Gar x Reader One Shots

The Asylum

The Asylum has 100 floors and 1000 rooms.
Room 666:
      Garuku Bluemoon

Diagnosis:
    *Believes he is a "wolf-demon"
    *Talks to 3 "people" -> really all in his head

Treatment/ how to possibly fix:
    *Shock therapy. If not, he'll never leave

Room 662:
     (Y/F/N)

Diagnosis:
     *At times believes there's voices in her head, urging her to kill. Noticed that she isn't bothered by them around patient named Garuku.

Treatment:
      *No successful finds, as of yet.

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Your POV

The voices in my head were saying "kill" again and again. I pulled my knees up to my chest and covered my ears, hoping to drown them out, but of course it doesn't work. I haven't been able to stop them, except for right after I sate their calls, and one other exception. When I met this guy across from me in his own cell. When I was able to speak to him, I found his name was Gar. Well, he asked me to call him Gar. He calms the voices in my head. I wish we could share a cell, since I had given up ever leaving this place.

Gar POV

I met this cute chick in a cell across from mine. She has demons in her head, trying to get her to kill, but when I got near, they left. They must be scared of me. She, of course, wanted to know my name, so I just asked her to call me Gar, since that's what I have my friends call me.

I saw the shine in her eyes, grateful to be clear of those evil voices. She seemed to adore me. I wondered if it would work, doubtful that she would believe me. Only one way to find out, though, and that's what I'm so worried about.

~the next day~

Your POV

I could tell Gar was kind of nervous when I went to talk to him, so I asked what was wrong.

We always get patrolled "recess" for an hour in the gardens. Each floor takes a turn, and they always double check each crevice between floors. It's not daily, it's every other day, but the fresh air keeps most of us calm. Most of the time, our time outside, gives us the prettiest sunsets.

Gar and I walk around the roses, and I ask him what's wrong. He cryptically answers, "I don't know if you would understand." He looks at me sideways, facing the ground.

"I want to, Gar. I really want to." I say earnestly, putting my hands on his cheeks, pulling up his face, so I may look into his beautiful eyes. "Gar, if you'd trust me, I would listen to what you had to say, and try to understand."

His eyes water. "Next outdoor time, I'll tell you my story, but only if you'll tell me yours." I bite my lip, not fully sure, but I felt like I could trust him. I nod my head not wanting to disappoint him.

He gives me a small, cute smile that I slightly melt under. If he had given me his regular, gorgeous smile, I wouldn't have been much more than a puddle on the ground.

We walk side-by-side, until having to split to go into our separate cells. We share a common smile, before leaving the doors to go lay down.

But, once I left the door and out of sight of Gar, the voices were back. The endless call of "kill, kill, kill..." gets so tiring. Spending time with Gar helps, even just seeing him, calms the voices enough not to shout. I hope I can make it to next outdoor time, with my mind in tact, that is.

~time skip to next outdoor time~

I'm riding the elevator to the ground level to go into the garden. I meet Gar in out little corner, and we take a seat on our bench. He turned to me. "Can you tell me your story first?" I nod, wanting to get this over with, taking a breath to calm myself before starting my story.

It all started when I was younger. My childhood was ok, but once I hit around age 13, everything started going downhill. My mom was in and out of the hospital. Her health deteriorated so quickly. One day she was ok, not great but she was breathing and talking and, to say the least, alive. The next day, she wasn't concious, and barely breathing. I could barely breathe, I couldn't stand the fact that I had been watching my mom die before my eyes basically. The week or so following her passing, my dad and I were stricken by greif, that we barely did much other than use the bathroom. We laid awake, using the bathroom only when necessary, not even cooking. I mostly got over it, but dad, not so much. He was in that depressed state for weeks on end. It went on and on. I had to force him to eat. One by one, each of the voices spoke up in my head. Once all three voices showed up, they started to speak as one, coaxing me to kill, slowly getting louder and more unbearable. I eventually got tired of the shouting in my head, and there was an almost willing victim, right in the house. The rest if the night was predictable, to say the least, I had gotten a (weapon of choice), and then, you can guess the rest. The voices had a proud feeling to them, being quiet, but coming back full-force in a few hours. Before I was able to go find another victim, the cops showed up at my door. Dad hadn't left the house in a month, so they got suspicious. They had brought a search permit. So, of course, they found him, and the weapon I chose.

I was taken to the trial, but once they heard my story, they didn't take long to decide that I should be put away for a long time.

Gar looks at me. His eyes teared up and he enveloped me in a hug. After I told him my story, I felt kind of numb. We sat like that, until the end of outside time.

I realize as we rode up the elevator, that we had run out of time for Gar's story. He promised to tell me, but the timing was against us.

~time skip~

We walk out to our spot, sitting again, and I look at Gar. He's nervous, and he told me that he was worried I wouldn't trust him. He looks down again before sighing. He takes a breath, readying himself to tell the story.

Gar POV

I was unsure where to start, the beginning was so long ago, but also seems like yesterday.

It all started when I was younger. I had, what the doctors called a near-death experience. But I believed that I really died and came back to life. I even transformed into my wolf-demon form, I had learned the name later, for the first time at the full moon. As I grew, since no one believed me  I was left alone, and had no friends. So Jp, Wade, and Patrck started to talk to me. I was living with my dad, as mom passed away a long time ago. I had told him about the transformations, he never saw my other form, but he tolerated me, not quite believing my "stories". Once I started to tell him about the voices, something in his face told me that it crossed the line. Not too long after that, he started to talk to me as if he was saying goodbye. It didn't make sense, that is until the guys in the white lab coats showed up at our door. My dad said I needed to go with them, which confused me, but the guys grabbed me. I was brought here, so I've been here for years.

I looked at (y/n), trying to figure out her reaction.

Your POV

Hearing his story I started to cry. I hugged him, and as we pulled apart, I kissed his cheek. He looked confused, unsure of how to react.

It seemed to me, that he was unsure of love, since they tended to leave. He loved his father, but his father let him go. In other words, those he loved are no longer with him. He was scared to be attached to me, as if I were to go away as well. I wish u could convince him, but yet, he might not believe me. I look between his eyes and his lips, which were slightly open in surprise. I leaned in and started kissing him. At first he was frozen in shock, but then he melted into the kiss, and reciprocated.

We pull apart and walk to the exit to the garden hand in hand. I could deal with the voices nightly if I could at least look at Gar's face.

~the end~