"BOB! NO! BOB! COME BACK!"
"Marzia! Felix is pretending to be a doctor again!" Harold yelled to the woman as he read a newspaper, his eyes scanning the paper. He turned the page as Marzia walked passed him.
"Again?" Marzia asked, she was a young woman, she had long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, she'd make any man swoon for her, but she was the only nurse that Felix or 'Pewdiepie' liked, according to him they were dating and that his 'Bros' found her very attractive as well. He will only calm down whenever she was around or whenever she told him to. Sometimes, Harold will catch her playing with him, indulging him in his fantasies.
"Pewdie?" Marzia called for the man as she unlatched the cell door.
"Oh, Marzia. Hallo, I was playin' surgeon simulator again, my bro's love it." Felix said with a happy smile. Harold sighed, he should be doing his rounds right about now. Each nurse is assigned to different people. Lots of nurses, lots of people. Right now, he had to check on Mr. Tuner first.
Making his way towards the young man's cell, Harold could hear the people talk as he passed them.
"What up, my Biches!?"
"Hello guys, Minx here."
"Hellllloooo, I'm the Nostalgia critic, I remember it so you don't have to!"
"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to..."
Harold shook his head, these poor people. Living in a false world...Literally talking to the walls.
It made Harold sigh, really. He made it to Mr. Tuner's cell, unlatching the door, he walked in, Mr. Tuner was talking.
"Audience? What are you doing in the bed?!" Toby turned and saw Harold, he then turned to the wall and spoke.
"Steven! Edit him out!" Toby yelled at the wall pointing to Harold.
"Toby..." Was all Harold could say, Toby was a nice guy, shame that he was stuck in the world he thinks exist.
"Lots of things to do today, Audience, lots of things." Toby said to the wall, as he got up from his bed, Harold could only nod as he walked inside the room a little more.
"Oh? What do you have planned?" Harold asked Toby, Toby turned to him then went back to the wall.
"Steven!? Why isn't he edited out yet!?" He yelled, pointing towards Harold.
Gently, Harold couched down and touched Toby's shoulders causing the young man to look at Harold.
"Toby? it's time to go and see Dr. Joss."
Dr. Joss was the Therapist of the institution, she knows how to delve into these people's Psyche to figure out why they think like this, to figure out what caused them to leave reality. It was no secret what caused Toby to leave this reality and go into the reality of "Youtube".
"But, I have to film some more Happy wheels and Bioshock, for the audience." Toby told him, giving him a blank look, Harold smiled at Toby, a sad smile. According to Toby, he had three channels on Youtube, Tobyvlogs, Tobygames, and Tobuscus. When Toby first told Harold about it, it just made the man pity Toby even more.
"Toby, I think Happy wheels and Bioshock can wait, Dr. Joss really wants to talk to you." Harold said, slowly Toby nodded and got up.
Now, the only complaint that Harold has for his job is that he can't tell Toby about the real world, none of the nurses or orderlies can. Only the therapist can try to coax the unstable out of their shocked state. Then again, some of these people are REALLY unstable and you wouldn't want to be the one that pissed them off, like that one guy, Harold could never remember his real name, but he likes to call himself 'Mr. Creepypasta' you should hear some of the stories he tells. Very disturbing, to the point that he had to be sectioned off from the rest of the 'youtubers'.
Sadly, he's not the only one, these are people that Harold can't be the nurse to, them being so dangerous. Strange thing is, they all tell these disturbing stories. The only thing he can remember about them, is their names.
Creepsmcpasta.
MissShadowlovely.
CreepypastaJr.
and many more like them. Each of them, sick, twisted...It made Harold shudder, he was doing his rounds when he heard one of the stories that was telling. Something about this guy who cut out his eyes because they were different colors.
Harold shook his head, he was getting off track, he had to take Toby to the Therapist. As they walked out, Harold could hear it, Singing. Sounds like Hollens was at it again.
Clapping his hands and banging them against the wall, he was singing happily.
"And the walls kept tumblin' down in the city that we looove. Great clouds rolled over the hills, bringing darkness from abooovee...But if you close your eyes!" Peter Hollens sang, banging against the wall.
Harold rolled his eyes when Toby chose to join in.
"Does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? If you close your eyes, does it all most feel like you've been here before?"
When did this turn into a Disney movie?
"Oh when am I going to be an optimist about this? oh, when am I going to be an optimist about this?" Both males sang at the same time, Harold grabbed Toby's arm and lead him away from Peter's cell.
"Ah, eh, oh, ah, eh oh..." Toby hummed as they walked away. Nearing another door, They could hear the young man inside of it.
"NOOOOOOOOOO, GOD DAMMIT, KHARJO!" The man inside screamed, oh yeah, this guy, real name? unknown, but he likes to be known as, and he is not joking, the scatsbury, why? who knows. He likes doing some sort of 'videos' where he plays 'Skyrim' whatever the fuck that is, and just talks though it, doing some weird stuff. Luckily, Harold does not have to deal with him. This man was some other nurse's problem.
"Kharjo committing Genocide again?" Toby asked Scats, before the man could respond, Harold grabbed Toby's arm once again.
"Lets not keep the therapist waiting." Harold muttered to Toby, pulling him away. They neared another door, a rare type of voice was heard, a woman's voice, very rare.
"I'm the fanfic critic, I read it, you listen..."
That one was truly insane, she tried to kill herself multiple times, saying that the 'dragon balls' will bring her back. In all honesty, Harold just didn't want to know. This girl is permanently placed in suicide watch. He remember when there use to be two 'Fanfiction critics' whatever the hell fanfiction is.
The other one was more calm and relaxed, but she left a few years back, nobody heard a word of her after she left, most believe she killed herself and they just can't find her body, whatever the reason, it was none of Harold's business.
Finally, they made it to Dr. Joss's office. Opening the door, Harold brought Toby to the woman.
Dr. Jennica Joss, an African-American woman with dark skin, she had brown eyes and black hair, she was short, shorter than Harold, who was around 5'6. She had plump lips, which curved up in a smile when she saw Toby.
"Ah, Yes, Mr. Tuner, Please sit, we have much to talk about." She told him and then looked at Harold.
"Mr. Lough, I see no reason to keep you here, go on." She told him and with a nod, Harold turned and left. He nodded the security officer that was standing outside of her office, he nodded back towards Harold.
Harold had about ten minutes to kill before he goes to check on the Smosh boys, might as well read his paper. He found himself sitting at a small table, reading the same paper that he was reading earlier. Just ten minutes.