IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ Lessons and Rules - Asylum Skins x Reader (1/3)

When reading about whosever symptoms, they will not match with the skin descriptions. I've decided to find real names to what I believe they have.

You were a phycologist for an Asylum. It was in a deserted area where almost no one knew. You only got the job because your friend Emily put in a good word for you. She worked as a doctor here, and would often participate in 'sessions' as she and the other doctors call them. However you hear lots of screaming during those hours. Nonetheless, she is warm hearted and kind to you so you're very grateful for her.

However, one day you were accidentally eavesdropping. You didn't mean too. You just walked by the door and heard an intriguing conversation. It came from Dr. Desaulnier's office. You heard his muffled voice, and as you got closer you also heard Emily's. "Doctor, we must stop this. Our patients are human beings, not animals. It's against their humanity to keep them caged up and experiment on them like th-." "What Humanity?" His voice was deep and it shocked you a bit. Whenever you passed him in the halls, he would offer a sweet smile and soft hello. "Miss Dyer I believe you are forgetting where we are. This is a mental asylum, these people may look like humans but their minds are broken." You stayed silent, and so did Emily. "Emily. If we let these people in town to start their own life, tell me would it work?" She hesitated, about to say something. But she shut her mouth and shook her head. "Great, you understa-." "Not without help!" She blurted that quite loudly, and Dr. Desaulnier's face contorted from a peaceful smile to a dissatisfied frown. "They can live with other people-!" "You test my patience dear." But she continued her argument for the patients. "They just need a push every once in a while. (Y/n) would be perfect to help them blend in with the rest of society. She's kind and sweet, and no matter who it is, she would trust and support the-!" He pinched the bridge of his nose and the air got thicker as you heard your name involved in this conversation. "I am aware of Miss (L/n)'s kind hearted nature, but these people would only take advantage of her. Your sending your friend to her own grave if you truly believe the nonsense you're spouting." He glared at her. "It could work!" "It could fail!" He shouted so loudly it even frightened you. "Then what? Have this facility shut down? My hard work for nothing? For some measly brunette's opinion on my system!?" You peeked through the crack in the door and noticed the color had drained from Emily's face. He grabbed her wrist tightly, and started a rushed walk to the door. You quickly jumped back and hid around the corner of the hallway. "I will make you understand who is in charge here." You heard her struggling in his grip as he walked to the opposite hallway. This lesson was one you wouldn't forget. Not to defy him.

Emily had been transcribed to a patient the next day. She looked lost and in a forever daze, as she starred a million miles past everything. It was like she wasn't even there. All you knew was you heard horrifying screams as you left the building that night. You pitied her, and felt guilt wash over you as you did nothing to stop it. You never brought it to his attention though, afraid of what he might do to you. Of course you weren't assigned to helping her. You were sure Dr. Desaulnier already knew what was wrong with her, as he most likely caused it. She was only here to sit and breath until she died.

From then on you were shaky around him, and you think he noticed. "(Y/n)." You heard a deep but cheerful voice from behind you. You turned to see your boss. "Good morning." He smiled softly, and you quivered for only a second. "G-good morning Doctor!" You turned around with a beautiful smile of your own. He seemed pleased, before giving a small chuckle. "You can call me Joseph, dear. People calling me by that title gets tiring." He then stood next to you and you gently nodded. "O-Okay, Joseph." It was like music to his ears as he felt his spirits rise. Your voice was angelic. Soft and smooth like honey, not to mention sweet.

You both stood in a large cold room, watching the patients eat. Some were lively and loud, while others were calm and collected. Others were... empty. You purposely avoided laying your eyes on Emily. "My dear, you do not have to watch them eat you know? They eat or don't, it is not your issue." His eyes flicked down to you, and you only kept looking at them with a little smile. "I know, but I like to make sure they eat well. It makes me feel better if they do." He didn't understand how you could be so caring but he liked it, for it was an emotion he didn't express easily. You both noticed a little group that had formed over the years. It consisted of a variety of characters.