Sebastian Stan One Shots And Imagines

Jefferson ~Asylum~

17th Century England Jefferson AU

Warning: Graphic descriptions of violence, language, and the character is considered insane and acts in revolting ways. (I wanted to do something creepy for Halloween and this just happened. I loved it but it's really graphic so I'll post a lighter Halloween imagine later in the week. Sorry if this is a little disturbing!)

White. That was the first thing you saw when you first got dragged to the asylum.

"She's crazy." They said.

"Always goin' off about some murder she never committed."

"The poor girl...always got the worst of it, especially the illness."

"This isn't the first time a L/N has acted strangely. They're all lunatics if you ask me."

Each word that escaped someone's mouth made you want to bite your way through the rough leather straps and your binds in order to claw out their eyes. They knew nothing of what monsters plagued you day and night. Locking you up would only make things worse.

The gloved hand of Millie Wright was right in front of your mouth, a gag in hand. "It isn't right. Poor Y/N's been through enough already!" she whined, trying to give you the freedom you deserved.

Millie's older sister slapped her across the face. "SHE FUCKING KILLED A MAN YOU IDIOT! JUST SHUT UP AND DO IT!"

Your eyes darted this way and that, looking at all the faces in the room.

Various doctors in grimy lab coats were among the few townspeople that gathered to send you off.

You knew what was happening, but everyone thought you were too insane to comprehend what was going on.

Millie's hand was inches away from your lips and trembled as it began to place the gag closer in your mouth. You smiled maliciously, and opened your mouth, daring her to do it.

A small laugh escaped your mouth.

Millie didn't move, her finger so close you could bite it right off. Her skin was white, even whiter than her usual pale self. She trembled in fear, for everyone in the room knew what you could do. You could kill them all effortlessly if you wanted.

Everyone held their breath in suspense as the world seemed to stop spinning.

Your smile grew wider, and the laugh louder.

You heard their thoughts screaming in your mind.

I knew it.

She's even crazier than a hatter.

The girl's gone off her rocker.

Y/N's worse than her mother.

That last thought made you snap your jaws tight until the vile taste of blood filled your mouth. The shrill that erupted from Millie's mouth as she pried your mouth open to release her finger.

However, that finger was now in two pieces, one of which you had gripped tightly with your molars.

"LOCK THE CRAZY BITCH UP!" Screamed the older sister as she grabbed a rag and wrapped it around Millie's finger. You spit the other half of the finger out onto the floor, returning your facial expression to make it seem as if you were calm.

But you weren't calm. If anything, you reveled in the chaos you had caused. The doctors rushed you out of the lobby and quickly threw you into a cell. Your white little nightdress wasn't replaced with the normal garments the patients wore, since they were so desperate to put you in solitary confinement.