaching out to the man.

Her arm jerked back inside as her foster father come back into the room. The doors burst open and a hand reached inside, gripping onto her hair and dragging her out.

"You want out so bad! You can get out! Make yourself useful and clean up this mess!" The man screamed.

He held her above the lifeless body by her hair and threw her down onto it. Prices of scattered flesh covered her arms, the feeling of tiny knives bit into her hands as she was pushed onto the glass shards.

Biting back a scream, Gwen began to pick up small pieces of what used to be a man and placed them tearfully into a large garbage bag. Her hands shook as she grabbed the pieces, her eyes glazed over unfocused.

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Her eyes focused back into vision, Gwen knew what she had to do. She yanked her foot closer to her body, the hand cuffs not moving.

Something bumped her head as she leaned back into the closet. Reaching out wildly to find anything she could use her hands finally stumbled upon a piece of heavy metal attached to wood.

An old hammer, she took a deep breath to steady herself and slammed in down into her ankle.

It took more than one hit to break the thick bone. She cried and brought the weapon up again, the sound of metal hitting the cement floor would forever haunt her.

Mascara ran down her face, her poor foot was red and limp, squelching as it moved. Gwen screamed out in pain and weakly pulled her foot from its metal prison. Her whole foot was numb with blinding pain. Gwen had to look away as her once hard bone, now like jello, squeezed it was out of the handcuff.

The other end slipped through the metal loop freeing both her legs. She put all of her weight onto her uninjured leg she grabbed the hammer again bringing down onto the hinge of the closet door.

As it fell back she smiled to herself, crawling out of the wooden prison. Making it up the stairs was a challenge on her injured foot so she stayed on her knees.

Rounding the corner she could see the stranger chasing her mother and sister down a hallway, he slammed Ainsley into a door and blood gushed from her head.

They ran off leaving him alone, she could hear Malcolm yelling out, calling the man. She watched the intruder stalk into the living room and stop in front of a wooden trunk.

She came up behind him and swung the hammer with all her might, crashing it into the back of his head. The man, Watkins, screamed out as she swung the hammer again and again and again.

Her face is was speckled with fleck of blood and brains, her hands dripped with red.

"Gwen?" A soft voice asked from behind her. She was startled and swung the hammer out towards the voice.

Luckily she was too far away to have hit the man behind her. Malcolm looked to her in shock, her eyes were unfocused and glazed, she wasn't all there.

"Gwen? Gwen it's over, can you hear me?" Her head looked around the room in confusion before her gaze settled on the older man.

"Malcolm?" She asked weakly. He nodded and stepped forward timidly. She let out a sob from deep within her body, she shook and looked absolutely terrified.

His grip loosened and the crowbar fell to the ground with a sharp clash. He reached out to her with his uninjured hand, she gripped onto it as he led her to any other room.

It slipped from his grasp as Jessica came into view. The older woman quickly dropped the knife from her hands and charged towards her son with open arms.

"Oh, god. Oh. Oh." She hugged him tightly and held his face in her hands.

Malcolm leaned into her soft touch, wincing and pulling his hand away.

"Oh! Oh watch the hand." He jerked back slightly.

"What happened are? Are you okay?" She asked in a frantic tone, griping onto his for arms.

"I'm alive." She sighed in relief and took his face I to her hands again, steering clear of his injured arm.

"Where's Watkins? Is he... did you..." she trailed off staring deeply into his eyes.

"No." Shaking his head he turned to face his younger sister, who until now had gone unnoticed by her mother.

"Gwen? Baby what are you doing here? What?" Her voice trailed off as her gaze shifted to the young girls hands, coated with dark red liquid.

The youngest girl fell to her knees, she shifted to the side to keep weight off of her surely broken ankle.

She looked up to face them as pitiful tears fell from her eyes and seeped into her skin. What had she done?

PART 6: TBD

Link to bracelets

https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/holidays/gift-ideas/g34388852/best-sentimental-gifts/

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[didsomebodysaypancakes]

It looked like Ainsley didn't start wearing her Murder Face until the gun was turned on Malcolm.

Maybe her family being threatened is what triggers Ainsley's dissociative stabby mode?

#i guess having her dad arrested/ taken away when she was 5 made her homicidally protective of her family #prodigal son #ainsley whitley

[murdernerdsstan]

Malcolm lays unconscious in an elevator shaft. Meanwhile, Ainsley:

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #ainsley whitley #Malcolm was only out for one hour and look #this is why we can't have nice things Ainsley #apple fell close to the tree