Tell a tale of a dozen unstable doctors and patients who haven't reached the end of the asylum. Every doctor that had once came in the room of a patient qualify as one.
"Let's get creepy"
Tim Burton
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Who and what was the first Doctor's name? This man still has no name and can't recall it either. So we'll just call him Doctor 1. Doctor 1 was a mysterious man with mysterious cases. How did he become a doctor, if he's so mysterious? Well, my children that's something for you to figure out and you only. Take a look into his mysterious past that I've gathered up, and maybe you'll find a clue. Good luck, my children! And remember, Tim Burton is always proud! -Tim Burton.
Doctor 1:
Whom was the man with dreaded eyes and always a wrinkle on his face from despair?
Oh, you don't know?
The man whom has dreaded eyes and always a wrinkle on his face from despair was a man named, well let's call him 1. He came first after all of his personalities came second, third, first whatever you call it. An asylum is where he resides and always will reside. Born out of the biggest disappointment, him and his family, (moreover his mother) was always judged and overlooked by the whole town. 1 didn't mind it though, he didn't adore the attention, neither did he hate it. He was just a neutral child. And everybody in the neighborhood thought he was almost normal. Don't forget to emphasize the almost.
This child, one, hated being so neutral. It was like he was always the odd one out of his family. Although his family was quite odd themselves, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable; needless to say he didn't fit in.
One didn't fit the description of his odd family's shape. All of them were wacky and never looked in between the lines but rather, he did. He was always the one to be the spokesman for his family, and it was his responsibility to take care of them in the most possible way.
Most may say that as he got older, he stood out even more than the description of his family. He was clean cut, handsome and found his new profession; as a doctor. Doctors weren't forbidden in his family, so he didn't know why he was treated like he was forbidden from his own family. After his new profession had begun to progress, he grew distant from his family, which lead him to being disowned.
Before this had even happened, he was treated like an odd one out, and even now he was too. After looking at a window with no emotion, he decided to get up and do his job. Working at a hospital. He finished his last days of school, with 2 diplomas and a handshake, and now nowhere to go after college. His common sense obviously told him to get up and go to where all the professionals are bound to go. To kragensville. Kragensville was a building of where doctors back in the late 1800's could find which department of profession they belong in. He handed the front desk lady his diplomas and certificates. She looked at it and directed him to a room down an eerie hallway. He took his first few steps down the hall and into the room where she directed him. "Room 13....room 13" he whispered as he walked slowly towards the shallow hallways. He found the room, hesitating to open it.
Even then, he finally opened it revealing a shady looking man with a hat on and some trench coat. The man finally noticed him and mumbled a soft "follow me" with a hand motion, and started walking through the door and out the building. One was confused but followed him anyways. After a long walk, the man stopped in front of an abandoned building, with cracks and busts. He still followed the man, knowing that he was getting his first job that day. As he walked in, it revealed a few busted up walls and doors. He heard a loud shriek, and jumped, while the man was unbothered. Terrified during the process, he decided to go his own way. He sneaked away out into a mysterious door, without the man noticing. He was fine until a sudden door he was about to enter opened in front of him.
"Erm, that's creepy" he thought. But it seemed that as he looked around, that was the only exit available. He hesitated but took the chance. The eerie sounds echoed through the hallways, leading into even more busted walls. He had to find a way to get out. But going through every hallway was like a maze. You can never find an entrance or exit. He was panicking, it was evident on his face. He twirled around into more entryways for hours on end, not even realizing that it was a revolving circle. His eyesight was drowsy and his health was beginning to become low. He was sure that he was going to die here. And he was right. But not exactly. As he eyesight got weaker he saw a bit of a light, he tried to walk to the light but failed. The light got closer to him instead, it was a figure. A dark figure. The dark figure strangled him until he saw stars, then bashing his head in with a bat. He couldn't even scream; the pain was so unbearable. So he sat there, waiting to die. Blood leaked out of his head, as his heart stopped beating, and his pulse was gone, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He was dead. But not quite. The dark figure came out into the light. It was the man. He crouched down and grabbed something out of his trench coat pocket. A stamp. A stamped a ONE on his head. He would get his first patient, and would sent off to be a new, and improved doctor. The first one.
Did you find the clues of tales, that lead to a man's unknown name?
