Psyco Potato

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She skipped around the empty insane asylum, laughing to herself. She’s been here so long, she forgot her name. And what it’s like to be around people.

She used to be sad that people ran from her, but now she was angry. Everyone who entered the asylum was dared. And when they saw her and heard her ask to play with her, they ran away screaming. And soon to commit suicide because of her.

All of the mirrors in the ‘Fun House’, as she liked to call it, were smashed or had vines growing over them, so she didn’t know what she looked like. She only knew it must be terrifying.

Sonia, or as her friends called her, Potato was afraid of nothing, or as her friends knew. She was seen as a crazy friend, insane almost. She was a junior in a high school full of boys who pulled a lot of pranks, like her. But unlike her pranks, theirs harmed people while she pulled harmless jokes.

One night, while she was sleeping, a couple of prankster boys silently broke into her house. They put her on a gurney and rolled her down to the insane asylum.

“The look on her face when she come screaming out will be priceless!” One of the boys said.

“Brandon, do you have the camera?” another asked.

“Yep!” He said, holding it up. On of the braver boys rolled the gurney into the front of the asylum, where the little girl hid and watched in the shadows.

The girl watched as the girl woke up. She was sitting next to the gurney, hoping she’ll have a friend. The girl looked over and gasped when she saw her.

“W-Who are you? What happened?” She asked. The little girl was surprised, she wasn’t scared.

“You aren’t scared?” The girl shook her head.

“I’m Sonia, but my friends call me Potato.” Sonia said. “What’s your name?” The girl shrugged. “Do you live here?” She nodded. “What about...Psycho potato! Psyco for short.” Potato said.

“Ya! What does Psyco mean?” Psyco asked.

Potato shrugged “I’ll tell you later.” She stood up. “So, do you want to play?”

The boys were getting worried. It was almost ten and she hadn’t come running out.

“O-One of us should go check on her.” One said. Everyone pushed him forward and gave him a knife.

“Just in case.” The boy walked up to the doors and stopped. The doors looked like they might fall off at any moment. He carefully pushed the doors open.

“H-Hello?” He looked around but stopped when he saw the two playing together. “What the-” The little girl screamed a terrifying scream.

Psyco screamed. It’s one of the boys. He had a knife! HE’S GONNA KILL US!! She quickly did something she’s never done before.

She possesed Sonia.

She fought for dominance and when she won, she threw a glass shard at him, piercing his heart. She heard Potato scream his name, but she just rolled her eyes. That was fun! She walked up to the now dead body and picked up the knife the body held. Let’s go have some more FUN!

No, DON’T!

I thought you didn’t like them?

I don’t, but that doesn’t mean they should DIE!

Touché.

She, well they, walked outside to see a group of three boys. “Hey, wanna PLAY?!” The boys s

creamed as she jumped onto them and slit their throats. She stood back panting. “I do good?”

No.

Looks good to me.

She snapped her head up when she heard sirens. “Damn it! One must have called them.” She ran into the woods behind the old asylum and came upon an old abandoned house. She walked inside and went to the bathroom where she stood and looked in the mirror. The image was a terrifying mix between the the two of them.

She had Sonia’s hair, Psyco’s pale skin, Sonia’s ripped outfit, and Psyco’s glassy eyes. And additionally, there was blood splatters all over the body. Psyco wanted to see what would happen if she gave back control to Sonia. So she did. And the body went back to looking like Sonia before she was possessed.

But when she gained control, the old grandfather clock went off. And no one took much notice to that as they ran off into the woods to go home.

I don't know why I published this...I had it written on google docs and I shared it with my friends, that most (I think) liked it! So I copied and pasted it onto here!! TA-DA!!! Should I write a sequal? Idk...

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