A/N: Welcome to one of the new stories! This time around, these will generally be better, and no the ones I have already posted may be on stall for now as I can't think of anything. My mind doesn't work like this. Note: This is an inspiration from any movie that features mental illnesses such as and not limited to: Sybil; Girl, Interrupted; Sucker Punched and so many more.
Please enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or anything in this story. It's just a crazy story and more of a modern AU.
Part I
I – Crazy
Sanity, you'd think it's something simple, something someone could hold onto. But it's fragile, more fragile than what most people think. It's what separate the sane from the insane. And at our institution we keep the citizen's safe. You may think that you don't need protection, but you do. If we let this idiots1 run the streets, it'll be the end of you as we know it. So, thank you for trusting us in helping your retarded1 children. I promise, we'll take great care of them.
His head leans against a cold window as his body feels entirely sluggish. He can't move his arms and he can't lift his head. His mind is barely processing, and it's as if he's in a trance. The newest patient, Monkey D. Luffy, enters through the iron gates in a black car. Everyone in the city knows that he's completely insane. Mad if you will. But no one really knows how to cure him.
He'll just be good sideshow money2. A man stands outside the hospital, everyone knows this man as the care taker of the institution – Sir Doflamingo. A rather strange man himself, he greets his newest freak show patient with the utter most care. Though Garp doesn't want to give up his grandson, he feels like this will be the only way Luffy will get better.
Without this treatment, Luffy will never get better.
Luffy, still groggily and sedated, takes a second to attempt to figure out where he is. Apparently, it's some place called Grand Line Mental Institution. Some place he never wants to be in. Granted, Luffy isn't crazy. Thinking your arms are rubber and could stretch, that isn't crazy. Wanting to sail out into the open sea? That isn't crazy. Wanting to be the Pirate King, even though there's no such thing? Not crazy at all.
So he doesn't understand why he's here. He can't seem to wrap his head around it. Is it bad that Luffy wants to live his life in a world where adventure is the source of excitement? Not at all.
But to his grandpa, it is. At the age of seventeen, Luffy should have grown out of his imagination phase. Actually, people normally pass that phase when they reach ten years old. Yet, for some unknown reason, Luffy can't seem to get out of his delusion. He still clings to his straw hat that his uncle gave him ten years ago.
The hat is old and worn out, and it's falling apart, yet Luffy holds onto it like a child. Garp makes sure that Luffy doesn't have that hat taken away. Doflamingo takes Luffy to his confined room, and gives him a gown. Numbly, he just puts them on, keeping on his signature red vest and blue shorts.
A couple of nurses arrive to strip him out of it. But one of the nurses make a mistake. She touches Luffy's straw hat, causing him to punch her.
"Don't touch my hat!" he screams. "You jerk! Don't touch it!"
A couple buff guards grab him, holding him back from the fallen nurse. Doflamingo walks in, looking at the angry Luffy and the guards.
"What should we do with him?" the guard ask.
"Tie him down," Doflamingo answers, grinning his signature grin. "And we'll have the doctor deal with him." Luffy screams at Doflamingo, calling him Mingo and how he's going to kick Mingo's ass.
The guard tie his limbs down, and walk away. Doflamingo grins and tell Luffy to have a good night. Luffy continues to scream about killing him. Huffing, Luffy flops back down, scowling at the ceiling, calming down slightly.
The door opens and a kid with a long nose walks in, muttering something about how he has "can't-meet-new-roommate" disease, before actually seeing Luffy and screaming.
"I have ten thousand men behind me!" the kid says. "You don't stand a chance!"
"What!? Really!?" Luffy screams. The kid stares at him, jaw slacked. Is this guy serious? Whatever, he could continue his obvious lie.
"Yeah! They call me Captain Usopp!" he says, proudly. "I want to recruit you in my pirate gang!"
Luffy blinks. "No thanks."
Usopp's jaw drops and his eyes bulge out. "What!? Why not?"
"I never want to follow someone! I want to be my own leader!" Luffy says, grinning. "I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" Usopp begins to believe that Luffy is completely crazy as he talks about how his Gomu Gomu no Pistol is the strongest that he can break walls. Usopp sits down on his bed and notices how he's strapped into his own bed, wondering what that's about.
Usopp lies down, smoothing his unruly black hair, eyes closing all while listening to the ramblings of a crazy person, slowly just drifting into a dark, dreamless sleep.
A/N: For the terms I use. Thanks for reading :) [Furthermore, updates will be weekly]
1Back in the olden times, (1950s sorta deal) it was acceptable to call mentally ill people those names. Granted it isn't acceptable now, but it was back then. This will be a mixture of both modern day technology as well as 1950's technology.
2Also back in the 1800's, people technically had no clue how treat these people. In fact, people had no clue what they actually were. So they just used them as sideshows at a circus. People tend to believe that they were like living entertainment. But of course, those were just ignorance. People nowadays know that they aren't entertainment.