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Interview💔

TW: psycho illness, psych ward, death, manslaughter, blood, graphic details, schizophrenia, suicide, self harm,
kidnapping, and guns.. Jesus Christ this is really fucked up-

He sat down with a long, deep exhale, reaching his hand over, and pressing down on the switch that made the small,
radio box start making a clicking noise. "June 13th, Allec Rickman head investigator and security officer at the Florida
psychiatric hospital." The man looked up at the boy sitting across from him. The man reached out to the file set on the
white table, opening it to see an entry, "George Davidson, age 26, sex male, was hospitalized three months ago showing
no sign of cooperation. Mr. Davidson?" The man looked up at the brunet sitting across from him, the boys brown eyes
just staring at the other without a word.

The younger ones hair was frizzy and unkept, his skin pale, wearing a white gown that went to his knees. The boy
had two scars along his left arm, and a cut along his cheekbone that seemed fully healed but scarred. "Are we going to
have a conversation Mr. Davidson or do you not feel like talking?" The man, supposedly named Allec Rickman asked,
placing the file down on the table again, folding his arms. George stayed unmoving, showing no sign of even seeing
the man in front of him. "I understand that recently you went through a very traumatic experience regarding another
person, is that correct?" He asked, George still remaining as he was, "Can we talk about it?" Rickman asked.

There was a thick moment of silence between the two, "We're the only ones in here Mr. Davidson, you are safe" the
man stated, "The person who went through this experience with you, his name was Clay Wastaken can you say his name?"
Allec noticed George's eyes went cold, his shoulders tensing up a bit just from hearing the name.

"Dream" George stated, making Rickman sigh.

"Mr. Davidson I need you to cooperate if you're going to get help. Was this man, Clay Wastaken, apart of the incident
you went through?" He asked, he had gotten reports of this boy since he was charged into the mental facility. The staff has
stated hearing him muttering the same word before bed every night, 'Dream'. They have tried to figure out what this
word meant to him but he seemed fully unresponsive when the subject was brought up.

"Dream.." The brunet repeated, Rickman deciding the best approach would be to make himself cooperate with George.

"Alright. We've heard very little information about what happened to you and Clay, I need you to tell me what happened
on the night of March 24th" The man folded his arms, "We're just trying to help you George, but in order to do that-"

"he's gone" George interrupted the man. Allec paused, waiting for him to say more. When he didn't, he spoke up again.

"I understand that he was taken that night, you tried to look for him?" Allec asked, getting no response out of the
other. "Who was Clay to you George? Was he a family friend or-"

"Fiancé" George stated, Allec not liking the way George's eyes look every time he said Clay.

"Fiancé, understood." The man grabbed the file again, flipping the page over. "We've gotten reports of seeing you at
the crime scene with victims blood on your hands and knees. I'm only here to ask why you killed those people, and why
you didn't fight the restraint of the police" Allec asked, seeing no change in George's appearance from the words.

There was another thick moment of silence between the two. "They killed him.." George stated, his paranoid stature
not leaving, "They killed him with a shotgun after they let me see him. They deserved to die" George furrowed his eyebrows,
looking much more defensive.

"Mr. Davidson I know this is going to be a very graphic question but in what method did you kill them?" He asked,
George looking to the right of the room, as if there was someone there he was told to look at.

"I beat them to death with my fists" Allec nodded his head, about to speak when George cut him off, "Why am I here"
He stated, still staring at the wall.

"You were detained for voluntary manslaughter and have given no answers to our questions. I'm here to find out
what happened to you so we can help you get better. I have another question for you, what is Dream?" George's face
instantly tensed up.

"Dream.. loved me.." Allec raised an eyebrow at this.

"Does Dream have anything to do with Clay-"

"Stop calling him Clay!" George leaned forward and screamed, which startled Allec. "Dream! His name is Dream!"

"Allec he's getting agitated, do we need to send security in there?" Allec placed a finger to his ear piece, "Hold on, I'm getting
answers out of him." He brought his fingers away, "George, I will call him Dream." The man nodded, and the boy seemed to
settle down a bit, "on the night of April 18th, you were caught by security trying to cut your hands, may I ask why you were
harming yourself Mr. Davidson?" Allec asked, Georges expression turning cold.

"He helped me.." The brunet said in a low, whisper like voice, "He helped me.. stay clean.."

"Who might I ask?" Allec asked, leaning forward a bit.

"Dream.. he told me to.. to go with him" George looked down at his own lap, Allec feeling his mouth grow dry from the
others words, "I want to go with him"

"George you need to stay here, you can't join him-"

"I want to go with Dream" George narrowed his eyes, looking up at the other, "Take me to him"

"We can't-"

"Take me to Dream!" George lamed forward, "I want to die!" He gripped the table.

"George, Dream is alive! You've convinced yourself he's dead! There's still a chance he's alive!" The man screamed,
making the other grow silent.

George looked between the man's eyes, the two staring at each other for a few seconds. A few seconds turned into ten
minutes of silence, George's fingers picking at the others, the boys eyes darting all around Allecs face. "He is gone.. he talks
to me" George muttered, Allec furrowing his eyebrows, "he tells me he loves me.. he tells me he misses me.. he begs me to join
him.. why do you keep me from him?"

"Because it's not real, it's all a hallucination George, Dream is-" Allecs eyes widened to see George scream loudly, as if he'd break his voice any louder. He'd launch up from his spot on his chair, and jump onto the table where he tackled Allec to the ground.

The recording bugged out, all that was left was a static noise as he pressed the pause button on his remote, turning
around to see the two sitting at the table. "What happened to Rickman?" Asked the one on the left.

The man holding the remote furrowed his eyebrows, "He was killed, found five minutes after the recording bugged
out, scratches and blood littering his body. Mr. Davidson was never cured of his mental illness and he committed suicide
days after this recording was made" The man set the remote down, "The good news is, Mr. Wastaken woke up from his
coma yesterday" the mans eyes closed, "He keeps asking about where George is and we fear that if we tell him, he'll
end up like his fiancé"

oopsie, accidentally made an asylum oneshot 👀
Well uh.. hope you uh.. yeaaaaahhhhhhh love you guys 😭❤️❤️

I PROMISE THERE WILL BE LONGER ONESHOTS IN THE NEAR FUTURE, I PROMISE T~T

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