Twisted Asylum

Sweet like strawberries...

As I walked, I pulled my folder out and turned to my forth patients' file.

-- Name : Trey Clover

-- Age: 27

-- Disorders: Insomnia, Haphephobia, mild yandere tendencies.

-- Patient was admitted to the asylum by his father, he seemed to be panicked when his father grabbed or touched him in any way and was eager to get away from him. Trey has killed people with poisoned deserts for, 'touching what was his'

-- Warnings: Don't touch him until he is comfortable with you, if not, at all. Don't allow him to feed you.

I hummed softly, and slowly walked in after opening the door.

There was a man with dark green hair and yellow eyes behind glasses sitting on his bed across from me.

"Hello Trey, I'm your new doctor,
(Y/N)." I spoke up and Trey looked over at me.

His eyes seemed to widen at the words, 'new doctor'. A wide smile spread across his face and he sighed softly.

"Thank God..." The green haired man whispered. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, doctor." His voice sounded raspy, as if he just woke up.

I walked a bit closer and sat about a meter away. "Don't worry, I won't get any closer..." My voice came out as softly as I could get it.

Trey smiled and nodded at me.

"Now, if you don't mind answering, I saw in your file that you have killed some people? Why is that?" I asked.

Trey smirked while looking down slightly. "Hah... You see, they got a bit too comfortable with trying to get close, they tried to take away something they knew I loved. And we can't have that can we..?" He chuckled under his breath, he glanced up, looking me in the eyes.

"I was just protecting my property..."

"Well, I suppose protecting your things is reasonable, but killing the people who tried to take them?" I stared back at Trey as I spoke.

"Mhm, it was the only was to keep them."

I hummed and took a mental note. Don't touch his stuff.

"Ah, how about I ask you a question now?" Trey asked with smile.

I thought for a second. Letting him ask wouldn't hurt, right?

"Alright, go ahead." I spoke with a slight voice crack. Damn.

"Hahah... Do you like sweets? Like, deserts and stuff?" Trey responded, sounding genuinely curious.

I thought for a second.
"I guess so, but not if big amounts."

"Huh, that's good to know"

A few seconds of awkward silence passed, I heard my alarm going off.

"Oh, Trey, I have to go now, it was lovely meeting you." I said as I stood up.

"Mm. Same to you." Trey responded with a hum.

I turned on my heel and left the room after waving goodbye.

Off to the next one.

Trey P.O.V

As I watched my new doctor leave, I could feel my chest flutter with excitement. They had been so nice, unlike (R/N).

They had been so touchy...

They make me sick just thinking about them.

But... (Y/N)... (Y/N) is so..

Sweet...

Sweet like strawberries...