Mt. Geroka's House for the Mentally Ill is a large building that looks really nice and welcoming on the outside. Once you go inside, however, it's a different story.
I woke up feeling awful, but what was to be expected from a boy who was knocked out with something large and heavy after being kidnapped? I also woke up sitting in a chair with a bright light above me. A man with one of the creepiest smiles I had ever seen sat in front of me. He reminded me of the Undertaker. "Would you like some tea, Ciel?" He spoke to me as if we were old friends. Judging by how two big guards that looked like the ones from before stood behind him, I didn't have an agonizing yearning to be his friend.
"It's Earl Phantomhive to you." I snapped, but I still took the tea. I stared into the brown liquid, brow furrowing. Where was I? Why did they kidnap me? Who was this man? "Ah, yes, the young earl... Do you like being an earl, Earl Phantomhive?" The man leaned forward again with another smile. I really didn't like this, but instead I nodded. He started to laugh quietly, before taking a sip of his own tea in front of him. "Well, then... I should have you know that I am an earl myself. I think now's a good time for introductions, too, don't you think?" He suddenly stretched out his hand. "My name is Lloyd Asplund, and I'm here to give you a warm welcome to your new home here at Geroka!"
There was that weird word again. Geroka. Suddenly, he stood up, and judging by the barrel of a gun that nudged the back of my neck, I had to stand up, too. The door opened, and unfortunately, the hallways had the same lighting as the room I was just in. Lovely.
"This is Mt. Geroka's House for the Mentally Ill, and we're in the Ward 4, where you will be residing. Now, there's a good chance you won't be here forever, but we might as well make you comfy since we are trying to help you!" Lloyd's voice was too chipper for the situation. He used a finger to prop up his glasses, and thankfully he couldn't see the glare I was shooting at him. "Why am I here?" I then asked. I was positive that I was sane.
Lloyd suddenly looked back, put his hands on my shoulders, and pouted his lips, replying, "Well, Earl Phantomhive, it's obvious that your mental health isn't the best. We here at Geroka only take the most interesting cases, and yours was rather peculiar. If you think you're going to get hurt-" He was cut off by the sound of a young man screaming down the hall, and he sighed. "-...then that won't be the case. For you, at least." He then smiled, but he didn't move. I then smacked one of his arms from my shoulders and growled.
"I am not mad, and I want to be taken home. As the Earl of Phantomhive I order you to take me home this instant. My butler will be waiting for me." My words, cold as ice, clearly put a look of surprise onto that white-haired fuck's face. He pouted again, crossing his arms. "Yes, of course... He will be waiting-"
"Then take me home to him!"
Everything went silent. The barrel of the gun suddenly came into contact with the back of my head, and once again I was pushed onto the floor. "Yer butler isn't real, y' insane little shit! That's why yer 'ere!" The guard that pushed me down yelled, and I quickly processed his words. Sebastian was too real. I was sure of it. He saved me, made a contract with me, and took me to live peacefully again. Of course he was real.
"Kid's a fucking psycho..." Another one of the guards remarked, and it was an act of impulse, my next action. I turned around, grabbing the pistol the guard behind me carried, and I shot them both in the head. I then screamed, "SEBASTIAN IS REAL," over and over again. Behind me, I could hear Lloyd sigh, and suddenly, I turned to face him. My hands shook, and my teeth were gritted. "You will take me to Sebastian... I want to go home."
The man once again sighed. He ran his fingers through his hair, and snapped his fingers. Of course, I was hit again, and I fell to the ground with fading vision.
"I believe Earl Phantomhive will find better residence in Ward 13."