Welcome to the real wonderland
"hahahahahahaha!" an impending voice laughed madly, "I'm a rip ya to shreds you bastard! How dare you do this to Ichigo!" it roared flooding with rage!
"Shiro, please calm down!" a white nun hummed while a massive smirk in delightful mad in her eyes.
He roared and thrashed about within his straight jacket, "it's no good! I guess we should treat you, if you don't be good you might become like the Mad Hatter! Do you really want to go to level 4 because if you do we won't be allowed to ever let you leave!" she sung poorly hiding her merry tone.
"Quite singing ya old hag!" he growled glaring at her. As the white haired boy with gold iris surrounded in black pools of his eyes was lead down the traumatizing hall way with screams of pain and pleads of help,
as you hear the two sided people switching between themselves when set off.
Shiro knew Ichigo didn't belong here, sure they can't believe the whole shinigami and hollows and spirits,hell any sane person wouldn't unless into that supernatural stuff.
And as Ichigo's 'split personality' he would know just as much as every human that any sane person to walk a step into this building would make you start going crazy.
Sure as a super awesome can-destroy-the-world-if-he-wanted-to hollow can bust out of here, except the hat bastard named Urahara sealed away all his power and he couldn't borrow Ichigo's.
Shiro knew things others didn't, mainly because it doesn't affect him, he's not sure if everyone started like Ichigo or they did have some type of mental illness, but this place would make everyone have an illness literally.
That's how Ichigo came here, he was perfectly healthy but the morons here gave him 'medicine' as they liked to call it that actually did make Ichigo have a split personality, and that not including himself or Zangetsu, well if you could call them that.
Shiro was lead through the doors and watched as the 'doctor' was preparing the 'comfy' brown wooden chair with straps to chain him to the chair.
"Ah, well if it isn't the Cheshire cat, is the March Hare asleep?" the deep voice of female doctor smiled friendly; seriously that chick had a really deep voice and almost sounded like a guy! "Of course he's asleep, after your last quote, unquote 'treatment'! And I'm not letting him having to put up with another one 'cause ya feel like it!" he glared.
"Please don't mock our treatments! We're here to help you get better so that one day you can go back and live in society!" the women hummed, seriously the people here liked to almost sing everything out like a little kid, though they don't play on the level of one.
His white straight jacket removed as you saw rows and rows of spikes in the inside of the jacket. Ichigo arrived in this messed up place only 1 week ago and already brock into a tinny of thousands of pieces, and who has to put him together? Shiro and Zangetsu and the have a LOT of work to do.
As the doctor held the scalpel to his stomach the only thing he thought to himself. "Welcome to the real Wonderland!"