OTP Oneshots

Dear Ed: A Twisted Mind

Dear Ed,

Help me. This place is a prison and I am so scared. I can't sleep at night. I can't close my eyes without the nightmares infiltrating my mind. They're torturing me. This place is nothing like it seems, the goings on inside are terrible, torturous, terrifying. I need you, Ed. I don't think I can make it anymore. My own screams have been added to the cacophony that reverberates through the halls at night. I-

Everything is fine. They're helping me. It's therapy. To help me be better, nicer, kinder. And it's working. They've helped me so much. I've done so many horrible things. It's time for me to repent, to become better. To change.

-want to kill them all. Professor Strange is vicious and sadistic and I want to rip his skin off of his bones, tear those thoughtful, watchful, eyes from their sockets and stuff them down his throat. I want to fight every employee here just to feel something again. Oh, Eddie, you don't know how full of rage I am. I want-

Professor Strange has been nothing but kind. He's helping me be normal again. To return to sanity. He tells me that I'm a good person inside. That second chances are possible, and that I can reach normalcy again. He's helped me so much.

-to strangle these horrible thoughts out of my head. I want to kill myself to get rid of the nightmares. I've fallen so far, Eddie. I need you now more than I've ever needed you. I can't be in this place anymore or I fear I may actually lose my mind. They say they're helping me, that these treatments are good for me. But It doesn't feel like it. They're killing me, Ed. From the inside. Turning my mind against me. Changing who I am. They're-

Violence is never the answer, Ed. And I fear that you are going down a dark and dangerous path. Please, for your own sake, don't give in to the bad thoughts. Don't turn to violence and anger to solve your problems. It won't help. It'll only make things worse. It'll create a pit in your stomach like ice, weighing you down until you can't breathe. Trust me, I should know.

-breaking me down, tearing me apart piece by piece. Please, Ed. Save me. I don't care how. I just need you to get here as quickly as you can. I think they're already starting to influence me. My thoughts. I fear that if you don't come quickly I'll have lost myself by the time this ends. The me you once knew is slipping away and it's terrifying me.

Please, Ed. Come quickly.

Forever Yours,

Oswald.