XAG Jikken Asylum (sanscest multiship)[discontinued]

the patients

SilverTheDelta

(WARNING: I view Horror, Dust, and Blue as a bit of a yandere, so they kill people for love and fall in love instantly<Blues more of the ladder, Dust is more of the former, and Horror is an equal amount of both>[at least that's how I imagine yanderes])

(Geno and Cross POVs in this chapter will be quick[ish], because they're just for a showing of afterdeath and crossmare)

(Just italics in Cross's POV is Chara. Also, Chara might seem mean but he[yes, he] is just trying to keep him and Cross safe)

Killer's POV

I kept my hand over the small yellow skeleton's mouth and watched him squirm around. He was quite interesting, I'll admit. I waited until he gave up on fighting me and went limp to set him down on my room's floor.

"Hello there. Who are you? You're not a new scientist are you?" I asked, sitting in front of him.

"I'm Dream, and I'm not a scientist. Am I supposed to be?" He said, trying to hide the fact that he was nervous but failing.

I shook my head. "We don't like most scientists that come here, 'cause they usally just experiment on us, so it's good that you're not. I'm Killer, one of the eight subjects here."

"There's eight of you here?!" Dream asked, wide eyed.

"Nine actually, but only eight of us are patients." I replied. This Dream guy was one of the most interesting thing I've seen in a while.

We sat talking together for a while, learning a lot about one another.

Gray's POV

We are a stupid group. Once we figured out how to get out of the room, we almost fully separated so we could try to find Dream. Me and Error were smart enough to stay together, luckily. We both were walking down a hall when we heard laughing and talking from a room to our left. Error slowly opened the door and we both walked in cautiously.

Inside we saw two skeletons, one painting the floor and the other putting band aids on his face. The one with the band aids wore an asylum outfit, but the sleeves looked three sizes to long. The one painting wore an asylum outfit that was a bright light blue. I couldn't help but stare at the one with the long sleeves. There was something about him that made my soul feel weird. I looked over to Error and saw him staring at me, an amused expression on his face. That's when everything went to sh**.

Next thing I knew, me and Error were pinned to the wall with black ink and the skeleton that had been drawing stood protectively in front of the skeleton with band aids, his eye lights red with caution.

"W-who are y-you and what d-do you w-want with me an-and Asy?!" The drawing skeleton stuttered, as the skeleton he called Asy shaked behind him. Something about the small skeleton shaking made my soul ache.

"why would we tell you who we are?! You two are probably patients here, meaning you're insane!" Error yelled, making me mentally face palm.

"I AM NOT CRAZY! Y-YOU'RE WRONG! NOW, ANSWER ME! ARE YOU A DOCTOR OR A SCIENTIST? CAUSE IF YOU ARE THEN I'll..... then I'll.... THEN I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU HURT US!" The artist yelled.

"Hurt you? Why would you think that doctors and scientists would you?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"Well, that's what most if them did. Are you doctors or scientists?" The artist asked, both of his eyes now grayish blue ?s.

"No, were like 16" Error said, rolling his eyes. The paint then disappeared and the artist walked up to a now sitting Error, sitting down criss-crossed in front of him.