Chapter 1: SPMI

…yeah, I know I just began A Totally Normal Town, but I'm still waiting for those votes. You'll know what I'm talking about if you read it. So I'm going on a little hiatus on it and starting a new story. This is a Mental Institution AU so none of the stuff that happened on the show ever happened here unless it's brought up by one of the characters. And a new thing: THIRD PERSON POV! :D

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"Hello, Kyle! Welcome to your new home."

The young ten year old boy looked around with miserable emerald green eyes. He held the arm of his little brother, who nobody understood. "Where's my mom and dad?" he asked quietly. He looked down at his brother, "Ike, do you know where they are?"

"Now, now, I know you're lonely, but you don't need to talk to your doll anymore. You can talk to your new friends now!" the caretaker cooed. She tried to pull it out of his grip, but he kept hold of Ike. "No! He's not a toy! He's my baby brother! Right, Ike?" he hugged Ike close to him.

The caretaker sighed and let go of Ike, much to his relief. He followed her into the cold room, adjusting the green ushanka on his head with his free hand. "Meet your new pals!" the caretaker said, motioning to the other kids who lived in this building.

There were seven of them. They were separated into two groups, each sitting at a different table. One had three children, one had four. Kyle sat down at the group of three to even out the numbers. He looked around at their weary faces.

All of them were about his age, he assumed. The one on his right was a black-haired boy with blue eyes. He wore a red poofball hat and a brown coat. He looked really depressed, and held a glass bottle in front of him that was filled with some sort of liquid.

The one on Kyle's left was a blonde boy with lighter blue eyes and an orange parka that obscured most of his face. He was muttering angrily to himself and looking down at the table with a sharp and bloody knife in his hands.

The one across from Kyle was a fat brunet with honey-colored eyes. He was glaring at everybody in the room, so Kyle just assumed he wasn't so friendly to anybody in general. He wore a red coat and a yellow poofball hat.

"Um…hi there, I'm Kyle." he introduced himself nervously. The other three muttered their greetings. The dark-haired boy's name was Stan, the one with the orange parka went by the name Kenny, and the fat one was Cartman.

Cartman looked over at Ike and raised his eyebrow. "You have a doll? I thought dolls were for babies." he scoffed. "He's not a doll! He's my baby brother Ike!" Kyle growled, glaring daggers at the tubbier boy. He was growing tired of people calling Ike a doll.

"Whatever you say, freak." Cartman grumbled, rolling his eyes. The redhead huffed and slumped back in his chair. His picked Ike up and began to talk to him. "I'm not a freak, right Ike? They're just insane and sent me here because they won't accept it. Right? Right Ike?" he asked.

The caretaker walked into the room. "Okay kids, we're going to take you to your rooms now. Remember to play nice and be kind to your roommates, alright?" she told them all in a sweet voice. They were then instructed to go into different rooms with one other kid.

Kyle was paired with Stan. There were two beds and two dressers in the room, along with a window and a few lamps to keep the room lit. He chose the bed on the far end of the room and plopped down onto it, holding Ike close to his chest and letting a few tears slip out.

Where were his parents? Why did they send him here? When could he go home? All those questions whizzed around in his brain. A tiny sob escaped his lips and he curled into a ball, crying into Ike's shoulder. His little brother had always been there to comfort him.

He flinched as he felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't move. "Hey, it's fine. Don't cry." Stan's voice reached his ears. Kyle didn't reply. He just wanted to be left alone. He heard Stan sigh. "You know, you won't get anywhere if you just mope about like that." he said, firmly.

Kyle knew he was right, but he felt tired and sad. "I'll just rest a bit more…" he mumbled. The warmth of Stan's hand disappeared from his shoulder. "Alright…but, if you want anyone to talk to besides your, err, brother, I'm right here." the other boy reassured him.

As he listened to Stan's steps easing away from him, he felt his eyelids droop. He was so sleepy…after a few moments he fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Goodnight…he told Stan and Ike in his mind.

…and that concludes the first chapter of Dollhouse! Well, hope you enjoyed the story! If you did, don't forget to leave a review/follow/favorite for me! It encourages me to write more for you guys. Have a great day/night/whatever!

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