So I got obsessed with OTGAP for a while now... and this just happened to pop in my head after reading a whole lot of mental institution kind of au stories. And then I thought, Hey why not? So anyway, Read and Review... constructive criticism is highly recommended. I still get nervous when I post stuff... so here it is.

Oh, and I don't know what genre this belongs... but for sure, there will be some romance. Summaries aren't my thing, and I sure need a beta for that... and because this is unbeta'd.

Also this contains Oz/Glinda, Oz/Theodora, Glinda/Evanora and Evanora/Theodora.

Disclaimer: I don't own OTGAP. If I did, It would have ended in a different way. All characters, and things belong to their respectful owners.

He couldn't help himself. No one messes with him… no one makes fun of him, no one touches him except Annie. That's why he tackled the guy and beat him up senseless until Annie and John pried him out and dragged him home.

They were cleaning the blood of his face and hands while explaining to him what happened. Apparently, they got this a little more often nowadays. He would beat up people senseless… and then he blacks out during the process, not remembering any of his doings.

"Oz," Annie said with worry, "John and I have been talking about this for a while now. And I'm… We, are really sorry, but we have to, alright? It's for your own good."

"What are you talking about?" Oz said his eyes wide with fear. To them, he looked like the lost kid John's family found so many years ago.

"Bro, we're really sorry, okay?" John said, "But you're temper's getting out of hand and-"

There was no need to continue the sentence. The white van had parked in front of their house and Oz immediately knew what they were going to do. He felt paralyzed with fear and shock. They couldn't. How could they? They were his family ever since. Why are they doing this? Anger rushed through his veins, he shouted; he lunged at his brother… no, he lunged at John. But before he could even grab hold of his neck, strong arms held him back, cloths of a straight jacket hugged him.

"How could you do this!?" He shouted, being dragged away, "I hate you! I hate the both of you! How could you send me?!"

He was pushed inside the back of the van, and the doors closed. He peeked at the two of them on the glass shield on one of the doors. They were looking at him with sadness in their eyes, worry written all over it.

"Oz, you're my brother," He tried to lunged when John said that, "But this is for your own good, okay? We'll see you soon."

Annie reached out and touched the glass, "I'll see you soon, Oz. I love you."

And with that after thought, the van started. He shouted, and tried to break through but nothing was working. The last thing he saw was Annie and John disappearing from his sight… black circles began to cloud his vision. And then, Darkness.

"…He's waking." He heard the first female voice say.

"He was really cute when he was sleeping, wasn't he?" a lighter female voice this time.

"Theo, stop it. Both of you stay back." A darker tone, more authoritive… but still light at female.

Great. Where the hell am I? Did Annie bring some friends over?

His eyes strained to adjust to the bright light. Finally, he saw the small gray room. It hit him, John and Annie had sent him to a mental institution. And he had three females as roommates. Wait, who are these people?

His eyes fell first on the one in front of him. Black hair, deep brown eyes, red jacket… hey this chick looks kinda cute.

"Hi, My name's Theodora." She said, "And you're pretty cute… hell, you look handsome. What's your name? Why are you here? Do you have a girlfriend? Are you married? Do you want to-"

"Theo!" the girl next to her said. Short brown hair, chocolate eyes, tall, green shirt… I'm guessing she's Theodora's sister, judging by her looks.

"Do NOT finish that sentence, and stop making him uncomfortable." She said, it would have been snapping, except it sounded soft, like she didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"I'm Evanora, by the way."

"Hi." In all honesty, that was all Oz could mutter for the moment. He sat up, taking in his surroundings. Four beds adjacent to each other… and that's it. No windows, no furniture… the door was surely locked.

"Give him some space." Hey that voice sounds familiar. "I'm sure he's still taking in all of it. He just got here. Lay off, both of you."

They parted ways, the figure came to view. The blonde hair, the hazel eyes… she looked like her.

"Annie?" He said, scrambling out of bed and running to her. He engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Whoa, pal." She said, politely pushing him off, "You seem to be mistaking me from this 'Annie' person. My name's Glinda."

He looked like a lost puppy now. He felt all emotions surged through him… He was sad, because this person wasn't Annie. He was happy because this person looked like Annie. But all of that, he felt angry because he was here… He slammed his fist on the nearest wall, making cracks on it.

It didn't satisfy him.

He slammed in more punches… one after another. Until something zapped him. He felt to the ground from the impact. He finally took in his clothes; Gray shirt, sweat pants, silver dogtag with his name on it, orange bracelet… oh, and dog collar on his neck.

"Yeah, when you go too wild, that happens." Theodora said behind him, helping him in a sitting position. "Welcome to Winkie Mental Institution, by the way, mister…"

"Diggs." He said, "Oscar Ambrose Diggs."

"Well, why don't you tell us you're story?"

So what do you guys think? Should I go on?