It was a quiet day (or night, not that she knew) at the hospital when it happened.
When Lisa heard the noise, she had been expecting one of those horrid nurse monsters, the ones who looked too much like her for comfort (and who she knew wore, under the hair and the lesions, the faces of the people she once called co-workers) and had readied her scalpel to deal with it.
(Usually she would pounce and then stab and stab and stab and stab until she was standing over the mutilated corpse, wiping spattered blood from her face)
But, it wasn't a nurse. No, it was a young woman. The only living person Lisa had seen since…well, since Harry left her in that old storeroom.
(The weird ghosts that sometimes appeared in the halls from some place called Ashfield didn't count though. They weren't alive, and didn't seem to be up on the times either.)
She screamed when Lisa appeared, pointing a strange device at her like a weapon. "Where am I?!" she yelled. "What's wrong with this town?"
"I-" Lisa started, only for the woman to screech at her again, before storming off.
"What the hell is wrong with this place? Look at you, it's 2014! Why the hell are you wearing that uniform? It doesn't make any sense, it isn't Halloween! Fuck, I have to get out of this fucking place!"
Lisa watched as the door slammed, listened to the woman stomp through the gravel in the courtyard, only thinking of one thing.
(Other than 'What's wrong with my uniform?')
2014.
It was 2014.
How long had she been alone, with only herself and the shades that roamed the halls and the monsters?
Carefully sitting down on one of the waiting room chairs, she calculated the numbers in her head.
Counting the year that she was apparently in, because she didn't remember her birthday, and had no real reason to, she finally settled at a number.
32 years. She'd been all alone, since Harry, for 32 years.
(She was lucky enough to find part of her papers from when she was hired, to find that she'd been 16 and hired in 1976.)
Looking down at her hands, Lisa tried to think of how she'd spent 32 years of her life.
(Cleaning. And talking to herself to keep from going mad and mute.)
Finally though, she stood.
The floor on the second floor needed to be mopped, and she was the only one there to do it.
A/N: I wrote this for 3 reasons: 1) Lisa is my baby and I lover her character. 2) This was slightly influenced by my rps. Slightly. She's had more interaction in those haha 3) I realized that I've written about half the Lisa fic on AO3 haaaaa
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