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This one is multiple parts in the original writing, so it's multiple parts here. This is an AU of my normal cast except everyone's in an asylum. Be it employee or psychopath that's being locked up.
"He scares me Marcus," Mist told me.
"It can't be that bad, sis, the 'lil guy's asleep already. 'Ain't he cute?" I responded.
"Fine, he's just... creepy, is all," Hmmm... she's right about that much. "Anyways, we should be heading home soon,"
"Kay, Mist. Let's go." I put the chart back. The little guy was curled up as if someone was with him, but no one was. Mist was right, it was rather unnerving.
"Hurry up, Marcus!"
"Coming!" It reminded me of another patient. Quickstrike. She slept like that. "No matter, Marcus, keep it together," I left the building with my sister.
A/N:
These parts are pretty short, so I may get two chapters done today, but I'd rather not.
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Short Stories I Write In Class(discontinued)
NouvellesRandom shit born from my brain that I write down and forget about, give up on, or rediscover and continue. If there's enough support I might finish some, but I probably won't. //discontinued\\ *I write these on paper first, so they're pretty old...
