Asylum

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Here I am.

Lynnsborough Asylum. The one and only.

"Alright miss Raven, your things are inside of your room. A nurse will be here shortly to assist you."

The officers left. They weren't lying, because shortly after they left me standing inside of the lobby a nurse came out in completely white clothing and escorted me to my room.

Room 3-3-3.

As soon as I entered, she locked the door. Everyone hates me.

Except for us. Remember? We're still here with you, Raven.

I turned around and saw Ducky.

"Thank goodness! I thought that they wouldn't return you to me."

Don't worry, we'll come back to you no matter what. But we're too weak to return to being human- like. Please, strengthen us...

"Of course. But... How?"

Kill. Kill. Kill.

"Kill. Okay. Who?"

Anyone. We'll unlock the door for you.

"Okay." 

The door clicked open from behind me.

"I'll see you once the task is done. Oh, wait! How many people do I kill?"

...A lot...

"How much is a lot?"

Let's just say that for now... at least five. At most... twenty.

"Alright. I'll kill five to six people then. Bye bye!"

I walked out into the darkened hallway. This was strange, as it was the middle of the day when I had entered. Oh well.

I made my way past some rooms that were empty, and came across a hand poking out of the food-hole inside of one of the doors.

"Feed... Hungry... Please..."

"Hello? Who are you? I'm Raven."

"...I'm... Catherine..."

"Nice to meet you. I'm coming in."

I entered the room with a simple push of the door, and was greeted by a very thin girl sitting on the floor with fresh tears running down her face.

"Woah. Don't they feed you guys in this place?"

She answered my question by looking down at her knees and shaking her head.

"Oh, wow."

I reached into my pants pocket and grabbed onto the knife that I had in there.

"Well, it was nice knowing you."

She looked up at me in confusion, and I pulled out my knife. Her expression immediately changed into horror as I held it up to her face whilst wearing a crooked smile.

I slit her throat. What a shame, too, as she seemed like a nice girl. But Ducky needs power. Ducky comes first.

I exited the room, wiping the knife off on my shirt and putting it back into my pocket. It was still dark in the hallway, even though the windows were as bright as a fluorescent light.

I heard somebody walking down the hallway, and I quickly ducked into the nearest room. I peeked out of the food hole and watched for whoever was heading here.

I saw a nurse uniform, and...

A doll's face.

I scanned her up and down again, and saw that she was, in fact, a doll.

She paused as soon as she neared me and her head started to make cracking noises as it snapped and cracked while looking over towards me.

But she didn't have eyes. No. Instead, she just had

E m p t y

B l a c k

S o c k e t s .

I quickly ducked down, hoping that she couldn't see, but only hear.

My hoping payed off, as she soon returned to walking down the hallway.

I wiped the sweat away from my eyes, and looked into the corner of the room that I was in. I saw a girl with long blonde hair that was put in a neat ponytail. 

"Hey, you."

Her head perked up.

"Who are you?"

She gave no answer.

"I'm talking to you, blondie in the corner."

She slowly turned around.

My face twisted into a terrified expression as she did, because, you see,

She had no eyes. Or mouth. Or ears.

Only a nose.

I squealed a little bit and ran out the door, tripping over my own feet and making a whole lot of noise. I quickly froze, realizing my mistake.

I heard cracking and snapping from every corner and crevice. I fell on my butt, making just enough noise for them to run towards me.

Their faces lifted up, revealing a slimy, wet face with jagged teeth and empty eye sockets that had been torn open. They all let out an ear-piercing shriek, and raised their heads to the ceiling. Their arms raised up as well, and extended into fleshy daggers that could puncture steel armour. Their dagger-arms dug into the ceiling, and they lifted themselves up and started to crawl across. 

I, of course, just sat there in awe as their shrieks got closer and closer to my ears.

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