Psychos (CreepyPasta)

Chapter 1: Cafeteria

Chapter 1:
Cafeteria

The Cafeteria. Where the mentally ill, but harmless go to eat. However it's time for dinner, for me so that makes everyone else in, an orange jumpsuit hide from the one in the green.

The patients are ordered by color. Orange is harmless. Red is medium. Black is highly dangerous. Green in the most dangerous.

Yes I don't like to brag, but I'm not the only one decked out in Green. Their are two twins who are very smart. The perfect Predator with two minds. Although they can be tricked, it's best not to.

You might be wondering what I did to get in here. Kill a family,show signs of dementia. Or just be the unlucky soul who lost his sanity in Mount Massive.
I was the one who murdered 40 people.

I sat down at my table. The twins in front of me ate their meal begrudgingly. They enjoyed a more flavorful meat. I felt the men in white cuff me to the table. The chains I was cuffed to allowed me to only move so far. So I was vulnerable and some what dangerous.

However I enjoy playing the game of 'peek a boo' I liked to let my prey feel safe.

I sigh happily looking at the two brutes with a small smile. "That smile looks-" "-almost believe able." The twins said together. I smirk at them and they continued to eat.

My name is Heather,not April. April is the kind one. My real identity is Heather. Heather is me, knows what's going on around her isn't so focused on her fears and what's frightening her. Then theirs Pyscho, well you can guess who that is. But there are times when I was all three. It was amazing, I was unstoppable.

"Look around you!" Screamed a man with dementia. "Shhh...Eric it's alright sweetie!" A man with multiple identity disorder said. He was similar to my psychosis but not in smarts. He was dumb as a sack of rocks because he indulged on LSD.

"Heather..." I turn to see my psychologist. I narrow my eyes. "Why haven't you touched your food?" She asks. Her voice a sickly sweet. Disgusting. She runs the back of her knuckles on my cheek bone.

I turn away, acing bashful. "Mrs Ivory...not here..." I squeak. The twins smile. "Why not?" She whispers her face nearing mine. She was a patient named Alice Grove. She has a sexual attraction to everything. She'd fuck a stapler.

I stand abruptly. I was just a bit taller than her. She was 23 years old. I give her a sharp toothed smile. "Alice, go...away." I seethe. Tears well in her eyes as she rushes away balling. "That was-" "-interesting." The twins spoke with a dark voice. "It was,but it seems I'm not interested in being touched." "You've let her-" "-do that?" "I wasn't me." I shrug sitting down slowly. The guards in white watched me carefully.

"Was it-" "-Pyscho?" "Or perhaps-" "-April?" I smirk. "I wasn't quite sure, I think it was April." I poke at my mashed potatoes with my fork.
"Have you two ever wondered what fun it would be to play a game with the guards?!" I asked excitedly.

Their eyes widen slightly. "We've always-" "-wondered."

I twitched and hissed. Feeling my mind shift I the wonders of gore and horror. I've been told by my real psychologist Adam Green, that when I change personality I look slightly different. When I was Pyscho I looked like an animal. When I was April I looked feeble but just as deadly more innocently deranged. Then there was Heather with calculating bright green eyes, auburn hair and tanned skin.

I chuckled to myself. "What if we could play with them,let me be the game warden you be the players." I point to the two. They smirk and nod at me.

"Now rookie be careful of that one over there." I turn my gaze to the guards. Older guy talking to a younger guy. "That would be April, she is highly dangerous and devious." I smirk at the younger guy. "She's got good looks though." I smile even wider.

"Yea, well your not fit for the job. If she can swoon you you are her toy." The older guy points with his thumb motioning to me.

"We have a game, boys I want you to stay quiet, once I'm done talking To the young guy, you can have a nice dinner." I slide my fork to them. "You plan to-" "-make a scene." I nod at them.

I focus on my chains. Breaking my wrist and letting out the most exaggerated scream. Slipping out of my chains and falling to the ground. My hair falling over my eyes. The guards rushed over. The twins still were eating their unsatisfying meal. "Are you alright?" I look into the crystal blue eyes of the young guard.

Huh. He's much prettier up close. "Some one get a doctor." At the mention of doctor. The other calm patients freaked. I smirked as they broke their chains and rushed out the door. Sadly, running to what they know best, their cell.

"You idiot!" Shouted the older guard as he rushed after the patients. As the only guard in the room with two large brutes hovering over me. "What did you do to our little angel?!" The twins asked desperately deranged and hungry.

I just reset my wrist letting out a pained grunt before laughing manically at the mess the twins have made. "Heather...." I turn wiping a tear from my laughter. The twins being shot with tranquilizer darts.

Adam Green stood before me. In a black shirt with black jeans dress shoes and a doctors coat. Pens and a stethoscope around his neck. "You did this." He narrowed his eye and my smile faded. It had
been two years of 'therapy' from him.