The Asylum (Creepypasta x reader)

He in my dreams or are they nightmares?

"I see the tall faceless man in my dreams a lot..." "Oh is that so? What is he doing in your dreams?" "Nothing his just standing there, but I can hear him talking.." "What is he saying?" "His telling me to run.." "Why is that?" "I don't know.." "Okay y/n, you can open your eyes now." Mrs.Zin said softly as she wrote things down on her notepad, as I opened my eyes I looked at her. Mrs.Zin was my therapist at the Sundrop Asylum for Troubled Youth, she was a middle-aged Asian lady with a mild accent. Her hair was always in a neat bun on her head and her clothes always seemed so neat. I think she has OCD because everything in her office has to be in the right place or she has to fix it immediately.

"Y/n? Are you listening?" Mrs. Zin's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, I blinked a couple of times. "No sorry, what did you say?" I asked softly, I needed to stop getting so lost in thought. "I was staying that this dream always happens in a forest, yes?" She asked ready to write down my response. "Yes, the same forest every time. It never changes." I replied and she wrote it down. "Do you think these dreams may be the cause of your violent outbursts?" She asked looking at me.. "I don't know.. maybe?" I mumbled looking down at my bland white uniform which was a white sweatshirt and sweatpants. This whole place basically looks like a white and gray prison with fun little characters on the walls for younger parents.

"Okay, you said there are sometimes other people besides the tall faceless man. Who are they? Do you know them?" Mrs.Zin asked with a curious expression. "No, I don't.. but there are three of them. One of them is wearing a dark orange hoodie and a black mask with red eyes and a frown stitched into it. The other one is a guy in a tan jacket and a white mask with feminine features painted on it. And the last one, he twitches a lot like he can't keep still but he wears a brown hoodie with striped sleeve, he also wears orange goggles and a black mask with grey stripes." I said trying to explain what I see in my dreams. "But they only show up a couple of times? Not all the time?" She asked and I nodded.

The timer on her phone went off and she stopped it. "Well I believe that's time, our next meeting is tomorrow at 11:30 am. I believe we have some newcomers today so maybe try and meet them and make some friends." Mrs. Zin said, she always tries to tell me to make friends but I never do. Everyone in this asylum is insane which is laughable coming from me but I honestly just prefer to be alone. "I'll try." I don't really plan on it but Mrs.Zin is the nicest therapist here and seems to actually care about helping her patients while the others just try to hype us on medication. "Goodbye, Mrs.Zin," I said before walking out of her office.

On my way out I bumped into a guy who stepped back. As I looked up at him, I thought he looked familiar but couldn't place my finger on it. He looked at me and blinked, that's when I realized I was just staring at the guy. "Oh! Sorry, I'll look where I'm going next time." I said and he nodded before walking into Mrs.Zin's office. I couldn't help but notice that the guy twitched a lot and the slight ticking sound that was coming from him. I shrugged it off since this was a mental asylum and continued my way to my room.

★ 2 hours later 2:30 pm ★

I was laying on my bed, reading a horror novel got from the library. Lucky for me, I'm a 'danger' to other people sometimes I don't need to have a roommate. There was a knock at my door before I heard "Group therapy time, let's go!" A guard yelled. I get why there have to be security guards because fights break out every 30 minutes in this place. I sighed a bit before getting up and placing my book on the nightstand before walking out of my room to the group therapy room. As I walked in, I noticed a few new people. Usually, it's only 3 of us and the therapist in here but there are now 7 of us.

I took my seat before I spotted the guy from earlier. He seemed to be sitting by two others who seemed slightly familiar too. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Mr.Thomson, he was a buff black guy with many tattoos. He had long dreads that were pulled into a ponytail with two dreads in front framing his face. He was always very careful and had a smile on his face, his also the one who helped out with physical education here. I like him, he was kind and caring, probably the only other grown-up I trust besides Mrs.Zin. "Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to or back to group therapy! Well, first we have some new faces so why don't we go around and introduce ourselves, say how long we have been here for and say something fun about ourselves?! Who wants to go first? And the person to their left will go next." Mr.Thomson asked with a smile.