Not Suicidal, Just Schizophrenic
A/N Sorry if this story seems kind of wierd, but I asked my friend for three words for me to write a story off of. She said pencil, glue, and unicorns. I asked her Chell or Doug and she said Doug. Based off of that I made a small one-shot, so enjoy!
He gave me a stick of glue, a piece paper, and a pencil. That's right, a pencil! They actually trusted me with a pencil! I mean they barely even trusted me with a pillow and now they give me a pencil! I can think of a hundred different ways to hurt myself with this sharp, wooden razorblade of lead. I could stab myself, I could eat the lead, I mean a person who was suicidal could do anything with this! Not that I am suicidal or anything, just schizophrenic.
The man looked me in the eyes, giving me a silent threat. Do anything and you will stay here, forever. He then turned toward the door and stepped outside into a hallway I have never seen, other than glimpses of course. I knew the man would still be watching through the one-way mirror on the wall. Okay, I told myself, time to prove yourself sane.
I gingerly picked up the pencil and froze for a second. What on Earth can I draw? "Unicorns! Draw unicorns! Unicorns are the best creatures around!" The wooden stick of death said. Wait, I mean pencil. "No," I replied, "I don't want to appear weird or abnormal. Maybe something more casual…" I closed my eyes for a moment. "Hey, hey Doug!" The stick of glue called, "I have the perfect thing for you to draw! Draw. Space." I laughed at the little glue stick. Then, I found out that space is actually really good to draw. "Sure!" I said, then I set to work.
After 20 minutes, I labeled my artwork done. "Finished! Do you like?" I turned the paper to show the stick of glue my paper. I think I stunned him into silence, because he didn't reply. I heard the opening of the door and turned to see the man come back through the door. I handed him my picture and he nodded while studying my picture. The man smiled and walked through the door again.
An hour later, the man returned with a bundle of papers. He never spoke but just placed them on my desk. Once he left, I sorted through them. As I read them, I suddenly realized something. "Release Papers!" They called. "Yes, yes, you are." I replied gleefully.
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