One Shots Because I Can

Together Forever -TerrorNuckel-

A/N: For some reason, the topic of asylums won't leave my mind and my brain keeps playing out scenarios of me being in one... so this is here... so Ima make this a Terrorisor(Brian) x Moo Snuckel(Brock) oneshot...
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Brock's P.O.V.

It's been a year since I was taken here and away from all of my friends and family.

I still don't understand why they took me here in the first place.

Where I was, was the state's mental hospital... why the hell was I taken here?

I'm not "sick"... I don't belong in this place.

At least they let Brian, my loving boyfriend in here to visit me.

Today he came in and we just talked about random things while cuddling on my bed.

After about an hour, one of the nurses had looked into my room and asked me who I was talking to.

I only stared at her as though she were the one who were crazy, then told her "I'm talking to Brian, isn't it obvious?"

She only stared at me then slowly walked away with a strange look on her face.

A few minutes later, my nurse came in with a little plastic shot glass with some pills and a cup of water.

I groaned lowly then slowly took the pills and water then gulped 'em down, lying back down next to Brian as she left the room.

Brian told me that he had to leave then said goodbye to me and pecked my cheek as I fell asleep from the pills.

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The nurse woke me up and told me to follow her as I slowly arose and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

She took me out of my room and to the psychiatrists' office.

"Good evening, Brock. How are you?" Dr. Dalbergh greeted and asked.

"Evening. I'm fine, and yourself?" I answered/asked as I sat in one of the chairs.

"I'm great, thank you for asking."

"Um... why am I here? I'm not scheduled for here until tomorrow" I asked after a few moments, looking over at the calendar on his office wall.

"Ah, yes, well, one of the nurses was walking by your room and had seen you were talking with someone... who were you talking to?" He asked me, looking through some folders.

"Well, I was talking to my boyfriend, Brian. He had came to visit me earlier." I answered his question with a smile on my face, remembering that he would visit me every other day.

"Well, looking through your records... it actually seems that nobody has checked in for a visit since... your friend Evan and Jonathan Denis Fong, which was over a year ago."

I only stared at him in utter disbelief. 'That can't be right...' I thought 'Brian has been coming to my room every few days that I've been here...'

He seemed to notice my confusion, then slowly said, "Well... I'm terribly sorry Brock... but Brian Terroriser is actually the reason why you're here..."

I stared at him in awe... why was he the reason I was here? Did something happen to me then suddenly I turned into some psycho without even knowing it?

"W...why is he the reason I'm here?" I asked slowly and cautiously then sat at the edge of my seat. 'Why would my boyfriend send me here?'

"Well Brock, firstly, do you remember that car accident on that faithful day of January 18th, 2014?"

I slowly nodded while frowning. Luckily Brian hadn't gotten as badly hurt as I had. I was also in a coma for a month. Plus everyone was really depressed after I woke up.

"Yeah well, thing is... you have schizophrenia and... he... didn't really make it out of the crash... I had asked Evan about him and his funeral was a week before you had woken up. Nobody had the heart to tell you what had happened because they saw you 'talking' with Brian right after you woke up because nobody was in the room with you at that moment."

I only stared at him. That explains all of the sadness, but, how could he ...be dead? Why couldn't I have died as well? I kept shaking my head, struggling to not cry.

"No... no, no nononononoo..."

I started to shake in the seat, still not believing that he was actually gone.

"I'm sorry, Brock. I truly a-"

"NO! HE CAN'T BE GONE! HE HAS BEEN COMING TO SEE ME EVERY FEW DAYS FOR THE LAST FUCKING YEAR. HE CAN'T POSSIBLY BE ACTUALLY DEAD!!"

I screamed at him, interrupting him from whatever he was saying. I had tears streaming down my face as I paced around the room with my hands tugging at my hair.

I heard him call for something, but I couldn't make out to what it was. My hearing was getting fuzzy, my vision was blurring and soon, everything seemed hazy then black clouded my vision as something pierced my shoulder.

I woke up again and looked at my surroundings. I wasn't in the psychiatrists office, and this sure as hell wasn't my room. The walls and floor were cushioned and I was wearing a straitjacket.

I sat up from the floor and leaned against the wall, closed my eyes and started banging my head against the soft wall as tears slowly started trickling down my face.

Then I felt warm, strong arms bring me into their lap and hold me tight. It was Brian.

"Shh, it's okay baby, I'm here. No need to cry..." he softly whispered into my ear.

I buried my face into his chest as I started sobbing as he rubbed circles into my back and slowly rocked me.

"I love you, Moo Moo. And I'm never gonna leave you alone again" he whispered and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too, Brian" I smiled and kissed his cheek then settled into the crook of his neck. 'Even if he is only a part of my imagination, I'll still love him. Even if he is actually gone, I still have him by my side.'

I soon became drowsy again, and fell asleep in the love of my life's arms, with one last thought in my head.

'At least we'll be together forever'

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A/N: welp... that's Terrornuckel errybody... plus ima start putting a pic of whatever ship I'm doing or of whatever relates to the plot......... 'kay s'all I wanted to say...... bye...