There is Safety in Insanity
Summary: Who would have thought, he would get reborn into a kid who just committed suicide? People are after him for something he shouldn't have seen and the only way he can protect himself, is by acting like he had lost half a brain. Right now, being sane was dangerous. Being sane, meant somebody had an excuse to point a gun to his head.
I do not own Skip Beat.
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Gigantic girls...
What is there to love about them?
He loved everything about them, the tall and slender legs...
How, it was so easy to see their panties without them knowing it...
Their large breast, that was superior in every way, to normal girls.
And how with just one single step, they could destroy a road completely.
Yes, Conrad Keeler, loved the idea of giant girls, for him, normal sized girl just wouldn't cut it and he was often found buying things that features a giant girl in it.
If a giant girl was in something, you bet your hardest, that he had already brought it or was going to buy it in the future.
Some may call it an unhealthy obsession, and that he should focus on average sized girls. Because giant girls do not exist, but he never listened anyway.
He really should have.
He never know, that one day, he would enter hell.
He died at the age of 43, without having a single girlfriend or a child.
But the only thing, he cared about as he died, was not being able to snuggle with his giant girl pillow in the morning.
Why didn't giant girls exist?
At least make him giant too or something, normal sized people were so boring, he longed to be giant.
When your giant, you didn't have to worry about getting to work, the whole world was your bathroom and you didn't need money to survive.
Plus, wouldn't be cool to not be afraid of anything?
He bet if he was huge, bullet's would bounce right off his skin like superman.
Conrad Keeler, may have died but his spirit had entered the rebirth cycle, the next thing he know, he was on a hospital bed.
"Doctor, the patient, he's alive" A nurse said, in amazement in French.
"What?" He said, what was going on.
"You are very lucky to be alive, your man" A man with blond hair said, in a doctor uniform before saying."Your heart stopped for two minutes. You should have died"
"Wait, French?" He said, the man was definitely speaking French but the problem was he couldn't speak French for the life of him, so how could he suddenly understand him and reply back to him in fluent French!.
The man gave the nurse a certain look, was it possible the boy had suffered some head drama and said. "Do you know, why you're here?"
"Besides, you kidnapping me?" The man in a boy's body said, suddenly realising that his voice didn't sound like his voice at all.
The nurse wrote something down.
"What your name, age and where do you live?" The doctor said, "We found you, hanging yourself."
"What?" He said, were these people nuts? Why would he commit suicide?
"For somebody so young to hang yourself..." The man said, before shaking his head and saying. "We need to do a complete evaluation of your psych, before we release you from the hospital. We don't want you to try and kill yourself again, the moment our back is turned. So a nurse will be with you twenty four-seven until your deemed sane"
"What?" He said, but the man left, leaving the nurse behind.
And watch him, they did.
He couldn't even go to the toilet without somebody being present in the stalls, he was forced to attend classes, where they kept on insisting he wasn't 'Conrad Keeler' but some six year kid named 'Patrick'.
But seeing his appearance for the first time, he realized why they thought he was some boy named Patrick, he was in the body of a six year old with blonde hair and hazel eyes.
He was in the body of some boy named 'Patrick'.
He had died.
It was mostly likely that the original owner of this body had successful killed him.
Patrick had officially died when he hung himself and he had entered it.
And after a good freak-out for half an hour, he became determined to get out of the hospital.
He was smart enough to realize the more he claimed to be 'Canard', the longer he would stay at the hospital and he was right, he was released 2 days later, after being deemed 'stable' for the outside world.
Where this woman claiming to be his guardian showed up, to take him 'home'.
That night...was the night, he realized why Patrick had hung himself.
That kind looking woman, was actually a monster behind closed door's.
She was forcing 'Patrick' to lure and kill people, imagine his shock when he entered the house to find two dead corps sitting in chairs at the dinner table.
The women acted like it was completely normal for those corpses to be there, and she gave him instructions to lure a man she had, had an eye on for a while into the house to kill him.
He hadn't lasted one night before he ran, he ran like he had the hounds of hell after him.
He used his adult mind to hide, he was sure Patrick had done so already but was caught.
He ran to a very far away mobile booth, using the money he had stolen, he had called the police tipping them off about the corps and continued to run never sticking around to find out what happened.
He was sure, he didn't want to be anywhere near that women.
But he had nowhere to go.
But he didn't care, to him once you've seen a dead body so cruelly killed like that, all you feel like doing is running.
He slept under bridges, in boxes and stole money to buy food.
Eventually, he was caught by the police and was identified.
He was taken to a house full of nutjob's, because the police thought he would be unstable, growing up with a woman like that, they never actually bothered to talk to him!
What kind of idiots puts people in nutjob house for almost 20 years without actually confirming their insane!
He know something was off about the police, who took him to the stations, it was like they were trying to cover up something.
Could it be 'Patrick' saw something that he shouldn't have and they were trying to cover it by claiming that he was insane?
He was wrapped up in a crazy suit, and thrown in a plush room before he know it.
The other 'guest' here, quiet frankly, unsettled him.
He got the feeling that if they know he wasn't crazy, they would make him crazy.
He had seen the electric chair and the weekly 'mental evolutions' with the suspiciously looking needles to know danger when it looked him in the eye.
Somebody was trying to get rid of him.
So he did the only thing he know to survive.
He acted like he had lost it.
He acted like he had gone insane.
He 'broke down' after a good month and his mind had become that of a five year old, his 'condition' never got better and he was often found drawing in his room with crayons.
By 16, the memories of 'Patrick' started to reveal themselves before his very eyes.
The boy life had been one big mess after another.
He also found out, just what Patrick had seen to make people want to silence him.
Patrick, had witnessed the murder of the one person who had promised to love him and give him a stable home, those who killed them man, kidnapped him and placed him in the hands of that women.
Patrick had been watched and was made to keep quiet so under pressure, Patrick had saw no way out than to hang himself.
"And that's when the big elephant, rode down the hill and broke his arms." He said in a childlike voice, in his hands was a children's book, but he was reading it wrong.
There was no elephant.
His wasn't very dangerous compared to the other's, just extremely childish.
It was probably why, the workers here, felt more at ease being left alone in the room with him more than everybody else.
Beside him, was a coloring book which he scribbled in quiet frequently.
Around his neck was a collar.
It would have been a strange, sight for anybody to see a man who was fiscally 25 years old, scribbling in a coloring book and drinking juice out of a carton.
But at least, his behavior was more normal than the sixteen year old, who was always creepily sniffing people's hair and scaring the shit out of them, whenever he talked about how good it was would look died in their own blood.
Sico's, all of them.
"The wheels on the bus, go round and round, round and round, round and round." He sang, patting his knees.
"Are you sure, you want to pick him?" A voice, he recognized as Nurse Sue, said, behind him.
"He's the only one, who's most stable here and wouldn't attack me on sight." A new voice, he hadn't heard before said. "Can you imagine, what would happen, if we can turn him into a normal man? How much publicity it would give us?"
"Yes, he may be the most stable one here." Nurse Sue said, "But his mind is that of a child, and some of the things he says unnerve even me. Are you sure, you can let him be around normal people? What about if he ends up killing somebody?"
"Don't worry, he would be bound and be giving a pill that eliminate any violent tendacy's he may have temporary." The new voice said. "I've worked with the chronically insane before, so all we have to do is evaluation how dangerous he may be, before doing anything. If he is beyond reasoning, than we send him back here"
A week later, he was 'lured' into a cage, with the promise of cookies and candy, but he would be a fool if he thought he was safe despite no longer being inside a mental hospital.
Every hour, they would stop and check on him, if he was out of cookies or candy, they would give him more, anything to keep him calm, a man strength was a terrifying thing after all.
After six hours, he had fallen asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself bound in that white jacket, chains were around him and he was wearing a mask that hid the bottom half of his face and he out of his cage.
He really did look like a dangerous criminal.
"Tomorrow, we'll do an evolution on his mind." The same voice said. "It doesn't look like he would wake up anytime soon, the pills we gave him should keep him asleep for the rest of the night, so we can rest easy."
If only they know...
"It still doesn't put me at ease, having a lunatic here" A new voice said, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and pretended to be asleep, just before the door opened.
"See, he's asleep, there's nothing to worry about." The same voice said, before closing the door, there was a sigh of relief, before footsteps were heard leading away from the door.
They all went to sleep but the next morning, when they went to check on the patient, all they found was a empty room but a shattered window.
One of the room's chairs was missing...
"SHIT, CALL EVERYBODY!" The main man in charge yelled.
"WE HAVE A LUNATIC ON THE RUN. I REPEAT! WE HAVE A LUNATIC ON THE RUN! HE COULD BE ANYWHERE IN JAPAN! FIND HIM, BEFORE HE CAUSES HARM!"
And scene!
This story started off as a man turning into a giant because of his obsession for gigantic girls but I ended up combining an old fanfic of my on one of my old phones and the webtoon 'Bastard' that I made a mistake of reading the first few chapters. Please tell me what you think, if I continue this, things are going to become very strange for those walking by LME. Review/fav and follow!