disclamer: i do not own invader zim (the world is hard i know)
so this is a little fic i'm writing for a good friend and all the yaoi fans out there! this is for you!
Ch.1: entering the madness
"LEMME GO!" I yelled. I didn't care they didn't listened, I just wanted to scream at someone for getting me in this situation. They threw me into a car and we ride towards a giant building which reminded me of one of those deserted and haunted TBC hospitals, only more advanced. I could feel the death of 100 of innocent people surrounding me. "where are you taking me?" I asked them, no respond. "why did you brought me here?" I tried again, this time one of the humans responded. "we're taking you back to where you belong." To where I belong? What is that human-pig smelly talking about? "what do you mean?" I asked again. "you'll see soon enough." The other one responded. I ended the conversation there as we approached a series of gates, designed to keep intruders out or, to keep everyone and everything in. I was so busy figuring everything out and I didn't notice that we already passed the first gate. I started to slowly lose my sanity, I imagined we were driving around in circles, but of course I knew we weren't. the second gate opened after the guards entered a special code, I couldn't see what the code was because I tried to stay sane. The gates closed after us, like they were already used to and have done this a thousand times before. The last gate opened, we entered and there it was… the asylum.
They took me by my arms and forced me to walk side by side with them as they guided me inside. The hallways where so deserted that you could hear a mouse run, at least, when you ignored the screaming of the poor insane souls. We stopped at the end of one of the actually more lighted halls as one of the guards knocked on the door in front of us. "please, com in." the voice of an older woman said and the guard opened the door. They shoved me in and locked the door. The woman approached me and helped me up. "poor child, why are you here?" she asked me. I almost wanted to yell at her that she should mind her own business but then, she might be useful to help me out of here. "they say I'm suicidal" I replied and she look me over. "you seem fine to me boy" of course that's what she wants me to believe! But I know that she thinks that I'll show her my wrists! If I hadn't cut them in the boys bathroom, I wouldn't be here! "yeah that's what most people say at the first look." I said with my head down and hands behind my back looking like and innocent young girl waiting for her parents to punish her. "ok so why don't you take a seat?" she said pointing to the chair in front of her. I sat down in the chair and looked at the women in front of me. "why don't we start at the beginning, my name is madam Harper Mornington, and you are?" she said introducing herself. "I'm Zim" I said to her in a very calm voice. "are there any questions before we proceed?" she asked me and looked at me as if she was carving for information. "yes, could you please tell me, why am I in an insane asylum?" I asked trying to stay as calm as possible. She looked at me as if I was delusional too. "my dear, this isn't any insane asylum. You have been considered very lucky, child. You are in one of the most advanced, most experimental, most brilliant hospital for the mentally ill, ruled by my own dear son, doctor Benjamin Alexus Mornington. You are in the asylum for wayward Victorian boys." She said proudly. I looked at her with an 'ookkaayy' look, her ego was bigger than mine, but she know how to be proud, not like the most psychiatrics. "ok so that answers question number one." I said looking satisfied back at her. "does that means you have more questions to answer?" she said willing to know what was going on in my mind. "yes but everything can be questioned ma'm." I said her in the most logical way I could. "you have a point my dear. Well then, let's start with the paperwork, I want you to answer all the questions on the paper carefully, your stay and treatment depends on it." She said handing me the paper and a pencil. I took it and looked it over before answering the question.
