Realistic or Modern The Institution For The Young and Mentally Disturbed

[Midnight Peace]

"Welcome to McCallister's Institution for the Young and Mentally Disturbed! Here we bring mentally ill children of all ages to our safe haven, providing them with a healthy, safe space for them to recover from their diseased mental states. We hope you will enjoy your stay."


Don't be fooled by the fancy engravings upon a golden plaque on the front door of this asylum. For once you go inside, it is by no means a safe space.


Controlling, wicked doctors and nurses roam the halls, doing whatever they please to the patrons who were deemed so unfit for the outside that they were forced into this horrid establishment, regardless if they were really ill or not.


You have been thrown in here. It is now up to you to decide what will you do about this horrid state of events.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

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Every time Aria closed her eyes she could see his face. Every mole, every blemish, she could count the pores in his face if she wanted to.


The longer her eyes were closed, the closer she got to that place. Thats why she refused to close her eyes.


She would keep them open until they burned, and then blinked, only to do it again.


She refused to sleep, she couldn't. Every time she did, she saw him, smelt him, felt him caressing her skin. Her skin. It was poisoned. She had to get it off. So she scratched, she dragged her nails down her skin until she felt it come up. The familiar burning feeling coursing though her body, causing her to sob in relief. If she could just get this skin off she couldn't feel him anymore. But those doctors, they wouldn't let her get rid of him. They cut down her fingernails so she couldn't scratch anymore.


No. NO. HE WAS LEAVING. HE WAS LEAVING! THEY WERE LEAVING. She screamed in her head, breaking down into sobs and dragging her fingers down her skin.


You spect me to leave without touchin' that sweet body u yurs once more?


Please. Not again. I cant do this. You aren't here, you're locked up in prison somewhere.


Naw, im one of yur fancy doctors ya see. I get to see ya in that gown, imagining why they would want to cover up your fat little whore hips. With an ass you could milk yurself in for days without never gettin' tired.


Stop. Stop. You are not here. You are not here. You are not here.


Am I?


And with that, he was quiet. Aria wanted to cry, scream, run, hide, anything to get away from him, but her body stopped working. She was sliding against the wall and curling up in a ball. I have to run, but my body wont work. She thought, panicked. She tried to call out but the only thing that was heard was silence. Her insides were turmoil, like a raging tsunami in a small confined place. But on the outside, she was curled in a ball, staring at the wall with silent tears running down her cheeks.

 

[General_warNpeace]

The Demon Brothers

"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind


There was something so pleasant about that place.


Even your emotions had an echo


In so much space,"


A light voice echoed off the wall's of the asylum making it hard to pinpoint where it came from. It was a pleasing voice but held a childish playfulness or maybe a demented tilt to the words that made any who heard it shiver in trepidation. The few patient's who knew the source of the voice had a more violent reaction. Many trembled and cried out or suddenly became violent. Each lost in painful memories. Little good came from hearing that voice singing.


"Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are,


Ha ha ha bless your soul


You really think you're in control,"


Kiro's lips curled up into a delightful grin that belayed his innocent words as he heard the sound's of inmates crying nearby or loud crashes as the patient's became violent at the sound of his voice. I love that reaction. Closing his eyes he laid his head back onto his brother's stomach as swung his leg's that dangled off the side of the bed in tune to his singing and focused on the long fingers running through his hair. The soothing motion made him relax and his voice became calmer as a result and quieter.


"Maybe I'm crazy


Maybe you're crazy


Maybe we're crazy


Probably


Uh, uh."


The song came to a soft close as Kiro's mind became cloudy with the lagging grogginess of tiredness and he had to fight against it as he begged off a few more minutes in the waking world. A calm and cool voice managed to break through the fog. "I heard we are getting some new patient's soon. If they haven't already arrived."


A dark and twisted smile curling his lip's Kiro allowed himself to down in the dark fog and relaxed into sleep. Dreaming about all the pain he shell soon inflect. Theo chuckled in amusement as he felt his brother go lax. Stopping his ministrations he turned to the next page into the book he had been reading when Kiro had left his own bed and joined him in his. He wanted to finish it quickly before his brother awoke and wanted to go check out their new potential prey. It's been so long since they had some fresh meat and they would enjoy it while it last.

 

[CelestialBunny]

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Beatrix Washington


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Beatrix still couldn't believe what was happening to her, an insane asylum? She wasn't crazy, at least not that she knew of. 'What happened that night?' She thought to herself as she was on her way to the asylum, 'All I remember is going to bed, and waking up with blood all over me and a bloody knife with mydead dead parents around me and then the police arrived' she recollected that was exactly what she told the police and judge.


'Oh god, I killed my parents!' she thought, 'They deserved it, didn't they? All they did was get drunk and beat you. When you were kidnapped, they didn't bother help you. Wasn't till the police got involved that we were saved' 'Cut it out Venus!'


"Get out of my head" Beatrix mumbled, she didn't want to deal with Venus or Maddison at the moment. She was to scared for what to expect, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. She walked into the asylum with the guard behind her, 'I wonder what happens now'


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[BeardedDandere]

Cain was beating the back of his head against the wall he was lost in thought. They made me come here against my will.... He flared his nostrils and stood up from his bed. "I swear to god I will fucking kill them if I get out of here... Fuck them!" He punched the wall a couple of times and looked down at his knuckles they were bruised and blood was dripping down one of them. "Fuck this..." He walked over to the end of his bed and picked up his guitar and started strumming a song that he remembered to try to calm himself down.

 

[gloomAI]

Where is my MIND? Pixies

Cuckoo

[Koo koo]

noun, plural cuckoos

a common European bird, Cumulus canorus, of the family Cuculidae, noted for its characteristic call and its blood parasitism.

Alice often felt like a cuckoo bird, implanting herself in a family and slowly pushing out the children of the nest to their deaths. A leech sucking the life out of everyone; a parasitic pest that had to be snuff out. She could remember several periods in her childhood where she felt like an outsider pretending to be someone or something she wasn’t. The moment her older brother, Ian, kicked her out of the house and away from the family, she felt it was a justice served that was long overdue. Yet, a vast majority of her felt betrayed that her own family rejected her and turned her away. Wasn't family supposed to stick together always and forever?


Alice guessed it didn’t matter anymore, they failed her and she was sent packing with a small duffel bag containing her things, a fistful of cash (about $200), and sharp pang in her heart. She had to focus on survival now because $200 can only get you so far. At the age of 17 and living on the streets, she knew the price of survival came at a price. What was she willing to give up? Alice was not even sure she had anything left to give, but she needed to do something. So, she turned to a life of selling drugs.

PRICE: What was left of her morality

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There was not too many rules Alice had set for herself, but among the very top it was ‘ never trust the authorities’. Yet, the sleepless nights of insomnia had begun catching up to her and she found herself seeking help from one of those doctors for one of those stupid little pills to cure her problem. They told her she needed to take a psych eval to see if she even needed them. Now, in hindsight, she regretted threatening the doctors because it only ended up with her being put into a room for 72 hours and being forced to take the psych eval. Pretty stupid move.


It was even stupider for her to even break her rule for some sleeping pills, she would have eventually figured something out. Doctors were always trying to find a way to lock someone up for being ‘crazy’. They said she had Borderline Personality Disorder, which she protested and denied within every passing moment that they started processing her.
 They just kept telling her they were here to help her, but she didn’t want it. Not even in the slightest. She was fine.


Now, here she was locked in a white, sterile room in a mental institution dressed in this pathetic patient uniform. Last time she checked, these institutions were for the crazy; she was not crazy not even by a long shot. She was perfectly sane, but being locked up with these psychos, she knew she might just end up being a drooling nutcase eventually. These places had a habit of taking people’s sanities and bending them into distorted versions of themselves. She could not, would not, allow that to happen to her. 




Alice had decided to get up from her position on the bed and leave out this uncomfortable blank slate of a room. She reached the door and turned the knob, it was locked. She rolled her eyes and began fiddling with the door knob some more, even began using her other hand to bang on the door.




“Hello! Let me outta here!” Alice yelled.




In just a few short moments, the door began to open; it startled Alice causing her to stumble backwards to avoid being hit. An older man, possibly in his late 50’s to early 60’s judging by the graying in his hair and beard, dressed in a long white lab coat over a simple navy blue suit, smiled as he gave her a once over. She cringed inwardly at his smile; it read cold, calculating, and not all friendly.




“Ms. Langdon, I am Dr. Morris. I see you are ready for your session, I presume?”



“Session?” Alice narrowed her gaze at the doctor. She could tell she was definitely not going to like this session he had in store for her.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

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Aria looked around the Institution. At the patients, at the Doctors, who were always in a bad mood, at the peeling wallpaper and the dirty floors. She heard singing, soft, childlike but no way near innocent. It had a distorted vibe that made her hair stand on end. I should stay away from him. She thought to herself as she saw some of the patients react negatively. She got up and wandered around her room, circling back around to the door that had opened briefly to slide some food inside her room. She was so hungry, even though the food was just hogs slop it looked like a four course meal to her. She ate it so fast that she could barely tasted it, the potatos scalding her tongue, the gravy burning her throat. She was fine for a second, sitting back and wiping the food off of her fingers with the paper thin bed sheet when a voice came from behind her. "Wow fatass, nice job. I hope its worth the rolls." The voice said. She turned around and saw one of the men that would "visit" her. She looked at him blankly, taking her a moment to register. "No." She said softly, stuck in the same position, unable to move, just to stare straight at him.


"You miss me?" He asked, sneering and stepping closer. Aria stared in terror. She thought he was gone. He was supposed to be gone.

-Bullimia trigger warning-

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"Go throw it up. You don't wanna be fat do you?" He said, stepping closer. It was as if her body was under a trance. He legs carried her to the toilet and her fingers disappeared into her throat like a magic act. She felt the contents of her stomach rise and bubble over, the retching causing cramps but she was unable to stop until all the food was gone and she couldn't breathe. She felt a hand brush her face and she turned around abruptly to see...nothing. Her room was empty, and she was alone.

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

Claire listened silently, leaning against the wall right next to her bed. They were talking. Screaming. There was a creepy song in the air. She wasn't so sure this was real.


They said it was useless. They said it was all in her head. They said this would help. They said she should be a good girl and take her pills. They said it was poison. They said she should run.


The girl stayed where she was, unmoving, as her room's door opened. She smiled airily to the silent nurse who came in to place a tray on the table.


"Eat, sweetie." The calm voice was nice, reassuring. Claire would almost compelled to be obedient. Almost. If she wouldn't see the woman's skin move and ripple. The mask the alien wore wasn't a perfect fit. They followed her here. Small wonder. She knew too much, and already tried to disclose one of their leaders. Of course, she was careless, otherwise she wouldn't end up here.


'I shouldn't be careless now. Just act like you don't suspect anything.'


Claire managed to smile even looking at the mask.


"I'll, thanks. It looks good." She moved to sit down to her meal. She only got a soft wooden spoon. Hah. They were cautious, too. But not cautious enough; the nurse left the room. She didn't even make sure she swallowed her pills...


'They are looking' her instinct warned her. 'Act as before.'


For a moment, this looked the best decision. The girl picked up the small cup and tossed the pills into her mouth. She hated them, but she had to make sure they won't suspect anything. For all that worth, the medication seemed to do nothing, though. They tasted bitter, of course, and Claire frowned as she lifted the plastic cup filled with water. She spat the pills into it instead of swallowing, then calmly sat down, putting down the cup. She would drink later from the tap, directly; she inspected it before, and concluded it wasn't tampered with. Yet.


She looked at her meal, trying to assess whether it was safe to eat. Most likely not. So she just fiddled with the food, hopefully emulating eating perfectly. She tore it into little pieces, and reformed the mounds, seemingly smaller than before. The previous meal (they called it lunch, but she was sure they were just trying to mess with her time sense) was not contaminated, so she was not hungry yet.


Baby steps. Sooner or later she would totally fool them. Then she could go home and save her brother. She had to. Noone else could.

 

[pasta]

V

V sat on the cold ground, watching as people come in and out of his room, trying to make him take those disgusting pills. He didn't understand what was the point of the pills, they never helped. He began to feel nauseous and hot, he felt like the walls were closing in on him. Panic attack. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself. Though V was not in a threatening situation, he'd get panic attacks randomly due to panic disorder.


Finally calming himself down, seconds later he received his food, but just stared at it. He looked over the food and spotted the pills lodged in the mashed potatoes. He huffed at it and pushed the tray away. V's stomach began to ache from lack of food. Pulling the tray closer, he quickly pulled the two pills out of the mashed potato. "They did a terrible job at hiding them..." He mumbled to himself before taking a small bite of the glop of so-called mashed potatoes. He choked down the food quickly before looking for a place to hide the pills.

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[k o m o r e b i ☆]

Aurora Bexley

I'm queer in the head, yet you don't see it.


Blood, everywhere. Aurora had brutally killed her mother with just a dull knife and her bare hands. She had promised herself years ago that she would one day kill her, and she did. Her brother had found the dead body only minutes later and his initial reaction was to call the authorities.

Aurora was quickly taken out of her house. Her brother quaking in fear as he stared at his poor mother's corpse with tears in his eyes. She heard his yells of anguish and all she did was laugh as the two broad men in uniform pushed her inside the car. Before they left though, her brother walked out and yelled, "Wait!" The officers stopped and looked at him confused. "I know she killed her. I know she's dangerous and unsafe. Please, just don't bring her to jail! She's just a child." he pleaded. Without saying another word the officers drove away.

Aurora was brought to an asylum. She was taken out of the car and guards were pressed against her sides, preventing her from moving any other way but forward. She grunted and continued on and she was brought inside. She was taken into a rather dull looking room and a doctor along with his assistant walked inside. The doctor's name tag read Dr. Golan. He had dark brown hair and sparkling green eyes. The nurse was a fairly built women with bleach blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. She was holding a straight jacket, though Aurora has never seen anything like it she was unfazed by it. "Please, sit," he said. She sat down as he told her to.

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"Why am I here?" the pink haired girl asked confused. The doctor didn't say anything. The knife that was once in her pocket had fallen out and she hadn't noticed.

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The doctor picked it up, "What's this?" Aurora paused for a second before attacking him. The nurse panicked and she had quickly taken out a syringe that was in her hand and injected the mysterious liquid in Aurora's arm. She was instantaneously knocked out cold. The nurse then put the straight jacket on the sleeping girl and she looked at the doctor with a worried look plastered on her face. "Good work Nancy!" the doctor said with glee. They left the room and they had ordered one of the guards to bring her to another room. It was a prison-like cell with windows. It had a bed and a drawer. "Place her anywhere you want. I don't care." the doctor said. The guard placed Aurora down on the floor of the cell where she was visible.

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[gloomAI]

I got a darkness, DARKNESS, but you don't gotta HOLD MY HAND Brick + Mortar

cra·zy

/ˈkrāzē/

informal/adjective/adverb/noun

a mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way.

“Yes, as a patient in McCallister, you have to under go two types of sessions such as one-on-one and group.” Dr. Morris shifted his weight from his right foot to his left; his smile still faintly lingering on his face. Alice figured out why Dr. Morris unsettled her, it was the way he was smiling. Alice did not like how his smile never reached his eyes; she knew that move so well because she often used that tactic. It was like taking a page straight out of her book of tricks and she was not going to be fooled one second by it.


Doctors put up this façade of wanting to help, but really they were only in it for the money, especially those who dealt with people who had mental issues (which she does not, thank you very much).


“And I assume you want to take me for a one-on-one?” she asked; annoyance heavily detected in her tone.


“No, actually a group session. We will have your one-on-one time much later on in the day.”


Alice huffed angrily, her fists clenched tightly against her sides. “I don’t even see the point anyway. I am not crazy like your other whack jobs in here. Let me go home, now. Or so help me -“


“So, help you what? Your patient chart that I got from the hospital tells me otherwise and you have been committed for a reason. Reason being that you have a psychological disorder that is a danger to yourself and others. A reason that you so vehemently detest.” Dr. Morris stated abruptly cutting into Alice’s threat. He moved up a little closer, leaning slightly towards her short height. “Keep carrying on like that, I dare you.”


There was a dangerous glint in his eye that told her everything she already knew; never trust the authorities. They could care less about you.


“Is that what you do, doctor?” Alice muttered; she did not like how close he was in her personal space. It made her skin crawl. Dr. Morris smirked at her obvious discomfort and stepped back to where he was previously. He didn’t answer her question, but she figured that she should take that silence as a ‘yes’.


“Let’s go, your group session awaits.” He pulled open the door. Two men in security uniforms waited outside the door to escort her to the room where the session was taking place. Alice took one hard glance at Dr. Morris before uttering the words “Monster”. Dr. Morris just laughed in response as he walked in front of the guards, “A monster, you say? Sounds pretty crazy, don’t ya think? “

Alice's only response was a sharp glare.

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[General_warNpeace]

The Demon Brothers

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." The man jolted back in surprise almost losing his balance. His leg had been up and about to harshly kick the sleeping white haired kid and his brother awake. He hurriedly set it on the ground as his eyes met emerald green. The eye's were cracked open and cold as ice. "When woken violently he tends to lash out at the one responsible."


Shivering as fear coiled in his gut the man hurried to the door to wait outside, closing it loudly behind him. The other men standing out there gave him look's of understanding. The boy's could be scary even if the they were of the crueler variety themselves. Smirking in amusement at the man's reaction Theo glanced down at his brother and unhesitatingly jolted to the side causing his brother to go flying off the bed and to the floor. A makeshift shank hit the wall by Theo's head before Kiro had even hit the floor. "Your reaction time is getting better."


"Well with the way you so rudely wake me up of course they do. " Kiro huffed bouncing to his feet. He bounced on the ball's of his feet as he peered at the door. "Is it time to go to our group session now?"


"I guess so. Otherwise those filth wouldn't come near our room." Theo noted standing Kiro nodding in agreement. The brother's changed into some fresh clothes and collected the shank before making their way out. Immediately they were restrained as cuff's were placed on their hands and feet. A biter mask was placed around Kiro's mouth because of his tendency to bite when he was feeling feisty. The two were then led down the maze of hall's to the room where the group session's were held.

 

[TheRebelAngel]

Aria heard her door slam open and footsteps leading towards her. She looked up to see a nurse holding his hand out to grab her and pull her up. She stood up shakily and saw his face flicker and sparks fly out of the sides. He reached up and pulled the mask off to reveal Andrew. (The main guy) He pinned her against the wall, his rotting teeth creating a vile scent that circled into Arias lungs and back out as she gasped. He grinned and she saw his face begin to crack as the smile tugged at his lips. He began to choke her, dust falling from his skin to reveal bone. His face was almost gone, nothing left but a skull and bleeding eye sockets. Suddenly it was like a tape being rewound, she was back on the floor and saw a man yelling at her to get up. "Its time for your group session so get the fuck up!" He yelled, kicking her.


Aria stood up shaking and trudged over to the door, looking back to see his face warp once more and then snap back to normal like rubber.

 

[BeardedDandere]

Cain was still playing the same song when his door opened and a man was standing in the door way. He stood up from his bed and was a head taller than the man, "What do you want?" The man grinned slightly and motioned towards another man who had restraints for his wrists and ankles, "Group meeting." Cain snorted and laid his guitar on his bed. "You do realize that those things won't do much if I actually decide to do something right?" The men dismissed what he said and put the restraints on him and led him through the door. "Don't worry if we need to we have other things to take care of you."

 

[pasta]

V

V saw two figured come into his room. Each of them grabbing one of his arms. Luckily, V didn't struggle. One of the figures said "Group session. Let's go!" V tended to block out the rest as he was basically dragged along. He stared at the floor, counting each step the men took.


V didn't need restraints seeing as he usually doesn't cause physical harm to others. He tends to shy away from people, but he still doesn't mind having friends. He glanced up to see the way they were going. Looking at the ground, he frowned slightly, wanting to go home. He hated it here.... I mean who doesn't. "Stop dragging your feet" One of the men yelled, which V heard loud and clear. He quickly picked up his feet to stop the male from yelling once more.

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[DeadnotSleeping]

Claire stood up from her meal, when she assumed that they would be satisfied with the length of time she spent with "eating". The girl was reasonably sure there were cameras in her room, even if she couldn't detect exactly where yet. It didn't matter. She will find them sooner or later, and determine the blind spots. All cameras had blind spots, that was something she knew very well. Microphones were easier to beat, the faucet in the bathroom would provide a nice masking noise, but pictures...


Well then. Claire crossed the room to sit on her bed, and took her teddy into her delicate hands. She gave it a good squeeze, not exactly out of affection, but she was careful to appear so. The hard object was still inside, under the fake fur.


'Good. They hadn't manage to find it yet.'


She hid a few emergency supplies into Mr. Sniffles before she foolishly tried to openly save his brother, and it seemed they still hadn't realized it.


'I should not leave him alone in the room, then.' Claire hugged the teddy, ruffling the fancy cloth she put on the cream-coloured bear. The teddy in the dress was really girly, but as much as a tomboy she was, Claire still didn't care. This was a gift from her great-aunt, the same who first told her about the outsiders, as she called them. They killed her, of course, she was a bit too vocal about her espials.


There was no knocking. Claire flinched, almost dropping Mr. Sniffles when the door flung open.


"Come, sweetie!" the 'nurse' called out with a mocking parody of kindness. "It is time now!"


"Time...?" Claire turned around, putting on her airiest smile, with a far-away expression.


"Group therapy, sweetheart. We talked about this, remember?"


"Oh, yes.... can Mr. Sniffles come?..."


"Sure. Come..." the 'nurse' held out her hand. Claire had to concentrate on her airy expression as she took it, despite how well she could see the squirming lines under the mask. The alien must have spent too much time in the skinsuit.


"Will I meet other kids?"


"Yes, sweetie..." the 'nurse' started to lead her away. "This will be fun!"


Claire doubted it.

 

[k o m o r e b i ☆]

Aurora Bexley

Aurora had woken up in a cell like prison and she realized her arms had been suffocating in this shirt that someone had somehow managed to put on her. She tried struggling, trying to find a way out, but she was stuck. Aw, poor you...you fucking dumbass. A spirit-like figure that had formed the shape of a human being had teleported only just inches away from her face. He had black hair and a large grey sweater on with black and white stripped pants. Ever so often his skin would peel off though he would quickly fix it without a word.

He cupped his right hand around her chin. I almost find it amusing. he said as he pushed her face to the side. Aurora's ears shifted as she heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. With a quick woosh the playful spirit had gone.

"It's time! Oh goodie I love these group gathering of freak shows like you!" he said enthusiastically. Aurora looked up at him unfazed and he stared down at her with a grin on his face. With a snap of his fingers he had two large bodied guards carry her away towards a group of people. They couldn't seem to get a proper grip on her which she found funny and she started laughing. One guard had slapped her and a large bruise appeared on her face. She kept quiet not wanting to get slapped again.

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[gloomAI]

Do YOU got a darkness, DARKNESS? Brick + Mortar

Therapy

/ˈTHerəpē/

noun

1. treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder.

2. the treatment of mental or psychological disorders by psychological means.

Dr. Morris led the two security guards, who were closely guarding Alice, down the long hallways to the group session room. Alice hated the fact she felt like a caged animal and it did not help that the two security guards were looking at her like she was one second away from biting their faces off. Perhaps it did not help that she was glaring at them like she was mentally setting them on fire. Dr. Morris had been leading them down a few more hallways and down a few stairs to get to the designated room. Every passing moment that she spent walking, her skin prickled with annoyance and anger at Dr. Morris.


He was the epitome of everything she hated and she wanted nothing more then to wipe that smug smirk off of his face. Alice could not allow herself to be impulsive in this situation; she needed to strategize to get herself out.


“Why so quiet, darling?” Dr. Morris asked, his voice startling Alice from the previous silence she had been walking in. She quickly recovered herself and still remained quiet, her gaze still focused in front of her. Alice could not see much since Dr. Morris stood in front of her.


“Cat got your tongue?” He asked again. Alice could tell he was trying to rile her up again and she was not about to play his deranged games. “Ah, that’s a shame. I was having so much fun earlier, but that’s alright. There is always next time.”


Just barely a few seconds after he spoke, he stopped directly in front of her. His back was still turned and covered much of Alice’s eye sight. A sharp rapt to wood and the sound of a door opening quickly made Alice realized she was finally where she was supposed to be. Dr. Morris only spoked in a rushed whisper-like tone to someone she presumed was a woman based on delicate tone Alice could hear.


The conversation did not last long because whoever it was began to retreat back into the room. Dr. Morris turned on his heels and gave Alice a smirk. “I suggest when you get into your group session, you participate. Failure to participate in these exercises do come with consequences and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”


He nodded his head towards the two security guards and they began leading Alice inside the room. She was able to get a better look at the person Dr. Morris was talking to earlier and like she guessed it was a woman. She was a tall, blonde woman looking to be around in her mid-to-late forties. Alice could not get a look at her name tag as she entered, but that did not matter much to her now. The room was fairly large and made Alice feel much smaller then she really was. There were a bunch of chairs lined in a medium sized circle; Alice could already feel herself rolling her eyes as she sat down.


“My name is Mrs. Keating and I will be your group session psychiatrist. We are going to wait for the rest of the members of this session to get in. What’s your name?”


The chairs felt severely uncomfortable underneath Alice as she tried to readjust her position. How was this supposed to help make people feel like confiding their darkest moments when there butts were just moments from falling asleep?


“It’s Alice” Alice grumbled.


“Well, it’s nice to meet you Alice. Have you ever been in a group session or something similar before.”


“Nope.”


“Okay, well it’s simple, really. In these sessions, we talk about certain topics and share with the group our point of views, what lead us to become who we are today, and generally find support with those who have gone through the same thing. I will talk more about it once everyone gets seated in here.” Mrs. Keating said, a faint smile appearing on her face. Alice assumed Mrs. Keating smiled to make her feel at ease with the process.


Alice only nodded in response.

 

[m a x]

Damara picked at her fingernails, seeing how long they were. They were practically daggers, from her sharpening them like a cat on the gravel like walls. She shook lightly, suddenly getting the chills. She didn't want to be here. It was freezing cold, and the handcuffs the doctors had restricted her in her extremely tight, bruising her wrists and rubbing them raw. The mere thought was enough to bring tears to her eyes, by se shook it off. You get what you pay for, she always told herself.


Karma was truly a bitch.
​

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

The "nurse" turned to her now and then, face rippling when she smiled. The alien inside was obviously having problems keeping its mask together. More and more worms moved under the fake skin. Claire almost felt respect for its determination, and acting skills. This was why they were so dangerous.


"Do not be afraid, sweetie. This will be nice, you can talk to people around your age, and the therapist is a really nice lady."


The girl just nodded, faking an airy, distracted smile, while watching the fake skin move. She wasn't afraid, not anymore. Not since she realized she won't be silenced yet, at least not by deadly means like her great-aunt Maddy. Maybe that would led too much credence to her statements from before, she didn't know, but it hadn't really mattered. She was alive and now clear-minded enough to plot her escape, and planning out how to rescue his beloved brother. She had to; she was the only one who could.


"Here, sweetheart" the "nurse" stopped on the corridor, and reached into her pocket. Claire watched curiously as she pulled out a small, bright-coloured packet. "You are such a good girl, you deserve a treat. Here. Don't let the others notice, I'm not supposed to give you this..."


She sneaked the small packet into the girl's pocket, and smiled, ruffling her hair.


"I'll give you something nice tomorrow. Now, we're going in. Be as nice to them as ever, and you don't have to worry."


Claire nodded, confused. She picked up on the genuine warmth in the alien's voice. That packet seemed important... she touched her pocket, but didn't inquire about it. Later, when she is in her room, alone, she will inspect it. Maybe this particular alien wasn't evil like the others?...


'Nonsense. They are all evil.'


The "nurse" seemed anxious as she opened the door, skin crawling more than before. She led Claire by her hand to the middle-aged, blonde woman.


"Here is Miss Noths, Dr. Keating."


"You can let her sit down, SuAnne." the woman gesticulated towards the chairs, seemingly more focused on a young woman on one of the uncomfortable-looking seatings.


"Ma'am... with all respects... " the "nurse" leaned closer, whispering. Claire just stood there with an airy expression, not giving a sign that she could understand everything. "I don't think this is a good idea. She is on too heavy medications. She is barely conscious. And the other attendees..."


"Leave this to the professionals" the woman snapped back, looking at the teenager now. Her skin moved, maybe from the alien's almost palpable disgust. For both of them? Maybe... Claire smiled, airily, sleepily, hugging Mr. Sniffles closer. She was careful to project innocence, and an air like she really doesn't know where she is. If the nurse alien was willing to help, she had to act accordingly... "She'll be all right. Leave now, SuAnne. You can come back for her later. Meantime, go talk to your concerns about her medication to Dr. Wilson..."


The "nurse" seemed to be trembling under her stare, her skin rippling with fear.


"O-of course... Claire, sweetie, come, sit here..." she led the girl to a chair, and swiped a cushion from the sofa to place on it before seating down the girl like a doll. "I'll come back here for you. Definitely."


The words seemed so heavy. It was obvious the alien knew more than she said, and that she was worried. Maybe a real helping hand? Claire nodded, and smiled at the "nurse", fingers clutched together.


The alien left, and Claire lazily let her eyes wander, careful not to betray her interest. She measured the environment. The room was really bare, a sofa in the back, covered by cushions, a small group of chairs in the middle. Some stuffed toys littered in a corner. A few papers.


Dr. Keating. A middle-aged woman with blonde hair and eyes sharp as a thorn, almost piercing. She was most certainly an alien; Claire knew she had to be careful with her. Best keeping silent and acting like she has no idea where she is. So the girl started playing lazily with her teddy, telling him a nursery rhyme, while glancing at her neighbour. The girl seemed... disturbed, agitated by their situation. Maybe she was a fellow sufferer.


'Pretty.' That was too, true; soft, delicate features with the most beautiful green eyes, glamorous eyelashes, slender nose, beautiful brown skin and dark hair... Claire liked her appearance, but she was still cautious.


'Still might be one of them.' The girl cluthed her fingers together again in Mr. Sniffle's ruffy clothes. 'Where are the others?'


No way to answer that.


'Smile. Be nice. You'll check on the "nurse"'s packet later; keep your calm.'

 

[General_warNpeace]

The Demon Brothers

"Whenever you tell me I'm creepy


That's when the hunger really hits me


Your little heart goes pitter patter


I want your liver on a platter


Use your finger to stir my tea


And for dessert I'll suck your teeth


Be too sweet and you'll be a gonner


Yep, I'll pull a Hannibal Lecter."


Kiro sang the strange song merrily, the words slightly muffled under his mask. He had heard it on the radio the night before they were sent to the asylum and after changing the tone and a few words decided he liked it. Now instead of it's usual tone it was haunting and eiry. Theo smirked when he noticed the guards growing irritated or nervous. Kiro may have enjoyed his version but their guards sure didn't. However, unless Kiro outright threatened them or attacked they couldn't do anything.


"I'll eat you up, breakfast and lunch


Then when I'm thirsty, I'll drink your blood


Carnivore animal, I am a cannibal


I eat boys up, you better run


I am cannibal


I am cannibal


I am cannibal


I am cannibal."


The guards were visibly relieved when they made it to the room that the group meeting was being held in. As they approached Kiro stopped singing outright and instead began to hum. He continued even as they were led into the room and chained to their chairs. The guards took turns on who would remove Kiro's mask. Today it was Parker's turn. A large man with wispy brown hair and bulging blue eyes that made him look constantly scared. He did so quickly and almost leaped back when he was finished. Kiro didn't try to attack him for one, though did bare his overly sharp teeth in a grin. Shivering Parker hurried from the room to join the other's outside. They couldn't be present during the meeting. Patient confidentiality.


Theo chuckled at the guards reaction as he relaxed back into his seat and sent a charming smile toward Dr. Keatan as she insured the proper paperwork for this meeting was filled out. She noticably avoided his stare, or even looking at him, as she feigned being busy. She had once fallen for the teenagers charm. Before he attacked a guard with a stapler he had taken from her office. To be fare the guard had tried to touch Kiro. Though of course who would believe him.


Smile widening Theo turned his attention to the other patients. Many of them were newbies to the place or just hadn't been to one of their meetings before. I wonder what sort of impression do we make. Chained up to our teeth and seemingly relaxed. Especially to this tightly wound group. Though the girl with the stuffed animal seems like she would get along well with Kiro.





Kiro changed him humming to whistling as he swung his legs. Not seeming to notice the heavy weight of the chains against them. He eyed the other occupants and grinned excitedly when he saw all the newbies. New victims means new games!

 

[pasta]

V

The chubby guard mumbled something under his breath. V looked up at him before looking away. The guard had cold brown eyes and soft features. A man in his mid-forties with a scruffy brown beard and a bald head. V looked up at the other guard, looking away quickly. This guard had sharp features and bright blue eyes. He had a clean face, thick blonde hair. This guard was quite a thin man, with plenty of muscle definition. He was in his mid-20s. Though this guard had a cold expression, V found fear in his eyes. This only caused V laugh softly to himself. The larger guard hit the back of V's head. "What are you laughing about?" The guard spat. V felt the man's spit hit his face. He quickly became mute, not wanting to be hit again.


They reached the room where the group meetings were being held. The guards basically through V in. V growled lowly at them. He took his seat, not finding the brothers' appearance scary, or anything of that manner, seeing as he had become use to it. He stared at the new people, wondering what they were here for.

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[gloomAI]

I'mFINE. Well, I'm NOTfine- I'm here. Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

Therapy

/ˈTHerəpē/

noun

1. treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder.

2. the treatment of mental or psychological disorders by psychological means.

Alice hated how these people seemed to think they were helping, and it was laughable really. These people did not care about anyone but themselves. Helping someone? Not even in the slightest; it was more like helping themselves to the bank. Mrs. Keating hid behind fake smiles and empty words; Alice was not blind to see what she was doing.


It was not very long before a few people began entering the room. Each were more weirder then the last one and if Alice was not done rolling her eyes for the umpteenth time that day, well here it goes once more. They all looked to be around her age, but with varying wack job levels. There was one young girl who was talking to her stuffed animal about some stupid nursery rhyme. There were two boys that came through next and Alice figure it spoke enough in volume how scared the guards were of them.


How crazy did you have to be for the guards, trained professional fighters if needed to be, be scared of a mental patient? Alice did not want to know nor did she cared to find out. Another boy followed after the brother shortly and was just staring around.


Great. Now she was in a room full of freaks and had no escape. Who would have thought getting sleeping pills would turn into being locked up? She should have stuck with the insomnia. This was so not even worth it.


A slight cough broke Alice out of her thoughts, she turned towards the noise. Mrs. Keating walked to a chair and sat down and waiting a bit more for anymore to come filing in. Alice turned her head back to where it was faced and noticed the young girl having the conversation with her stuffed bear was looking at her. As well as everyone else in the room. Alice closed her eyes and brought her hand to the bridge of her nose. This was going to suck majorly.


“Ahem, so while we wait a bit for any others to come in the room, why don’t we all play a little ice breaker game to get to know each other and become much more comfortable. So, everyone go in a circle stating each others names and what their favorite thing to do is.” Mrs. Keating said.

 

[DeadnotSleeping]

Claire become more and more scared as the others entered into the room. It demanded all of her acting skills not to freak out when the two boys led by the guards in heavy chains were escorted in, but she managed to keep her airy expression. Curiously, the fact that she was busy sharing a nursery rhyme with the teddy bear helped.


'Note to self; concentrating on your acting decreases fear.'


She still would like to scream whenever she glanced at them. They were no aliens, at least not one Claire has ever seen before. No ill-fitting skin suit, no worm and ripples under the fake skin, no, they weren't so subtle. They were covered in a rotten smelling, black substance, eyes burning in crimson, flames flaring out of their mouth. Their tentacles, seemingly woven from red-hot pain and shadows squirmed and wriggled around them, and some of those crept towards Claire and the others. The girl tried to avoid them without raising suspicion, curling up in her seat like she was only tending to Mr. Sniffles.


'Why isn't anyone else reacting? Can't they see how horrifying are they?'


Maybe they could only feel something, hence the chains. Claire always had a unique sight, only shared by her great-aunt. The girl glanced at the other boy, the Asian, who seemed normal, at least on the surface. He had a glow inside, something woven from silence and pain.


'Better be careful with him, too...'


Dr. Keating moved suddenly, taking a seat in the circle. The cold alien behind her eyes was smiling, chillingly, and Claire almost shuddered under her words. She hid this in a rocking motion, like she was trying to make Mr. Sniffles said.


The long index finger pointed at her. The girl still stayed silent, smiling airily.


"Miss Noths. Your name, please!" the voice wasn't so nice now, with a hint of sharp warning. The pills must have been intended to make her more obedient. The girl had to act accordingly.


"So-o-or-ry... I'm Claire Noths. Pleased to meet you" she said, rocking her teddy with a lazy smile. "I like to... read... and sleep..."


Nothing important here. The girl glanced around again, carefully not looking at the scary boys with the tentacles. Something disturbed her...


Oh, right. The windows weren't fake here. One of them was open, with steel bars of course, but a light breeze still got inside the room, and...


...it was morning? They really tried to confuse her.


'You have to be more careful...'

 

[General_warNpeace]

]The Demon Brothers

"Boring! I want to go next. " Kiro exclaimed eagerly in seemingly childish excitement waving his arms rapidly in the air causing the chains attached to rattle and make a racket. "I want to go first! Pick, me. Pick, me."


Mrs. Keating's eye twitched and her, fake, smile vanished before she could regain control of herself. She hadn't always been a true bitch but after gaining the brothers as a patient she learned no to give any of the patients any room to exploit vulnerabilities. It worked to amuse the two. Plastering the smile back on she nodded humming as she glanced toward Clair apologetically. "Hmm, alright you may go. Though there is no need to be so rude."


Squealing, a high pitched noise unpleasant to the ears, Kiro griped the side of his seat and leaned forward eagerly. As though about to tell a story. "My name is Kiro but I like to be called Doll. Though only by my brother. My favorite thing to do is play games. Especially one's I get to make up myself. Or re-imagine. Like hide and go seek. I like to think my version is so much better then that boring old game. "


Mrs. Keating swallowed as the boy's bright eyes suddenly swung to her holding what seemed to her as an unholy light and memories of reading the police report behind Kiro went through her mind. He had decided to play hide and go seek with his uncle. Once Kiro found him he ensured the man couldn't hide anymore. Pictures from the sight saw the man's corpse decorated and stuffed like a pig. The man's family weren't that different though Theo had been behind their deaths. Letting out a loud breath she tried to keep her expression steady and nodded. Clearing her throat she hurried the meeting along. She hated being the damn brother's therapist. "Let's continue. "


"My name is Theo. I like to experiment. " Theo stated coolly and to the point before resuming his silence. He found it better to keep his silence and gather information from observing until it was time to strike. Oddly fitting of a snake, as his brother often commented. "Go on now."