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Alright guys. First and most important thing, THIS IS NOT MY STORY. Its a MIRROR from the Homestuck kink meme and was written by ribsgrowback there.

ribsgrowback has given permission for people to mirror their fanfiction, so I am going to do it here. Original can be found here: ht tp: / homesmut .livejournal .com / 9406 . ht ml? thread = 14554302 just remove the spaces.

This is the original promt from the meme:

I've seen things about Karkat having self-harm issues. And it made me think that maybe someone could write an AU where the trolls are in a psychiatric treatment center? And I guess the kids could be the therapists/psychiatrists, especially Rose, since she's into psychoanalysis. No smut necessary, but I like Sollux/Feferi, Gamzee/Tavros, and most other pairings if you want to add it.

I will be updating the chapters as close as possible to when the author post new stuff on the kink meme. Also, rating and genre may (and are quite likely) to change, MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS LATER. I WILL MARK THESE CHAPTERS. I say MAY because I have no idea what the original author is planning, seeing as I am just mirroring for them.

This is a really great story, so lets all enjoy it!

Your name is KANAYA MARYAM, and the first thing that people tend to notice about you is that you are exceptionally thin. Willowy, even. Slender, twiggy, sleek, lithe, skinny-your picture would be in the dictionary after any of these words. You take immense pride in this, even though lately your picture would probably be next to the word "Gollum". This is also the reason that you just went through a metal detector, had your cell phone confiscated-as well as all potentially sharp objects, long cords, and shoes-and are unpacking what is left of your things in a tiny shared room at a psychiatric hospital. You have yet to meet the person with whom you will be sharing this room, but you hope that they will not be too messy, or loud, or meddlesome, and you especially hope that they will not be thinner than you.

Vriska Serket proves to be almost all of those things-all, if you replaced slenderness with an extra helping of drama. She bursts into the room in a whirlwind of untamed hair, unkempt clothes, injuries, and acne and unceremoniously dumps her bag on the available bed. Her left eye is blackened, and her left arm is in a large, blue cast and sling.

"Soooooooo, I guess you're my roomm8, huh?" she grins-how does someone smile that widely without breaking their face?-revealing blue-banded braces. You shrug. She walks over, extending a hand. "I'm Vriska. Vriska Serket."

"Kanaya Maryam." You awkwardly shake hands. It feels oddly formal, and is only made weirder by the fact that she's extending the broken arm for you to shake-while it's still in the sling.

"So what're you here for? Wait, 8et I can guess! Judging by the size of you, you're one of those compulsive eaters, huh? Too many emotions and you gra8 the Cherry Garcia? I mean look at you, you're freaking huuuuuuuuge!"

"What?" She has to be joking, she has to be, there's no way she could honestly think you're fat-

"Jeeeeeeeez, I was kidding. Learn to take a joke, Maryam. And eat something, jegus, do you disappear when you turn sidew8s?" she cackles, then upends her bag on her bed and starts shoving clothes into your shared chest of drawers. You scowl.

"I'm Going To Treat That Like Another Joke. What Are You Here For Then?"

Vriska sighs dramatically, and flops down on the bed. "Weeeeeeeell, according to rumor that may or may not 8e 8ased in fact, butclaims to 8e 8ased in psychi8try, I'm a 8orderline sociopath and a compulsive li8r and I've got some 8ullshit thing called 8orderline personality disorder. But the truth is, I just like to take risks."

You honestly can't tell if you love this girl, or want to kill her.