April 25th, 2012.
Journal Entry 1.
Today I woke up in a box. They told me it was my room, that I'd be staying here for a while. Where is here?
"Here? Here is a rehabilitation center." That…That's an asylum.
"This place will make you better." I'm not crazy…I don't belong here! I just wanna go home…
"Home is not an option right now, Tate." Tate? No! That's not my name! I want to go back to Prospit! A troll shouldn't be captive like this!
"Prospit isn't real, Tate. You are not a troll. You are a normal, human being. Your mother left when you were eight, and you were paralyzed from the waist down at age ten, from jumping off of the roof of your home. You are now thirteen years old." I don't have a mother- I never did. Vriska's the reason I'm in a wheelchair! It's not my fault!
"You will be allowed contact with other patients soon, Tate. Where you can all get better together." Other patients?! Why is this happening to me?! Let me out of here!
My name is Tavros. Tavros Nitram. I am six sweeps old. I am a troll from the planet of Prospit. I am locked in an asylum, and I may never get out.