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Various 🩸Y/n The Therapist

Here is the long awaited Asylum
Might come in parts, idk

PART 1: Eli Clark

          "To live a life with humans that depend on you like dogs... Isn't it fulfilling, the life where their beings are intertwined in your fingers like puppets on a string," A figure writes under the dim candlelight, a delicious smirk on her wine-colored lips. "Yes. Despite such harsh screams that echo on the halls of their abode," A scream erupt just as they wrote, pleasantly feeding their ears with such pleasure. "They come to me for comfort, and I, the kind therapist as everyone thought I was would aid them. I was the light in the asylum, but I would rather see myself, not as the sun, but as an ember."

          Morning and night, only the staff knew the outside world, and they have shielded the outside world from their lovely patients. No one knew what was Monday, nor what was Saturday. Only that everyday, the same people attend to their duties, the same white labcoats that continued to haunt them. There was, however, one different doctor that had them caught up in the web. Braided hair that they would notice from their back, and drowsy, yet kind e/c eyes on the front, their face framed by little h/c strands that accentuates their beauty. Wine-colored lips that intoxicates them just by sight, and a charming smile; those were the characteristics of the psychiatrist in their physical aspects. Despite looking oh-so honey-like and deceptive, they were nonetheless taken in by such voice, that could bring the angels to shame, and a heart that seemed unique in this building they reside.

           A e s o p C a r l, Often called doctor by his... "friends", was often quite the brainiac; there were so many things he could observe quite well; so many gestures that he could tell, and with Doctor Desaulnier introducing him to the female, the said patient found her quite the enigma— well, because she's kind. Doctor Desaulnier, on the other hand, was one of Y/n's many admirers. He believed that she was quite the oddball, and she believed that he was a lunatic. Speaking of the devil...

           "Mademoiselle," Turning her head, her eyes met eccentric blues as she stood and bowed. "Doctor Desaulnier," she called out with her voice of honey. "You have done a lot of great work today ever since you have started. I would like to give you a day off for the nexy day," said the doctor. "A day off? Why, that sounds wonderful," the doctor clasped her hands together. "We doctors have to reconnect every once in a while, don't we?" The two chuckled. "If that is the case, then I shall continue to work hard. I gratefully thank you for the day off, doctor," Y/n bows. The doctor held her waist and he replies, "No need help to bow a lot, Doctor Y/n." "I am simply reporting from what Doctor Burke has decided," he adds, nearing her face. "I shall exit and continue my duties then, Doctor Desaulnier," Y/n whispers and slithers away from his hold.

'Yes indeed. A lunatic,' Y/n thought as she entered her first patient, Eli Clark.
He appeared grinning as the female entered his room. "Teacher Y/n?" He calls out with glee on his voice. He was wrapped around, belts holding his arms tight. "I am here now, my dear Eli," He felt the warmth of his doctor, making him giddy inside. "Doctor! Doctor! I have a new story!" Eli clasped his hands together. "A new story? What could it be?" Eli started to ramble on and on about his story. His story would either happen in real life, and that was the reason why he was in the asylum. "...And then the boy got kidnapped, by the weird cloaked people. He came back with a mysterious looking butler, who knew how to fight, and everything!" The psychiatrist, confused, nodded along with his story. "Quite a creative imagination you have, Eli!" Y/n clasped her hands together. "Sadly, our session has ended." Eli pouts, about to throw a tantrum. "I'll come back like I always do," Y/n smiled, reaching in to hug the wrapped male. He buries his head on her neck, the scent of roses entering his nostrils. "Ah, my fiance is angry!" There he goes again with his fiance... stories were often true, but sometimes the conversation moves to that of his fiance, someone that didn't exist.

            Y/n exits his cell, dusting her labcoat. "...That story must have been the manga Doctor Desaulnier was reading the other day..." She mutters before walking away from Eli's cell.

           Sometimes... I wonder if I am the one with a crack on my head for my compulsive lying and masking... not that its not human nature. Oh well... I'll be by Aesop's door tomorrow.