About Stone Bees [a Marble Hornets Fan Book]

Marble Asylum [Storytime]

"So, Brian, how are you today?", the psychiatrist asked, studying Brian like he was a dangerous beast.
"I'm perfectly fine, Doc. When will you finally see?", the blonde man replied monotone, looking blankly at a spot somewhere behind the doctor.
The older man sighed, mumbling: "Of course you are.", He wrote something down and asked now: "What about your friends?"

Brian snarled dryly. "You think of us as heathens, you, the 'normal' people, don't you. But you can't see, we're perfectly fine. You just can't see.", Brian said.

The psychiatrist scribbled something down again. "Why would you say that?", "What do you think, hm? Because it's true. We're perfectly fine. You are the liars, calling us crazy, insane, heathens, madmen."
The doctor sighed again. "Why do you think we'd call you that?", "Because I can see.", Brian answered, still focusing on a spot, "You might have locked us away, but our brains didn't change. They never will."

"They will need to change. Or else-", the older man started, but got interrupted by Brian standing suddenly up, at least as much as he could with his straight jacket being chained to the chair, and leaning forward to the man, grinning at him in a sick way. "Or else what?"

"Brian.", the psychiatrist started, his breathing hitched, "Sit down again."
But Brian just smiled at him wider, tilting his head.

The man secretly called for the security. Thomas was getting out of hand.

Again.

The security came in immediately, grabbing Brian by his shoulders and executing him. Meanwhile the doctor wrote down in Thomas' file before locking it away and taking another one, Wright's.

Timothy Wright, a man with a file so full he had never seen before. Yet, he wasn't the worst out of them.

The men brought Timothy in, making him sit down on the chair and chaining him to it. Nodding towards the doc they left soon after.

Tim just sat there on the chair.

"So, Timothy, how was your day?", the man asked, faking a somewhat happy voice. Tim didn't reply, but the psychiatrist didn't expect anything else. So he just continued: "Did you sleep well? Or at all?"
The sideburned man glanced at the other before lowering his tired looking eyes on the desk again.

The psychiatrist took notes. "The nurses told me you were screaming the whole night again, scratching and banging at the door. Do you think you need more medicine?", still no response.

Since the day Timothy Wright came to this place he hasn't spoken, just screamed. At least that's what the doctors thought.
In reality, Tim did talk.

He talked to himself. To the voices.
Sometimes maybe even to the others if he felt safe enough.

Why he didn't talk to the staff?

He was sick of them. He was sick of the liars.
And all of them were liars, he knew by now.

The doctor continued to ask Tim questions, but none of them were ever answered. So he called the security, sighing, and scribbled his notes down.

The next one to come was Merrick. Not the worst, Thomas was way more difficult to deal with, but he wasn't too easy to handle sometimes, too.

The lanky man sat cowering on the chair, his knees to his chest. Merrick's eyes moved faster than light, observing everything in this room.

The psychiatrist wrote it down.

"Hello, Jay, I've heard that you did quite good in the group therapy. I'm proud of you.", the doctor said, smiling at the man. Jay smiled back, or at least tried to. "Thanks.", he whispered. "How was your day?", the older man asked again. "Like always."

"Did something worsen?", Jay shook his head, shivering more.
"So it did. Can you tell me, please?"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.", Jay yelled angrily, his eyes looking everywhere in the room. He didn't want to talk about it, but it was obvious that he was terrified to death.
"Jay, don't you want me to help you?", "No, I don't need any help! I'm fine! Everything is fine!", he replied. "Don't lie to yourself", the other man said calmly, "you're not fine, Jay. None of you is. I know that, Jay, and I want to help you. You know you can trust me."
Jay suddenly hid his face in his hands. "GO AWAY.", he screamed. The older man wasn't too sure if he or a hallucination was meant. "Jay, do you want to go back to your room?", the therapist asked. Jay nodded, now tears running down his face.

The nurses came in just minutes later, taking Jay carefully to his room.

The doctor looked at his documents. The next one to come would be Kralie, but-

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Heya!
I hope you enjoyed this?

Sorry if I did something wrong, I just felt like writing something like this and didn't do any research at all.
Btw, I was inspired to write this by the song Heathens (like you might have noticed. xD)