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"Where the fuck is my coffee?" - (Y/N)
A story in which (Y/N) takes up a job at his hometown asylum.. funnily enough all his favorite horror movie guys are his patients.
[Slow Updates]
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And roll in they did, a little harsher than what you would have liked from how you heard most of them complain but they arrived in at least decent condition. While your patients go in and out of the line and start to fill the tables you start to plan out the day. Words most likely unreadable to everyone else but hey, they aren't the ones reading it now are they? Tapping on the table briefly grabbed your attention. Looking up you're met with Freddy giving you a flirty look before getting roughly smacked on the back of the head by Billy. You chuckle as they start to bicker back and forth, no real harm seeming to be done as Stu chows down on the semi soggy oatmeal happily. Giving you a idiotic grin when he meets your gaze. You roll your eyes and look to see who else sat with you today. Getting a polite wave from Brahms and a soft 'Hello' from Norman when you nodded to them in acknowledgement. You quickly scribbled the rest of your plans down in your hieroglyphic handwriting and closed your planner. Then you sat up a bit straighter and looked around the room to make sure everyone was present. Running a mental check over your plans once again you really hope this wouldn't backfire as much as your gut told you it would. Billy pokes you from across the table, snapping you out of your mental spiral of boring thoughts. "Hey babes, breakfast is almost up. Mind sharing the game plan?" You hum and act like you're deep in thought before shrugging , "Ah what the hell why not. Alright. Today I have therapy with Jason. As well as gathering a new group to stretch their legs in the activity room. Then I'll do rounds again. Lunch will come and then I'll stay to supervise a visit." You quickly listed off the agenda and with the mention of a visitor the table seemed to perk up. "Really a visitor? For wh-who?" Normal inquired but you shook your head. "I can't say who, sadly but it's someone reoccurring apparently if that helps, though I'm sure it doesn't." Norman nods thoughtfully and finishes his breakfast. Sooner than later after a few more minutes of goofing off, the guards came back and brought the patients back to their rooms. So you got up and stretched before sighing and walking out. Patting your pockets to make sure you have everything, you head all the way to the back of the asylum.
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You needed to get Jack's papers done before anything else so they had him in the system finally. Picking up a clipboard from the little holder outside the room you groan and knock on the door to Jack's room before entering halfway and giving a greeting. "Hey Mr. Torrance, I'm back to fill out your paperwork so I hope you're not manic right now because that would suck." You get a chuckle in return as Jack scoots over on his cot to make room for you. "Nah don't worry kid I should be fine, let's knock this out so I can knock out after." You nod and sit beside him, starting with the basics before going into the more in depth invasive questions. After a few deeper questions you lighten the mood with silly childish questions and give him a good laugh. The poor man looked so worn out the past days , really seemed like they did a number on him. Though poor is an understatement since everyone is here for a reason and all but oh well. Wrapping up the questions you give him a pat on the back and wave goodbye. He simply lays down and turns over, already on the brink of passing out. After you made sure his door was locked you figured you'd peek into John's room before gathering your posse of murderers to help you with the activity room.
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You hum softly and peek through the glass to see everything in order like it hadn't been disturbed. You nod and then head to your patients you nicknamed your 'fanclub'. Chuckling at the irony of that name you knock and then halfway enter Vincent's room. Bo pissed as ever, as Vincent tries to make himself one with the wall. You fully step into the room and stay with your back pressed firmly against the door. "Hey you two, do you want to help out with a mini project ? Just need some help clearing out the activity room of all the useless wood scraps that were once furniture." You gave them a moment to 'talk' to each other before Bo stubbornly replied "Fuck off" You shrug and turn to Vincent. "Since your brother doesn't want to help, do you want to?" Vincent tilted his head a bit as Bo sneered at you, again telling you to fuck off. But Vincent nodded just barely to which you smiled at. "Okay that's one out of two I'll take it. By the way both of you will have a visitor later and I will be supervising the visit. Follow me Vincent!" Bo looked extremely betrayed but huffed and turned away from the both of you. Vincent fidgets with the hem of his shirt and follows you out of the room and down the hall. Next stop : Thomas!
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Hello readers, I'm so glad to finally bring you an update to this story! It's a little shorter than what I would like but an update nonetheless! I hope you all are doing well and will stick around until the end of the book. How do you think the next group will do in the activity room? Who else should we add along with Thomas and Vincent?
Stay lovely, ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ Lotus M ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ
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