Corey Splurge

Gonna do this one first because it’ll probably be the longest.



So when I was 4, my parents died in a house fire, and I became an orphan. From that time up until I was 14, I was in the foster system.

When I was 14, I dated my first boyfriend. He was sexually abusive, and I stayed with him til I was almost 15.

When I was 15, I dated a guy named Richard. I know, ironic isn’t it? I’m still not sure if it’s the same Richard as in the game. But anyway, he was physically and emotionally abusive. He would force me to have cigarettes with him when he was bored, and he would beat me when I refused. I stayed with Richard til I was about 16.

When I was 16, I dated my 3rd boyfriend, who was possessive, and wouldn’t let me out of his sight. I stayed with him til I was 17, mostly because he wouldn’t let me leave. If I tried to break up with him, he would manipulate me into staying. When I was 17, I pretended to be pregnant in hopes that he’d break up with me. It worked.

I was homeless for about 2 weeks after that, until I met Ash and Alex. It got to the point where I was desperate for food, and willing to steal to avoid eating out of another trash can. So, I was sitting in an alley, trying to decide how I’d go about stealing someone’s food or wallet, when I saw these two, no more than a few years older than me. They were walking down the street, and the girl had 2 pizzas in her hands. ‘They look pretty well off, they can survive with just one.’ I thought, and waited for them to get closer. As soon as they got close enough, I leapt out, grabbing one of the pizzas and trying to make a break for it. Usually I was pretty fast, but I had a huge backpack on my back, and I was trying to carry an entire pizza while running, so Ash caught up to me pretty quick, grabbing me by the arm (it’s a miracle the pizza didn’t drop tbh). “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Because Ash was a guy, and I’d been in 4 abusive relationships (I don’t remember the 4th one), I froze in fear, especially cuz he looked ready to beat the shit out of me. He grabbed the pizza out of my hands and handed it to Alex before going to yell at me some more. “Ash! Ash, calm the fuck down! Don’t you see you’re scaring her?” Alex said. Ash stopped. “Look, she’s obviously desperate. Don’t pretend we haven’t been in the exact same situation.” She explained, then turned to me. “You know, if you wanted a slice, you could’ve asked. Come on. You can chill with us! You don’t look like you have a place to stay anyway.” So I followed them back to where they lived. My hair looked like a zebra mane at the time, which is why they gave me that mask (that, and zebras were my favorite animal). So I started living with them, and became one of the fans.



My first panic attack with the fans happened after my first job with them. A guy had caught me, and was trying to strangle me to death, and I started having flashbacks of my sexually abusive ex (he was into choking people out). So, we got back and I headed for my room. Ash and Alex’s room happened to be next to mine, so they heard me, and came in. They both helped calm me down, and Alex figured out I had a huge thing for candy. It was the number 1 way to help calm me down. I made them promise not to tell the others, and they agreed. So from then on, Ash and Alex became the only ones who could calm me down.

A few weeks after I joined, I was still pretty scared of Tony. I mean, he had sort of a temper, and an intimidating demeanor in general. I had grown just comfortable enough with him to hold good conversations, but I would flinch easily. One day, we got into sort of a banter/debate thing over something stupid (can’t remember what), and you know that thing that some guys do where they lean against the wall by sorta placing their hand on the wall above the girl’s head? He went to do that, but my mind instantly thought he was raising his hand to hit me, so I flinched. “Corey, hey.” He put his hands on my shoulders and made eye contact with me. “Corey, I want you to know that I would never, /ever/, hurt you, or hit you, okay? You don’t need to be afraid of me. You’re safe with me, okay?” I nodded, and he pulled me in for a hug. I became relaxed with him after that.

So, through dating Richard, I had effectively become addicted to smoking, and I didn’t stop after we stopped dating. For some reason, I felt the need to hide this from the fans. So, one day while Tony and Mark were gone, I snuck out to smoke real quick before they got back. Unfortunately, they got back earlier than I’d planned. Mark took the cigarette from me and tossed it on the ground, stomping it out. Tony took the pack out of my hand, crushed it in his hand, then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his foot. When he was done, he reached into his wallet, pulling out some cash (exactly the amount it had costed for the cigarettes) and handing it to me. “You’d better not buy another pack with this. You’re not doing that anymore, got it?” And after that, I was never even tempted.

There were times when I would run off and disappear for a few days at a time. I don’t remember where I went, or why I ran off, except for once. I had run off, only planning to stay out for the night, when my sexually abusive ex found me. He dragged me back to his house and kept me trapped there. I was trapped for two weeks. But one thing I’d remembered was, he was a nerd and had a sword collection. And I knew how to use a katana. So one day, while he was out, I busted down the door and got into his room and found the swords. Lucky for me, one of them was a katana. When he came back, I was waiting for him. I killed him, cleared the evidence, cleaned up the katana, and brought it with me cuz it was pretty, and I escaped. When I got back to our place, I went straight to my room without talking to anyone. Not even 5 minutes passed before a candy bar (a kit-kat to be exact) slid under my door, with a note from Alex attached (can’t remember what it said).

After that, I don’t remember much until my death. I remember my death in full detail… I was about 23 when I died. My death went pretty close to how I died in game. I was shot through the stomach. But I remember everything that happened around it too. I had dropped my katana, and attempted to dodge roll and get it at the same time. It didn’t work, mostly because I was also panicking. Alex and Ash were already upstairs, well ahead of me. The guy came in and I was too slow. Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my stomach. I collapsed on my knees, clutching at the wound. “Alex..” I muttered. “Is Alex okay? She has to be okay….” ‘please let her be okay….’ I thought. And that’s all I remember.

A few other things I remember is, I had snake bites, dark greenish/hazel eyes, I had an obsession with candy (and sweets in general, but I had a tendency to call it all candy), I had a candy stash, and Alex had one for me too, so she could have some on hand if I needed it. I might’ve gotten a tattoo?? But I don’t quite remember, favorite color was purple, favorite animal was a zebra, favorite drink was coke, favorite candy were kit-kats, and every single one of my abusive exes ended up getting killed by one of us. I know that Tony killed the one I dated right before I found the fans. Umm, all of us were in a poly relationship, although me and Alex were more together and Ash and Tony were closer as well, but we were basically a big poly fam (Alex and Ash did nothing with each other don’t worry). Also, I was a demigirl, although I didn’t really know the term for it back then. And also I had an obsession with carving pumpkins for halloween!