The drive had been long before Rocky could see the Intuition appearing just above a hill. His leg had started to go numb for sitting for so long, so when they had arrived at the Intuition, Rocky had never been more grateful. The bus began to pull into the driveway, and once it was parked, the driver looked up in the review mirror.
"Up and at 'em, Princess. Your stop ends here." He said. Rocky choose not to answer as he got up, and began walking towards the door of the bus. Once off, Rocky shivered as a gentle breeze went by.
The air in Foggy Bottom was so cold, much different than Adventure Bay's. The weather was dreary, air thick with fog - hence, the name -, and looked as though it was about to rain, to which Rocky hoped that wasn't the case.
Rocky had wondered what to do for a while before a person showed up, her hair fiery red, sharp blue eyes, and freckles decorating her pinkish face. Her lips were pressed together in a tight line, which informed Rocky that this girl was not to be trifled with by any means. With a click of her bright red heels, she began walking towards Rocky, hips swaying side by side.
"You're the new patient, I take it?" She said, her voice more studier than any females' Rocky had known. Realizing she was waiting for an answer, Rocky nodded and she sighed. "Come on, then. Dr. Kuno will be waiting for you in his office."
Once again, Rocky didn't say anything, and followed her inside the building. In contrast to what was the outside world, the inside was white, bright, and looked just as normal as any other hospital. There were countless of other nurses and doctors, some patients wandering around, and an overall friendly atmosphere.
Rocky didn't like it.
"Come on, his office is this way." The lady said, pulling Rocky by the arm. That's right, he thought, looking down at his wrist. I'm still handcuffed.
"H-hey, not to be a bother, b-but would you mind getting these off of me?" Rocky asked, lifting up his wrist. The women rolled her eyes.
"Not without the doc's orders. We don't know what kind of crazy you are."
"I'm not crazy!" Rocky snapped, glaring at her. Realizing what he had said and how he was acting, Rocky immediately pulled back, head down to the ground, ashamed. Seeing this, the lady raised an eyebrow.
"Right. Come along, Mr. I'm-Not-Crazy." She said. This time, Rocky didn't protest and let her lead him all the way to a small office, blue door shut. She began knocking softly, as if to contradict her personality.
"It's open!" A voice shouted through the door. The lady began to open the door, and inside, was a man and another one, around Rocky's age, maybe. The man had dark black hair with a tinge of grey slicked back, grey-blue eyes that hid behind a thin pair of glasses, wrinkles appearing around his forehead, and was wearing a white coat with a nametag Dr. Kuno. The kid that was with him also had midnight black hair, blue eyes, skin as white as snow, was wearing a red hoodie, and a pair of black jeans, along with some red-and-white sneakers.
The man looked up the moment the door opened, and smiled when his eyes landed on Rocky, before looking at the kid.
"Remember what I told you, Marshall. There will be no fighting of any kind, and if you do have the urge, resist it. You can always come and talk to me, as I am here to help you and get you better, okay?" He said to the kid, Marshall. Marshall smiled at the doctor, and maybe it was just him, but something about that kid seemed...off, to Rocky, even when he was smiling. Am I really the one to talk? Apparently, I murdered five kids, six adults, and a cat, and I don't even remember that. He thought.
"Okay!"
"We'll continue this session later, for now, go back to your room." The doctor said. Nodding, Marshall got up, turned around, blinked when he realized there's people behind him, smiled and waved at them, and walked away. "You must be the new patient. Come, sit, and tell me your story."
"First things first, can you please unlock me? It's really uncomfortable." Rocky pleaded, showing his cuffs. The doctor looked surprised and nodded his head.
"Yes, of course." He said, getting the key and unlocking the handcuffs. "Juliette, if you please..."
The girl, Juliette, sighed and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
"Now, then, let's start with the basics. I am Dr. Kuno, the owner and head of Foggy Bottom's Mental Hospital. From my understanding, there's been an...accident, referring to you?" Dr. Kuno asked, looking through the papers and raising an eyebrow at Rocky. Rocky squirmed in his seat.
"They tell me otherwise. They think the fire was caused on purpose, and I did it." Rocky said, looking at the ground.
"And did you?"
"No! I would never do something like that! Heck, I don't even live there, so I don't know why I was there!" Rocky shouted, getting more and more upset at the thought. Dr. Kuno reached over and touched his arm, trying to soothe him.
"Easy there, no one's blaming you, I'm just trying to get the whole story." He said. Rocky chuckled humorlessly.
"Well, you ain't getting it from me. I don't remember anything about the fire, what had caused it, and why I was standing there in the center, when the apartment brunt down." He said. He didn't know it, but when Rocky looked at Dr. Kuno in the eye, there was a flash of malice intent, but just as quickly, it disappeared. Interesting. He thought, intrigued.
"A memory overlaps?" He asked. Rocky shook his head, and then paused.
"It can't be. I never had those before." Then he thought about it. "Even if I did, would I remember it? I don't think so."
"Did you hit your head on something, by any chance? Maybe when you were small." Dr. Kuno asked. Rocky shook his head.
"No, I was always...cautious, when it came to stuff like that. Scars here and there, but they never last long, and they were never severe enough to go to the hospital." He said. Dr. Kuno hummed in his thought as he wrote down the answer, thinking.
"Do you have any other siblings, Rocky? A cousin, perhaps?" He asked.
"The only family I know of is my mom and dad. I am a single child."
"What happen to your mom and dad?"
"Mom passed away last year, and dad not soon after, both cancer." Rocky said, not realizing how indifferent he sounded, nor was he aware of the changes he was making, but Dr. Kuno saw it all.
"And you? Do you have it?"
"No, I'm perfectly healthy, so my doctor says." Then Rocky let out a chuckle, once again, humorlessly. "Guess that was a mistake since I'm here."
"Rocky," Dr. Kuno started, looking at his patient. "Do you believe you can be helped?"
Rocky stared at the doctor long and hard.
"No."