19:05. 1953.
"This is the second study of the Patient named Zippy. He refuses to take off his mask, as it already has been fused to his face. His Zipper-like mouth has scared off most of the other workers away, I am not afraid to continue further with this patient. I will find what drives this creature into its state that it is in right at this moment..."
He Continued to write down notes in his journal as he sat at his desk. The man that was behind his desk was named Victor Statichi one of the best known doctors to cure any insanity that ran his way. He remained at the insane asylum working late hours on ways to cure ones that suffered most.
"Lily..."
He thought about her momentarily. She was the one he most cared about and soon, he was going to ask her to marry him. Every night the late hours that he would stay after, Lily would come by and leave notes in his journal when he was not around. He grazed his hands over the note she left him for the day in his journal.
"Don't stay too late dear, I look forward to our date tonight! XOXO "
He held the ring that he was going to propose to her with. "I love you too Lily..."
He sighed and continued to write down notes in his research journal.
As everything was starting to shut down for the night, not everything was the way it seemed. Some doors were overlooked, and not locked securely like they should have been.
Zippy, Managed to take part of his Zipper out of his mouth and use it to nudge his way out of his cell. He Stuck the zipper into his cell door quietly, jamming the lock and opening his cell door. The Straight jacket that was tied over his decayed body loosely, the back was undone and his long demented toes were coming out of his boots. He took the extra step to his door, pushing it open and scanning the hallway with his lean body hovering over every movement he made. Alas, he thought, He was free from his cell and ready to take on his Victims he so desired to get revenge upon. Thirst and hunger took over him as he trudged through the endless hallways. Dead in his path, the night guard was roaming the hallways, not even realizing what his fate would be that night. Just like that, Zippy used his teeth to devour the head of the night guard. The Night guard didn't even get a chance to scream. Blood seeped down Zippy's mouth, as he continued to march forward.
As Victor was ready to grab the rest of his research notes from the lab, everything seemed wrong as he stepped out of his office. The Sudden vibe of the asylum seemed unsettling. He knew right away what was wrong when he saw the night guard's head vanished, and his body torn to shreds on the ground. There he was, standing at the end of the hallway with his eyes gouged out and his smile wide across his face.
Zippy.
Zippy darted down the hallway running and ready to attack when Victor slammed the door to his office in Zippy's face. Zippy was angered by this sudden attempt, started to tear the door to pieces. This was is it, Victor thought. He was going to die. Zippy bursted through the door running into him and instantly trying to bite at Victor's neck. Victor slammed the nearest thing he could find into Zippy, and ran out the door.
"If I could make it to the lab, I could give him the injection that would instantly put Zippy out of his misery..."
With Victor's head severed, Zippy was trailing right behind him. He tried everything to keep his body moving and running as fast as he could to the lab. Zippy was ready to take his revenge on Victor, Even though Zippy didn't quite understand why Victor was doing this in the first place. Zippy's fruitless efforts to take Victor's fingers off one by one, as he tried to nip at them along the way. As soon as Victor made it to the lab, he scoured for the injection. He was knocking everything over to prevent Zippy to come any closer to him while he was looking for it. Unfortunately, his efforts were not strong enough, as Victor's screams were heard down the hallway. Zippy was at his fingertips, ripping them off and leaving his hands useless. Victor finally was able to get a hold of the injection with what he had left of his hand and slammed it into Zippy, Slowing starting to kill Zippy in the Process.
Zippy, Practically falling over himself and tumbling into the walls to try to keep his balance before her crashed into the floor, said his final words.
"WhY WoUlD YoU dO tHiS tO mE."
Victor, tired and loosing a lot of blood in the process had to act quickly. He was ready to pass out, but he couldn't give up so easily. He still loved Lily, and he wanted to be with her as much as he could. Finding the closest thing near to him, he took the Television and began to rewire it into his brain. He was slowly loosing consciousness, but he knew he didn't want to give up. He took his jaw out, and ran the electrical cords down his vocal cords so he would be able to speak again. His eyes were being switched over to the screen on the Television itself and his ears were being made into the speakers. Soon before he knew it, his whole head was a television. He could see, hear,speak, and even communicate with his emotions through different clips of TV Channels. Countless hours went by as he continued to work on his body.
He Replaced his fingers with what was left over from the operation table:
Syringes.
Different types, Shapes, Sizes made out his fingers one by one again. He stood up, looking at himself in the mirror and sighing. Victor knew he was long away from gone. He leaned against the wall for support, and headed back to his office. Lily was just about ready to check on Victor as she heard screams earlier. She assumed it was just a patient that was screaming from the pain that Victor Usually injects them with. She got closer to the office, but then noticed the door shattered, and pieces of wood all over the ground. She was horrified and confused as she continued to walk forward into the mess. She turned her head into his office to see a Television man sitting at Victor's Desk. She Screamed with one look of Victor and started to back away from the door.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO VICTOR?! WHERE IS HE?!"
Victor stood up from his desk and started to move close to Lily.
"It is Me Lily! It is Me! Victor!"
His syringe-like fingers were brought forward as he tried to reach out towards her.
"No! You stay away from me you Monster!"
Victor, heartbroken and torn apart, slowly brought his hands down to his sides as Lily darted out of the office.
"Lily, Wait! Please Wait!"
Victor fell to the floor, with his screen turning on. A Scene of a rainy appeared, with the wicked sounds of the thunder and lighting cracking in the background. The screen faded, and he looked at his hands submissively.
"Lily, No..."
Victor was left alone, only to look at what he has become.
" I am a monster..."
22:15, 1953.
"I am left alone, with no one to hold in this wretched asylum... I am now what many fear and horrified of..."
The Journal trailed off as blood was being splattered from his hands from recovery.
"I am now the Patient."
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