One-shots

Crazy

A/N
I have been working on this one-shot for a while now so I hope you enjoy. Sorry about it being so long, too.

Jack's PoV:
I've been working at the mental institution for years now. When I heard they needed help escorting someone in I was one of the few to volunteer to help. I stand just outside the door, waiting for the truck to pull in. I see it drive in through the gates and start walking towards where it's supposed to park. They park and get out, I go to the covered back and open it, almost immediately being tackled by the person who was inside. I fall backwards, the person on top of me.

"Aren't you a sexy little thing?" A deep voice says from above me. I look at the person crushing me and see a pair of chocolate brown eyes directly in my face. I push him away from my face and see the raven black hair on the sides and the deep red on top. The tan skin and strong features. If he weren't crazy I would want to date him. Although, knowing me I might decide to love him anyways. The other two people who were in the car pull him off of me and I stand up. He stares at me as I brush myself off, unfazed at being tackled by him. I'm too used to being tackled by crazy people I guess.

"Alright, lets get ya inside," I say, grabbing one of his arms and pulling him with me inside while the two people who drove him here follow behind us to make sure nothing happens. But they don't really expect anything to happen since I'm good with crazy people. After all, that's why they kept me after all these years. "What's yer name?"

"Mark, but you can call me whatever you want," he says, looking around a little at the walls and the people. I bring him to a room.

"This is yer room Mark, and welcome."

He looks around at the large room with a bed, cabinet, dresser, anything a normal room in a normal house would have, minus anything sharp or dangerous. He walks over to the bed and pokes it. I walk over with him and sit on the soft, comfortable bed. This place is well funded and doesn't have a whole lot of people to take care of so they have extra money to pay for better things for the people who live here.

"So, I heard ya were transferred from another institution. Why?" I ask, trying to have a small conversation and make friends with him.

"Many reasons," he says simply, still looking around.

"Why don't you join me?" I ask, patting the spot on the bed next to me.

"This is soft..." he says sitting on the bed.

"Yes, it is, isn't it. We take good care of the people we bring in."

He grabs the pillow and squishes it, smiles and continues squishing it. I watch as he squishes it over and over before looking at the blankets. He throws the pillow to the floor before taking the blankets off of the bed and wrapping them around him. He tries walking but ends up on the floor. I laugh a little at the sight. He's like a little kid. He looks up at me, smiling.

"I'm a burrito!" He says, making me laugh.

"Yes ya are. Ya are a lovely burrito if I do say so."

"Why are you in here?" He asks, somehow getting himself back to his feet without taking the blankets off and hops over to me.

"I work 'ere," I say simply, standing up off the bed.

"You don't seem like you work here," he says, looking me over. "You seem more like you're one of us, a patient."

I freeze, staring at him wide eyed. Has all these years of working here had an affect on me? If so I haven't noticed a change. I look down at my hands, which are folded neatly on my lap. I look around the room. I have become a little too used to everything here I guess. But no one's said anything about it if I am going crazy. Although, I guess you would have to be crazy for your dream job to be at a mental institution.

"Do you really think that?" I ask, looking at him.

"I do, but hey, I'm crazy too. OH! I have an idea! We can be crazy buddies!" He says excitedly.

"Crazy buddies?"

"Yeah!"

"What's a crazy buddy?"

"I have no idea!" He says happily after thinking about it for about a minute. I laugh at him. He's really happy all the time. I look into his face to see him smiling widely at me before that smile started fading.

"You okay?" I ask, curious. He doesn't answer my question and drops the blankets and looks around the room.

"Where's a mirror?" He asks.

"Um, I'll show you," I say and show him to a mirror. He looks at himself and starts muttering things under his breath. He smirks and then frowns and then smirks again and then gets an angry face.

"Why won't you leave me alone!?" He practically yells, punching the mirror so hard it shatters. I grab him, pinning his arms to his sides.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice soft and comforting to calm him down.

"Dark..."

"It's actually quite bright, it's not dark at all."

"You don't understand... Dark is the evil voice in my head that sometimes tries to control me."

"Oh, I have one of those, I call him Anti. He hasn't talked to me in a while though, which I find strange since he never would shut up."

"You have an evil voice in your head? You don't seem like you do."

"Oh, we used to talk all the time, but like I said, we haven't talked in a while."

"How do you get rid of him?"

"He just kinda left one day and I haven't heard from him since. I was always good at covering up the fact that he was there."

"So, you are crazy, like me?"

"Well, I suppose, maybe I am."

"Crazy buddies?"

"I still don't know what that is, but yeah, crazy buddies."

A/N
This was a strange one-shot, and I know it is. I have no idea why I wrote this, but I did and I hope you enjoyed.