Hey folks, this idea popped into my head a couple days ago at like...1 in the morning? :P
Summary: Many KH characters have been put into a mental hospital. What happens? (Warning: Not humor, though there is some involved)
Rating: T (For self-harm, attempted suicide, language, and probably other things I can't think of right now)
And anyways, it hasn't gone away, so I decided why not write it and try getting rid of this writer's block I have. (Does anyone know where to get prompts or have any requests/prompts for me? I'm dying of boredom OTL)
So, here it goes :D
Where am I? Larxene slowly opened her eyes to be met with an obnoxiously bright light and a pure white room. Sure can't be heaven, no way I'd be in there. And hell...well hell would be more pleasant than this.
"Good, you're awake," Larxene turned her head to the side and saw a woman who looked to be in her 20's with brown hair pulled back in a braid. "I'm Aerith. Do you remember what happened?"
Oh she remembered all right. "I stuck my finger in a light socket, hoping to kill myself." Her voice not hiding the irritation of having failed.
"Good, do you know where you are?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? I just woke up, and here I am greeted by this damned light and you." She tried to sit up, before realizing she couldn't. "And apparently, I can't get up either."
"My apologies. We were told you could be violent, so Dr. Ansem required restraints on you. We should be able to take them off shortly."
"Dr. Ansem? Am I in a hospital?" Stupid question, she thought. But what sort of hospital straps you down?
"You're in Radiant Garden. Twilight Town's best Behavioral Rehabilitation center."
"Why the hell am I in rehab?"
Aerith frowned, "I guess you could call it a..mental hospital?"
Now Larxene was pissed. "I'm in the nut hut?"
Aerith was spared from answering when the door opened, revealing a tall blond man with hair that was inhumanly spiky.
"Ah, Dr. Strife," the relief in Aerith's voice was obvious.
"Hello Aerith. I see our patient has woken up."
Well, I just woke up today. Turns out I'm in the crazy house. All I got were some clothes my mom had brought and this dumb-ass journal. Oh yeah, I don't have shoes either.
So, after I woke up, they ran some tests on me, did a physical and a drug test and whatnot. Then I was released to my room while everyone else was in group therapy. Apparently, it was the last required session of the day, and I needed to rest.
The room they gave me is a piece of shit. The 'bathroom' is a toilet and a shower separated form the main room by a curtain. And of course I, the ever-lucky Larxene, got the only triple room. I don't think I'll be able to stand one roommate...but two? Ugh. I wish I had my shoes. They had my needles. No, not drug needles, sewing needles. I don't sew, but they're great for throwing. Of course, shoes aren't allowed here because they could somehow be dangerous. What. The. Fuck?
Well, I'm gonna try sleeping now. Hopefully my roommates will leave me alone.
Don't expect me to write in this much more. Hell, I don't know why I am still writing in it.
:D This will be continued, hopefully very, very soon.
