The BlackThorn Asylum
Featuring a slightly altered Brekke Knight (simsforaranya)
I stepped out onto the lawn of the asylum. I hated it already. I didn't want to be here. I didn't have to be here. But the judge didn't see that. Oh no. Just because I said that someone killed my family, I was insane. No one looked into my accusation. No one wanted to.
I was stuck here, in this sickening place until I managed to redeem myself as "suitable for public release." How they'd determine that is beyond me. If they thought being sane was crazy, then what was sane for them?
I walked into the large, sickeningly sweet asylum. Not even five minutes inside the building and I hated it. It felt fake, like the man who designed the place wanted to create a pseudo-home or something of the like.
I walked into one of the rooms and couldn't help but notice the framed pictures on the wall. They felt out of place....and rather familiar to me, like I had once experienced such fantasies. Suddenly, I heard the front door open and a promptly left the room.
A tall man with blond hair walked in.
"So, I guess you're the new gal here. Nice to see a new face. The name's Mick Wong. Your name is?"
"It's Alice."
"Just Alice?"
I sighed exasperated. His intentions were beginning to get obvious. "Alice Liddell. Satisfied?"
"For now."
A dark-skinned woman walked into the asylum. She had a thin face, slim body and seemed to have come out a '50s.
"Who's she?" I inquired.
"Her? That's Darla Lacey. She's been here a while. Never said why though."
"She could have at least said hello."
"And that's Nathan Lewis."
Me: You had better not be doing what I think you're going to do...
Me: .....You two just met each other. You're going to go ahead and have sex five minutes after meeting the other? I predict babies. *headdesks*
Well, times to meet the others, no?
Julianna Smoot
Monique Merriam
Luke Nobles
Jonathen Stihl
But now, back to our main character.
ACR has ruined my initial idea for these two.
But isn't this my story?
Yes...?
Then let me tell it. Stop being rude.
D:
Well, let's just say that I had a more than friendly welcome after Nathan walked by.
I soon found out that the people of this...mad house couldn't leave, excluding me. Decidedly, I was forced to get a job in as a playground monitor. I didn't like it, but it's not like this place had its bills paid by a higher force, and funds were running low. It would just have to do.
Relationships: You're doing it wrong.
As the day went on, no one cooked themselves a meal, and I began to wonder if they even had the capacity to cook. The idea of playing cook to these imbiciles didn't please me at all.
The conversation didn't please me at all. I wanted to vomit with every comment I heard.
Darla: So Nathan, I thought that next time, we should be a bit more adventurous. What do you think?
Nathan: What have I gotten myself into?
*headdesks*
I didn't sleep easily listening to Nathan and Darla carrying out what they discussed at dinner. I wondered how often the others suffered from this.
I woke up the next morning rather famished. Hoping someone made breakfast, I went to the kitchen.
Instead, I found Mick, sponge bathing for some God-awful reason. Thinking about last night, I couldn't take it and walked out. I heard the carpool for work honking impatiently. Frustrated at being uncomfortable, I got dressed for work and left the insanity. Something in me hoped that I wouldn't go back later that day.
Since Alice is gone at work, I'll do the rest of this with commentary. :P
Mick: That didn't taste as good as I thought.
Good. It shouldn't have.
Good Morning!
What was that?
What are you saying? Last night was amazing!
Oh...Silly me. The voices keep telling me that last night was so much better compared to other times. You guys really need to speak up ya know!
....o.o
Does everyone have some sort of wish to get sick? D: Stop eating that junk!
I walk sideways... Got a problem with that?
Uh...excuse me! I can't walk through the wall!
Of course you can't. It's not possible to walk through walls.
But Darla told me that Bob and Margaret say you can!
Bob and Margaret?
Yeah! Those two! You know them?
Make a note of this.
Aw....poor Luke got the couch for the night.
This doesn't taste good.
:|
*Four hours later*
OMG! There's a fire!
....Where Monique?
Prepare for spam of first breakdown over an imaginary event in the asylum! :D
Darla: She's crazy...
So are you Darla, so are you.
*End Spam*
Wrong action Darla.
Slightly more appropriate...?
I'm have to cleanse her by fire. Bob and Margaret tell me I should.
Me: D:
Darla: I think she's riddled with the plague.
Monique: I'm going to have fun killing her.
Me: D: What is with everyone and want to commiting bodily harm to another?
*10 hours later*
That's the third time today. Guys....you can stop now.
*14 hours later* He finally stopped and complained about how he was starving. Maybe you shouldn't have played for over half a day.
Heil Professor von Ball!
You've got a weird face...you know that right?
I didn't mean to offend you sir!
Yes master. Whatever you say. >:D
Everybody run! Run for the hills before it's too late!
Aw....he only asked me to give him a pipe.
Darla: Hey! After sleeping with you so much, I think we should be best friends! :D
I don't think he took that well. :(
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And we'll leave this at that. Hope y'all liked that and that it wasn't too dull. I'll have another one up before the end of Monday.