The Asylum {My Eddsworld AU}

The beginning. {Totally original title, I know.}

((The songs above are all extended versions of the Fran Bow ost and they are optional to listen to.))

Edd's POV (Point of Veiw):

          I was in my room, doing homework, when there was a knock at the door. My mum answered it, and I thought nothing of it. "Oh, hello, governor Smithson, how may I help you?" My mum asked.  Upon hearing the fact that the head governor of London was at our doorstep, I was pretty surprised, but I continued doing homework, though I decided to keep listening, just in case.

           "Mrs. Gould, I'm sorry to say that your son has a mental illness." Wh-What?! I thought to myself, H-how could I have a m-mental illness?! "I beg your pardon, but how can you be so sure?" My mum asked. "We have planted cameras and sound-bugs into your house and his highschool, for governmental reasons, and through heavy observation, we have come to the conclusion that your son has Social Anxiety Disorder."

          Wh-What? I decided to look it up. Sure enough, it's a thing, and I was surprised to find the symptoms to be very accurate to my everyday life; Feelings of depression, social isolation, sweating, shyness, lightheadedness, stammering, it all lines up... But why would a government official personally come to my house just to diagnose a mental illness?? There must be more to this than meets the eye... "O-oh..." My mum was obviously distressed at this news. "W-why would you come over just to tell us about it? Why would you even want to find this out?" "Because," Smithson replied. "The British and American government have teamed up for a governmental 'project' to help treat people with mental illnesses, so we're going to have to send your son to an insane asylum in America until he is normal." Wh-What the bloody hell?! I-is this real?! It was. My mum and Smithson had explained everything I had just heard to me, and told me to pack my bags, so I did, reluctantly.

          I packed my cloths, and other obvious essentials, but I also packed my drawing tablet, my drawing notebook and colored pencils, and my unfinished portfolio. I was then escorted to a large military van, and put in the back, it felt like I was being sent to prison or something. It felt like days I was in that van, but in reality, I was only in there for an hour. Why did they need this big military van when we're just going to take a plane to Wyoming? I asked myself. I was soon escorted out of the van and through the airport, where I was seated in a dark, secluded area of the plane that I didn't even know existed. 

       The flight was long. Fourteen hours and thirty two minutes. When we finally got out of the airport there was another huge military van waiting for me. Great. I got in, like I was supposed to, and we drove off. The drive seemed like it was three or so hours, but my phone died, so I didn't know. When we finally arrived, I stepped out of the van to see a large grey building with barb-wire fencing all around it. The fence looked like it was thirty feet tall, there was no way anyone was going to escape that. There was a door that needed a password to open, and inside the building was a large lobby, with three doors and one elevator. No stairs.

         The doors were all labeled; [15-18 living area.] [Testing, conferencing, and punishing.] Punishing?! What the bloody hell is going on here?! [Sick rooms, hospital rooms, and drugging rooms.] Drugging?! Is all of this even necessary?! What's on the upper floors?! I guess Smithson noticed I was getting panicky, because he swiftly escorted me into the "14-16 living area". There I was greeted by a bright, white room, with nothing but other children of my age-group. There were many other people in the room. "Go, and... Assert yourself." Smithson told me, closing the door and locking it. What's going on here?? This place is so shady...