"TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS"- of the meaties.

MUKBANG IN THE PSYCH WARD

WHEN NIK CAME TO HIS SENSES, he was in somewhere strange, somewhere foreign.
He opened his eyes, he was in a hospital johnny, he had a wristband on, about three sizes too tight, and he was...

alive?

He raised a hand to touch his cheek, imagining a gaping wound, but there were stitches, sewing the hole shut. He put his slimy tongue to the side of his mouth, out of pure curiosity, and a sharp pain erupted from the side of his wounded cheek. Wincing in pain, he did not notice the man who entered his room, or that the man had shut the door behind him.

"I see you're awake, Nikolas. First, let's talk." The baritone voice was quite commanding, and it seemed that even the space around him agreed, dropping in temperature. His hair raised, forming thousands of tiny goosebumps.

Nik turned to see the ugliest man he had ever seen. The man was wearing a lab coat over an unflattering green button down shirt, which was loosely tucked into the back of his Wal-Mart brand black slacks. Nik visibly cringed when they locked eyes.

"My name is Dr. Ben Harmon, but you may call me Dr. Harmon. You might have realized that you are in a psychiatric ward, and you are here because it is in your best interest to be."

Nik's heart started to pound and race, pumping cholesterol through his clogged arteries even faster.

"Why am I in the loony bin? It should be Orlin in the loony bin! Orlin did this to me!" Nik interjected, starting to panic. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears, causing his fingertips to shake.

Dr. Harmon rolled his eyes and nodded, scribbling some more onto his clipboard. Nik craned his hollow head to look at the paper the doctor was marking, but before Nik could get a proper glimpse, the doctor swiftly flipped the marked-up clipboard on it's front, and shook his head.

Nik watched the doctor's dandruff snowflakes float around in the bright hospital lighting.

"What has Orlin done to you?"

"Oh my god, how fucking dense are you? He abuses me! He wanted me to kill myself!He has killed people! Orlin is dangerous, you need to lock him up!"

Flatly, the man nodded. "Who has Orlin killed?"

It was clear that Dr. Harmon didn't believe a word Nik said, and although the doctor maintained a stoic expression, even the doctor's pen, which Nikolas had not noticed before, seemed to mock him. It swung back and forth from the clipboard, suspendedby a few knots of cheap blue yarn around its silicone grip, and anchored by more knots around the bronze clipboard handle. It only swung from the motion of flipping the clipboard over, but with every tantalizing move, Nik became more and more provoked.

"Gerard Way, among others!" The mukbanger's desperation showed itself in a whine, his voice breaking as he felt his tears prickle behind his eyes.

"Please, Dr. Harmon, you've got to believe me!"

"Orlin killed Gerard Way?" Dr. Harmon suppressed a chuckle, which only made Nik more volatile.

"YES!"

"Gerard Way, lead singer of My Chemical Romance?"

Punching his thigh in humiliation, Nik yelled, "YES!"

The ugly man laughed, and he laughed in Nik's face, not even attempting to keep up a semi-professional manner. "You're delusional, Nik. You need serious help, and that's what we are going to give to you."

"I'm not delusional, you bitch," Nik spat, rising from his bed, and bringing his face mere inches from the Dr.'s.

"Self acceptance is the first step towards change. I'm going to discharge you, and prescribe you medication. You will be in good care with Orlin."

"No,"

The door opened. Orlin stood, holding Nik's items, a pill bottle, and his discharge sheets.

"Aww baby, I missed you," Orlin beamed, smiling.
But his eyes were not smiling, in fact, there was something else in his irises, something sinister, something wrong.