Random one-shots

Jokes

^Loosely based on the Batman series^

*After The Septiceye was admitted to YouTube asylum he meets his psychiatrist Markus (Just to make his name seem more professional) Quinnzel*

Maniacal laugher rung out through the halls as the young looking man was pushed through the empty halls of the mental hospital. The guards seemed unfazed at the laugher, having done this countless times for countless other patients. The only people who seemed to be on edge were the other doctors and nurses following behind the man in the wheelchair. Said man in question had bright green hair, a slim figure, bright blue eyes but they didn't always stay blue as the man put contacts in to make his eyes green or green where the whites were, making them look infected, which made it harder to catch him as he also frequently changed his tone of hair but keeping the green.

The laughter never seemed to cease, startling other patients making them start to copy him or scream random words or phrases at the passing guards and doctors and reaching out, trying to grab them, which made the man seemingly laugh louder and thrash around more in the chair.

They eventually got to his 'room', which was basically a cell with padded walls. "I'll get out soon!" The man yelled. "You can't stop me!" He continued to laugh as he was taken out of the chair and put on the bed.

Then he was left alone.

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Markus Quinnzel was doing some paperwork in his office when a guard came in without knocking. "Knock before you enter please." He said calmly without looking up and continuing with his work.

"We have a new patient for you." The guard announced and Markus got up to follow the guard to Jack's cell. You could tell where Jack's cell was since the giggling that came from it was incredibly loud you could hear it down the entire hallway.

Markus took his place at a table that was used for questioning and therapy. If you could even really call it that since most of the 'therapists' really don't care and just want money. As long as they do their job Markus didn't care about their version of the practise.

Markus looked at The Septiceye with a look of curiosity, and glided his eyes up and down his body. He had a lean body with a slight hint of muscle on his chest, arms and legs. If Markus seen him on the streets he'd probably try to date the male.

"Are ye just gonna stare at meh or ask meh something?" He had a strong Irish accent but Markus could understand him.

"Well then, let's start with the basics. What's your name and do you have any close relatives we could have any contact with?" He asked and got giggles in response.

"T-They're gone! All gone!" He yelled with laughter and Markus seen a guard come in out of the corner of his eye. He was probably holding a sedative.

"Why are they gone? Did something happen to them?" He started writing down notes while keeping most of his attention on the giggling man in front of him.

"I happened to them! Anti came out and they were gone!" He went into an uncontrollable state of laughter with the guards nearing closer to him. Markus stopped them from injecting him with what was probably morphine.

"Who's Anti, Sean?" He wrote down about him being possibly being schizoaffective. Which is schizophrenia mixed with a mood disorder, such as bipolar.

"Anti is me! He's a voice I hear and he controls me!" He declares with a shrill like voice. Markus nods and writes down what he tells him.

"Do you know when you started hearing this 'anti' character." He asks him and readies his pen to take more notes about him.

"Anti's allllways been with me." He says in a much calmer way with a shockingly deep voice than how he had answered the previous questions.

"Have you ever been on medication? Depression medications? Bipolar?" Markus asked, almost ready to say that he was schizoaffective. His behaviour already proves that. The only thing is he doesn't seem to have part of the depressive side of bipolar which I'm a little thankful for.

"I've been on all types of meds. Ranging from anxiety to schizophrenia." He says in a low lone, dangerously low but Markus didn't feel threatened at all. He's had worse.

The guard has taken another step towards the two of them but Markus kept him held back. "Might I say. You're not bad looking at all." He purred out and Markus looked up into his eyes. "Lovely brown eyes, like chocolate. Strong facial features." He listed of things he liked about the therapists face.

"You're very flattering but I'm afraid I cannot do any of that funny business with you. Thank you anyway." He continued writing thing down while trying to ignore the staring from the other man across the table.

"What are you writing?" He tries to look over at Markus' notes.

"None of your business. This is classified information." He looks at his watch. "Well Sean, it appears our time is up. It was lovely talking to you, I'm sure you'll be back for our next appointment." He says as he packs up his paper.

Jack smirked as he was taken away by a guard. "I'll see you soon beautiful." He purred and Markus went quite red in his cheeks.

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Jack was making quite a fuss in his room, so he was taken to see the therapist he had been seeing for a few weeks now. What the rest of the people in the building didn't know is that Jack had Markus wrapped around his finger. This is how he was going to escape. Manipulation.

Markus was happy to see Jack back in the room. "Seán how are you today. You seem very agitated?" He sat down and got his notepad out, it was filled with little notes of confessing affection.

"I just wanted to see you darling." He purred out with his signature grin. "Just wanted to see your pretty face." He smiles and leans over the table.

"Stop it Séan." He gushed and hid his rosy red cheeks. "There are people watching us. So what is the matter?"

"I feel very... restricted. I want out of here." He smirks and takes Markus' hand. "I think you can get me out. Or am I wrong?" He bites his lip.

"Y-you want out? Séan... I'm not so sure I can do that." Markus bit the inside of his cheek. "The security here is very tight." He explained and looked down. "I can try though." He smiles at him.

"I knew I could count on you darlin'. My sweet doll." He rubs the back of his hand. Markus was falling deeper and deeper. "Come see me tonight and get me out. Won't you?"

Markus nodded quickly. "I'll come see you tonight." He smiled and stood up. "I'll find a way to get you out."

"Then we can be together." Jack smiled and let his hand go.

The guards came in and took Jack away. He went willingly for once, knowing he was going to get out of this hell soon.

Later that night there was a knock on Jack's door that led to his room. "Come in." His eyes flickered up to the entrance of the room.

Markus timidly walked into the room. "I'm here to get you out." He whispered and made his way over to the hospital bed. "Everyone should be home apart from guards and a few doctors." There was a soft smile on his face as he looked down at the man he was going to break out.

Jack smiled, or grinned, up at Mark. "You did good for me darlin'. I knew I could count on you." The Irish drawl came out and he took hold on Markus' hands. "So... let's go then. Now we can be together." There it was again, that smile.