Clinicalhorror Stories

Born into a dying world. She refuses to go down with it.

9:00 PM. A closed closet door. A plea from the silence. I took my meds. I checked the locks. I told myself it wasn't real. But reality doesn't care about mantras, and sometimes, curiosity doesn't just kill the cat-it shatters the mind. Welcome to a world where your own reflection can't be trusted, and the truth is the most dangerous poison of all.

They called it Another Way To Serve. Kime called it a door that smelled wrong. He walked through it anyway. Inside: a number instead of a name. Injections he stops questioning. A plexiglass wall separating what he is from what they need him to become. And a doctor named Corro Voss who brings contraband oranges on Fridays and writes compliant, suppressed in Kime's file while hiding everything that actually matters. Outside: wolves that aren't behaving like wolves anymore. Getting closer. Getting bolder. The facility thinks it owns Kime's body. It hasn't met what his body is becoming. Some doors only open from one side. Until they don't. Dark omegaverse | slow burn romance | dystopia | M/M