Welcome to The Amusement Asylum!


Meet the Maniacs!


Now, new question. What do you feel if your parents forced you to practically live with your teachers to study?

Happy?

No freaking way.

Traumatized?

Definitely.

Anxious?

Absolutely.

The ones who say 'Nay', please admit that: you're a smarty-pants, a genius, a nerd, in love with a teacher, or a teacher's child. PLEASE.

But Alice's case was worse than living with her teachers for Lord-knows-how-long. Heck, she even preferred to stay with her teachers and study than living in The Amusement Asylum! She thought she was dead, because there was a homicidal maniac named Ace was chasing her with a freaking kitchen knife.

Then, when she opened her eyes and recognized that she was in her asylum room, she ought to cry.

"Hallelujaaah! I'm alive—"

A hand pushed her head down, and Alice was slammed back to her matress. It was Doctor Gowland.

"Hold still, Alice~ I'm going to shock your brain to stimulate and heal it!" Gowland grinned, and showed off a pair of brain-zapper tools, and the blonde grimaced when she noticed two nurses were binding her down to the bed.

"Wa-Wait I'm not crazy! WAI—AAAARRGH!"

"Trust me, Alice~ You'll be a genius because of this~!"

"AARGH MOMMY! I'M HUUURT!"

Twenty minutes later, sniffling, a bit sobbing, red eyes, Alice sat on her matress, obviously scarred of life. One of the nurse handed her a glass of water, and Dr. Gowland gestured them to leave.

"Oh, stop sobbing, dearie...you'll get used to it..." Gowland smiled and sat next to her on the matress. Alice hiccuped while trying to drink the water.

She swallowed and stared at the doctor. "W-When...I-I'll go home...?" she stuttered softly.

The doctor raised his eyebrows, then chuckled, pushing his glassess with his middle finger, that it reflected lights and hid his eyes.

"Home...? What's your hurry, dear...?" he smirked, and Alice felt nervous because of his tone.

Suddenly, Dr. Gowland pushed her back down onto the matress, and before Alice could yell...

He freaking kissed her! Smack on the lips!

The girl shrieked and struggled, managed to push his face away from her, but his arms were still around her body.

"L-Let go of me!" she yelled and struggled, and quickly covered her chests with her arms, elbowing his face and ran out of the room. "Waaaah! Heelp meee! Perverted old maaan!"

"Whaat! But you should like it!" Dr. Gowland whined and chased the hell out of her.

~.X.~

First kiss taken by an old man! UGH! What better way to ruin a teenager's life! Alice was completely crushed, she haven't even had a guy she liked!

Great! Not only the patients, the doctor was also a pervert!

Alice ran out of the building and hid behind a tombstone, hugging her knees, crying, wiping her mouth frantically. She wished she was rich enough to pay a surgeon and change her lips to a new one...

"Where's that new girl! We have to get her to have breakfast at the garden!" she heard a nurse yelled.

"Huh? Oh, that girl Ace chased yesterday? I saw her around here!"

Alice grimaced and frantically looked around to find a new hiding. She saw an opened tomb, and was relieved to find it, she quickly moved the heavy lid and jumped in.

The tomb was wide, and there was a coffin inside. It was shut tightly, but Alice scowled at it, because she thought it was suspicious. She didn't sense any ghosts or see the coffin's owner (remember that Alice was a psychic). Whenever she saw a shut coffin, there was always a ghost who sat on it, waiting for the Grim Reaper to take its soul.

However, Alice didn't waste her chance to get curious, as she hid behind the coffin when she saw shadows from above.

"She must be around here!" someone said from outside. Alice held her breath, hugging herself.

Without a sound, Alice didn't notice that the coffin was slowly opened. A silver-haired guy was awaken and he sat up inside the coffin, blinking for a few times, before he finally heard and noticed the hiding girl beside his coffin.

"Who are YOU hiding FROM?" he asked.

"Ssshh! I'm hiding from the nurses! They're going to drag me to eat with those maniacs!" Alice hissed frantically and stayed low.

She froze, then glanced stoically to the silver-haired guy inside the coffin. Her jaw was gone...not literally.

"Wh-Wh-What the heck are YOU doing in THERE?" she stuttered out, almost getting a heart-attack.

"I was sleeping." He answered curtly.

"WHY there?"

"Because I'm a vampire."

Alice scowled in confuse, staring at the guy up and down, stood and then she poked his arm, put a hand on his forehead and scoffed.

"You're a liar. You're not a vampire..."

"I'M A VAMPIRE!" the guy shrieked and his eyes started to water, he started to cough like crazy and spurted out blood. "I...cough...AM A—COUGH-COUGH—VAMP—COUGH—"

"You're not Van Gogh too, you crazy liar!" Alice said, frowning.

"I'M—COUGH-COUGH—A VAMPIRE—COUGH—I'm a vampire..." he sobbed, "I'M A VAMPIRE..." he sobbed again and sniveled, "I'm not lying...I'm a true vampire...!" he hyperventilated uncontrolably.

"I'm—wheeze..."

Alice grimaced nervously.

"I-I'm a—cough..." more blood on the coffin.

"Whoa, whoa, okay...okay...chill down..."

He sobbed and kept hyperventilating, trying hard to say that he's a vampire.

"V-Va...Vam—wheeze—pire..."

"Alright, alright, you're a vampire!" Alice yelled, feeling very guilty to see the guy almost passed out from coughing blood and hyperventilating, "Now stop crying! Vampires don't cry!" she yelled and wiped her eyes from tears. Looking at the guy made her cry.

She should've realised that this guy was mentally ill...for believing that he's a vampire.

The silver-haired guy paused, then frantically wiped his face with his sleeve. "I'm a vampire! I don't cry!" he said to himself. Alice blinked in surprise, but then a small smile appeared on her face.

"See, I don't cry!" the guy smiled brightly, "I'm Nightmare Gottschalk, the vampire from Gottschalk Lost Bloodlines! You, milady, may I ask for your name?"

Alice pursed her lips. "Ask my name? If you ask my name, then I won't have a name...!"

"Oh, you're right...then tell me your name instead, if you may..."

"I'm Alice, I'm a normal girl." She answered, beaming. Nightmare nodded seriously, he was eyeing her neck.

"I must say, you have the most beautiful neck I've ever seen."

"Oh, really?" Alice frowned and touched her neck. "Wow, thanks."

Nightmare grinned widely, got down from his coffin, and circled one of his arms behind her neck, then leaned closer.

"...May I bite your neck?" he breathed on her neck.

...

"NUUUURSE! TAKE ME FOR BREAKFAST!"

~.X.~

Crusty, hot apple-pie; delicious thick lasagna; orange juice and a box of crunchy Pocky were the breakfast for the asylum patients that morning. (Damn, I'm so hungry writing them down...)

But even a box of Pocky couldn't make Alice forget the dreadful event she was about to experience:

Having breakfast together...

...with crazy, homicidal maniacs, perverts and all those bad stuff.

Alice looked up to the nurse who handed her tray. "...Can I eat in my room?"

"No, sweet heart. Dr. Gowland specifically asked you to join the breakfast in the garden." The nurse grinned and then put a hand on the girl's shoulder, wiping her eyes from tears. "...May God protect your soul and body, sweetie..."

Alice sobbed along. "...Amen...Amen..."

The blonde frowned and left the nurse to face the garden's door. She glanced around. At this kind of time, she really wished that Peter was around. He usually was always with her, but why not now? Where was he?

She pushed the wooden door...

"I-WANT-MY-SPOON YOU FUCKING SHITS! !"

...and a freaking butcher knife almost stab her head, if she didn't duck in time.

Dr. Gowland welcomed her with his usual bright grin. "Hello Alice! You've just met Elliot March!"

Alice couldn't move at all when a golden-blond boy rushed and stomped to her way, glaring hard.

"GIMME YOUR SPOON!"

"I-I—sp-spoon—"

"SPPPOOON!" he frantically strangled her and shook her whole body with his two bare hands. Alice wheezed for air and quickly handed over her spoon. Elliot stopped shaking her, dropped the girl and snatched the spoon.

"Aaah~ Pink plastic spoon~!" he sang happily and skipped away like a girl, approaching a table that was covered with many-kinds of spoons. Alice panted and stood up from the ground, collecting her breakfast and pouted at the spilled orange juice.

A hand slipped to her waist, Dr. Gowland leaned to lick her left ear.

"Don't worry dearie...there are more juices here..."

She smacked him with her tray and ran to hide under a table. She watched from under and saw the doctor was laughing to himself, shrugging, then left the garden. Alice sighed in relief, but then her breath was hitched when...

...a freaking steak knife stabbed through the table and almost got her head.

The girl abruptly got out of the table and sat on the chair, glaring to the psycho who did it, and finally got him—

It was a girl, with purplish dark hair, curly on the edges, bringing a teddy-bear.

"Bubble says; only a pervert peek our panties like that." She said coldly. "So, Vivaldi agreed with Bubble to hate perverts and they had to be excecuted."

But Alice was crying happily. The girl beside her frowned in confuse.

"Are you crying before you die?"

"N-No...I-I'm just...g-glad th-that there's finally a girl..." she sobbed.

Vivaldi's expression faltered, changed into a surprised one. "You called me a girl? Wait, you're not a maniac, aren't you?"

Alice wiped her face and frowned to the purplette. "N-No...? Wait...are you not either?"

"Oh my GOSH! This is like, totally d'awsome! There's finally someone who's not a maniac!"

"I know, right! Hallelujah! My parents are totally crazy! But why are you here?" Alice held herself from the burst of happiness.

Vivaldi laughed melodically. "Oh, I'm here because I'm—OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

WHOOSH!

Alice jaw-dropped when Vivaldi just sent a knife flying to a rat, which managed to dodge it.

"NOO! DON'T KILL MY SISTER!" an auburn-haired boy cried and chased the rat.

"I, Queen Victoria, sentenced to all of my guards and have all rats excecuted!" Vivaldi stood and declared to the whole garden. Some guys turned, a few dared to laugh because they're stupid (one was Boris), and the auburn-haired boy was crying, rolling on the ground.

"NOOO! WHYYY! WHYYYY!" he punched the ground frantically.

"GO! Off with their heads!" she yelled again straight to the guys. "HEY, DO AS I SAY!"

"Blah, blah, stop rambling, Vibaldy!" Elliot snapped, he was annoyed because he couldn't count his spoons with her loud noise. "Now where's my silver spoon! YOU! DID YOU TAKE IT! ?" he glared to Vivaldi across his seat, pointing a bread-knife.

"How dare you to talk to your Queen such! I'll have your head off by this evening on the guillotine!" Vivaldi glared and yelled back.

Alice was pale and sweating in nervous. She thought that, at least there was a girl...but Vivaldi was as crazy as the others—even though she was a bit more sensible than the others, minus her knife-throwing—so the blonde retreated from that table and looked around cautiously.

Alice was about to cry as she couldn't find Peter anywhere in sight. Peter White was a ghost, but despite he couldn't touch things, he could alert her of things and tell her where to go or what to do. But then Alice noticed the cameras in every corner of the garden. All of them everywhere in that asylum were being watched.

Suddenly two hands groped her from behind. It was Boris, judging from his spikey bracelets.

"Hey! Hands off!" she shrugged away his hands, and the boy was chuckling.

"How do you like it here, Alice?" he nuzzled his nose to her neck. Alice pushed away his face and groaned.

"Minus ten...All of you are maniacs! And stop touching my chests, they're not as big as Megan Fox's!"

Boris was grinning in amuse. "Maniacs? We're just mentally ill! You can't blame us~"

She scoffed and sat down on the grass. Boris, still grinning, followed suit and sat with her. He grinned around, then suddenly pointed his finger to somewhere.

"The exit out of this garden is that way." He said, and Alice quickly perked up to that, but Boris had dropped his hand. She stared to him eagerly.

"It's that way?" she asked.

"What way?" Boris was grinning as always.

"The exit!" she snapped.

"What exit?" he tilted his head.

"The exit out of this garden!" Alice impatiently yelled.

"Which garden?" Boris shrugged, still grinning wide.

"But you just said—OH FREAKING CAT SHIT!" Alice hit her head with her fists for times, just realizing he was teasing her all along. Boris was laughing through his teeth, holding his stomach in pain. It was the worst curse he had ever heard from the girl. 'Freaking cat shit'.

"Can you tell me about the people here?" she puffed her cheeks. Boris, still grinning, raised his eyebrows, he looked like a freak.

"It depends on who do you want me to tell~"

"Ugh...okay, that kid with rat and squirrels over there." She pointed to the auburn-haired kid who was crying to small animals behind a bush.

"That's Pierce Villiers. He's here because he lost his family, and believes that they lived in those animals."

"...Huh..." Alice pitied Pierce somehow. But then again, that was a stupid thing to believe. She looked around again and then pointed her finger at Elliot.

"Ah, Elliot March?" Boris grinned to her before looking at the spoon-boy. "He's obsessed with spoon, and almost think that spoons are God."

Great. A complete freak. Alice then asked about each of the patients there, and Boris' answers made her felt a chill ran down her spine, and she broke into a cold sweat.

Vivaldi was an old patient, and she was half-treated. She sometimes thought that she was a Queen.

And there was Nightmare, he believed that he was a vampire and couldn't face the truth that he wasn't.

The Tweedle Twins were sent to that asylum because they're complete homicidal maniacs, courtesy of watching Final Destination the whole Summer Vacation.

Boris confessed that he was the longest patient there.

And then there was Ace, he told her that he was the freakiest, most damaged brain; he quickly forget anything and only remembers his own name and birthday...and his favorite actor's name; Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"All of you have tendencies to kill, don't forget that..." Alice sighed.

"Oh, that..." Boris laughed through his grin, "You're right! We all do~" he flicked out a pocket knife, and before he could show it off to Alice, the girl was gone.

Boris laughed to himself, pocketing his knife back.

"Pfft! I just wanted to say that I'm a cutter..." he lied down on the grass, then blinked in realization.

"...Wait, I haven't told her about Blood Dupre yet!"

And Boris had to forgot telling about the craziest psycho in The Amusement Asylum.


I had fun writing this! Have a favorite yet? Not liking their mental issues? Having ideas for The Jokers, Blood, and Gray's mental issues? Put them in your review!


*Arnold Schwarzenegger : Terminator, Terminator 2, Terminator 3, Batman and Robin (Mr. Freeze)

*Final Destination = gore theme. End of discussion.

Character: Blood/Gray/White/Black

Mental Issue:...?