"Prison walls break; new ones awake!" –Carol of the Old Ones

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, stopping at the prisoner's cell door.

Great, just as I was dozing off.

Cecil Terwilliger got up, facing the bars. The man on the other side was the prison therapist, Professor Victor Edmonton Vojin. Nobody trusted him—then again, you wouldn't exactly trust a prison therapist, would you? Especially one with that name.

He stood, smiling, hands behind his back. "Terwilliger, isn't it?"

He scowled. "I passed through group therapy with flying colors, I would thank you very much to remember that."

Above him, Bob snorted and started laughing in his "sleep."

"Yes, yes," he laughed. "And that's why I want to try out something new. We have somebody in here, who has passed as well. Er, who has almost passed. Your family seems to have a very calm demeanor about them, and we want to see how hour man deals with an actual group. We've decided that you're the perfect one out of your family to do this. You will be one of five, including him, in there. Don't worry, you have all passed."

"Ha! And if I refuse?" He smirked. He knew that this was a scandal to get him involved in some sort of mind game. Maybe a mental check-up. Even so, what if this man wasn't stable enough to be with others?

The therapist began to walk away. "Because if you do, your sentence will be dropped from eighty-seven years to a week after the experiment ends—which should be around a month from now. Maybe less."

The door shut with an echo.

From above him, Bob said, "Are you going to accept? I know I would."

He scoffed. "To try to kill Bart Simpson again, I'm sure."

"Damn straight."

"Don't you ever wonder why you always lose? It's because you hesitate. Or over-think your plans. Why, the funeral idea would have worked if you had sped up the whole burning him process!"

"Oh, shut up! My plans are fool-proof! It seems that Lisa Simpson is my main problem. She is the one who always foils my mosaic of murder."

"Amen to that, brother."

"Didn't you attempt to kill them at one point?"

"Yes. She's a worthy enemy. Fascinating. I would try to kill her more often, but when I get out of here I want to stay away from that Vojin. Try not to get caught anymore."

"Good luck with - oh, we've drifted away from the subject. But honestly now, are you going to accept?"

"Of course not! Prison therapists never mean any good. To them, we're all guinea pigs for their little science experiments."

"But for your sentence—"

"They've let us out by simpler means before, and I'm sure they'll do so again. Probably for space, or good behavior. They've let you out numerous times, so why not me?"

"Don't jinx yourself, now."

"Well, I'm still going to stick with no. Therapists have many a reason to keep us in here, especially if you get under their nose. I don't want anything happening to me."

"Uh-huh." You could tell he was rolling his eyes. "Well, on the subject of this stupid decision, I advise you to re-think. Think of the opportunity—we get away from each other. Goodnight!"

Robert and Cecil were seated at the table in the cafeteria, the hint of a smile on the latter's lips. Neither were talking, but were listening to the other inmates' 'jibber-jabber.'

This mostly consisted of jibber-jabber about how fun it was to say jibber-jabber.

When Cecil heard some of them talking about how one of the inmates, someone named Rory, had been jibber-jabbering about how he and this whole universe (mainly Springfield) was ruled by some man named 'Matt Groening,' whoever he is, the hint of a smile grew to be larger than that.

He turned to Robert, "Interesting origin of the actual term 'jibber-jabber, isn't it?"

He looked up from his half-eaten food. "I don't believe I recall their origins. But do go on, I'm listening," He turned back to his food.

"Jibber," Cecil went on, "was first used by William Shakespeare. Jabber was recorded being used in 1499. The term we know today was first recorded in the Oxford Written Dictionary in 1922, though that most likely wasn't the first time they were put together. They might have also been—"

One of the surrounding inmates, Snake Jailbird, turned to him. "Are you seriously, like, jibber-jabbering about jibber-jabber?"

He sighed. "Well, yes. I suppose I might have been. Why were you listening?"

Before he could say anything threateningly in return, two guards came up behind Cecil.

His smirk turned all the way down. "Did I do something wrong, officers?"

The one on the left grunted. "We were ordered to take you to Professor Vojin's office."

He pursed his lips as Snake slowly slid away from him, chuckling. "Big trouble now, dude," he said under his breath. He got up and moved to another table, mumbling, "An angry Vojin shows no mercy."

"I told him no this morning. You can tell him that, he'll know what I'm talking about."

"We were ordered to," He repeated, "Now come with us."

"But I said—"

"We were ordered to," The guard said darkly.

Cecil locked eyes with his father before he was taken away by the guards.

"But I told him no!"

"Like he cares," The officer scoffed. "Listen Terwilliger, whatever this man wants, he gets. I'm sorry, prisoner. You'll just have to humor the professor. Once he locks his mind on something, it's impossible to stop him from doing it."

The guard led Cecil down the seemingly endless corridor, turning past all of the jail cells, until they got to a door. It was the therapist's, reading in bold letters 'Dr. Victor Edmonton Vojin.'

What an ugly name.

But he didn't say anything out loud. There was a lot of meaning in words, of which must be watched carefully in front of a psychologist. They led him inside.

There was a desk right across from the doorway, with a man hunched over some paperwork, frowning slightly. There were bookshelves on either side of him, a jade plant in every corner, and that was about it.

Dr. Vojin looked up and smiled.

Cecil didn't smile back. He shifted. "I told you no."

"Yes. Yes you did."

He sighed, and followed up on the guard's advice to just humor him. "Well then? Where is everybody?"

"Do you know about the infamous subconscious mind?" The doctor changed the subject abruptly, still smiling.

He shifted some more. The guards were still right behind him. One of them shifted, too. "Well, yes. Of course. But that doesn't have anything to—"

"Are you aware of how everything that is you is made up inside that state of mind?"

He frowned some. "Yes, of course. And that every single memory and second you have ever lived is stored inside there. And that wine tastes good. And that I would absolutely love some right about now."

Dr. Vojin's smile grew wider. Cecil, and the guards, now took a step back. "And do you know how hard it really is to change the personality of a person? Especially one as complicated as yours. It wouldn't take much to change any regular person with a perfectly sane mind, would it now? However, we're in a prison. And you seem to have an unusually large temper, just the same as your brother."

Cecil's eyes widened. He said nothing.

"There is always a reason as to why a hardened criminal is who he is. And it generally takes—well, as it is in "Touching Spirit Bear," it takes a drastic measure to change a personality of a criminal. We do have an experiment in mind, Mr. Terwilliger." He got up, walking across the room to stand in front of Cecil. "But it is not exactly with a group."

Cecil said nothing.

"Bring him to the Down Under. We start as soon as he gets there."

The guards hesitantly grabbed onto him. "What?!"

"Yeah," said Guard Number One, "These weren't our orders, sir."

"They are now. Now go. Hurry, go!"

Cecil struggled against the guards' solid arms, trying to shake his own out of their firm grips. They had blank faces, staring only ahead and not at him anytime he cursed them.

This was because one guard was holding his right shoulder with one arm; the other was holding his left forearm with one arm as well. And it drove Cecil insane that he could not escape, that they had stricken him of his rights and dignity like this. That they had followed the professor's orders.

However, he stopped struggling when they stopped at a door.

Already, they had taken him underground, to facilities he had not known were down here. Maybe they weren't even in the prison anymore, who knew?

He pushed the thought out of his mind.

If we aren't in the prison anymore, then where they hell are we?!

However, his infuriated glare turned to terror, looking at what was printed on the door. It was propped open by a red brick, so that he couldn't see the outside of it. However, the other side—it had claw marks on it. Somebody had even scratched into the door, "God does not go in her." The final 'e' was partly scratched out, but something—or someone—had stopped him.

One of the brutes pushed it farther open with his free hand. They escorted the man inside.

Now, seeing what was in there, he no longer screamed curses at these men—he instead screamed in a mix of horror and a fear he had not known the lengths of ever before in his lifetime, at what lay inside this room.

A series of cages were in here. Animal cages. There was nobody inside any of them, but blood traces inside a few suggested otherwise about past presences. There was a metal table like the kind you would see inside a mental hospital in the center of the room, with long tubes and wires protruding from underneath its base.

This is what it is! He brought me to his own MENTAL HOSPITAL!

Vojin stood near this table, holding two long metal tubes. There was a metal table next to him, with various tools and needles on the top.

Cecil struggled as hard and fierce as he could, trying to escape from the grips of whoever these people were, as the door swung shut behind them.

For those who haven't read 'Dame Boot Camp?' It's totally okay! This is a prequel! Just read it afterwards and review (hint hint!).

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