The Psycho... «ON HOLD/POSSIBLE REWRITE»

Chapter One

Jack's POV:

Hello, my name is Sean. Well, I'd rather to be referred to as Jack, but either one is fine. I'm currently driving to my new job at the insane asylum. I know, I know. Why an insane asylum? Well, it's a great paying job, and I really need the money. I pulled up in the parking lot, parking my car, and I walked to the entrance. I saw a lady at the front desk, and I walked over. She looked up at me and flashed a smile.

"Ah, you must be Sean", she said, standing. I nod. "Yes, that's me", I reply, her smiling. She put her hand out to me. "My name is Patricia". I took her hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet ya". She walked to a file cabinet, opening it, and she looked through a few files. She pulled one out, opening it, and she walked back over.

"Alright, Sean. This is your file for the patient you will be watching over", she said, handing me the file. I nod, her handing me a key card. "This is to open the door to check the patient for injury, sickeness, etcetera", she continued. She flashed me one last smile and said,"I hope you like it here". I nod and thank her, walking off and looking in the file. There was a picture of a male attached to a paper with the information.

NAME: ANTISEPTICEYE 
AGE:28
D.O.B:FEBRUARY 7, 1990
CAUSE OF INSANITY: KILLED TEN MEN AND BEGAN TO LOSE SANITY
ROOM: 209
OTHER: IRISH

Hmm...I could handle him....I think. I couldn't quite tear my eyes from the picture, but I had to. 206......207.....208....ah! 209! I looked into the room through the glass wall, but I saw......no one? All of a sudden, a male - Hanging upside down on the pole that went across the roof - popped up, making me jump back. I heard his laugh echo through his room, me catching the breath that was taken from me. He placed his hands on the glass, looking at me.

"Weeeeeeell, aren't you a cutie~", he said, making me feel heat radiate off of my neck. He got down from the pole, still looking at me. It made me blush when I saw him look me up and down. "What's ya name, sweetheart"? He asked, me gulping.

"S-Sean...", I replied. "But...everyone calls me Jack-k". He chuckled. "Which one do you prefer I use, sugar"? He asked, still looking me up and down. "Either..", I said, walking to the door. I held the key card up to the lock, it beeping, and I walked in. He smirked, still looking at me.

"Damn, you're Hella cute", he said, me blushing. I sighed. "Anti, stop trying to win me with compliments", I said, already upset with the boy. "Make me, cutie", he said, lifting himself onto the pole again. I sighed, looking at the file. He had brown hair in the picture. I looked up, but he had green hair now.

"How'd you dye your hair"? I asked, him looking at me. "My old doctor left her green highlighter in here and I used it", he admitted, me nodding. "I see", I replied, marking things on my clipboard. He sighed, looking at me.

"So, tell me about yourself", he said, me looking up at him. "Why"? I question, raising a brow. "I'm bored, that's why"! He exclaimed like a child. I chuckled, rolling my eyes. This guy was kinda funny, I must admit.