Insanity Becomes You [Outlast fanfic Eddie Gluskin]

♡ Chapter One ♡

"Victoria Meade."

My head rose up out of my smartphone, which all be damned to hell, had no service.

The deep voice who had called my name came from down the hall, and it belonged to a large, burly man in a navy suit, who had a henchman air about him. It was a little uncomfortable to look at him directly, his eyes were bright but very menacing.

Albeit how nervous the brute made me, I eagerly sprang up out of the folding chair he'd sat me down in, nearly tripping over my own two feet. Damn these high heels; if it weren't for the appeal of looking professional I would've worn my traditional flats. With a sigh, I attempted to collect myself, and pushed back a strand of blonde hair behind my ears, and fidgeted with the black frame of my glasses that had fallen off a tad bit. I stole a look at the burly man, and saw a tiny smile creep up on his mouth.

All be damned to hell.

I collected myself with a bit of a huff, and strode down the long hall way. I wanted to ooze as much confidence as I possibly could, because I certainly didn't want any of these men at this institute to think I was unqualified to work here. I had my degrees, and I had plenty experience.

I'd be damned if they would belittle me over something as trivial as my gender.

Mount Massive Asylum had not been my first pick of a job, to be completely honest. There were plenty of other rehabilitation institutions, and psychiatric hospitals that I had applied for. But of course, the only one to get back to me was this dump, hidden up in the mountains and pretty much cut off from all of society. Albeit this massiveinconvenience, it was known that the Murkoff corporation was one of the leading organizations in the world, known for their advancements through dream therapy.

I was puzzled at first as to why I'd been selected for the initial internship; I was told that Mount Massive Asylum wasn't known to have female staff due to a known hazard here that they had failed to mention to me during the initial interview. Because of these reasons, they strangely tried to talk me out of actually taking the job - but that only made me want to take the internship even more. I was never one to refuse a challenge. In recent months they deemed it safe to allow at least one woman to attempt to work here in this hellish, misogynist run asylum.

Apparently I was to be the guinea pig.

It became frighteningly clear that these men were not women friendly; they were mostly sexist pigs that believed a place like this was not for a woman. Not just because of the ridiculous male population and the hazard that was being kept from me, but because they had the idea that a woman was not capable of being a doctor. That a woman was not capable of being more successful than them.

"Please, right this way. Mr. Blaire will see you now... please, watch your step." He stepped back, his hand gestured towards the open door of my boss' office, before walking away. I shot a glare back at him for his snide remark, and I'm sure my face now was as red as a beet in color, rather than the usual pale. But the brute paid no mind, and continued to saunter down the hallway, chuckling lightly to himself. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the door.

Deep breath girl, we can do this. I needed to cheer myself on a little bit in order to gather enough courage to step through the door of Mr. Blaire's office. I'd heard some stories that he was not a kind employer.

Here we go...

The sound of my heels were muffled as I stepped into my employer's office. His office was carpeted in what looked like a cheap, grotesquely yellow rug. Albeit the ugly carpeting, his office was very large, and still somewhat classy. But upon further inspection, I found I was wrong; there were filing cabinets that remained open, with their contents haphazardly leaking out of them. There were also papers scattered around on tables throughout the room. The only thing I noticed wasn't entirely disorganized was his book shelf, which was vastly filled with mostly law volumes, and a few medical terminology reads. But it was silently affirming that perhaps Mr. Blaire never touched these books. Perhaps he was a man who thought he already knew everything there was to know.