A Gateway to Madness
Disclaimer: I don't own Game Boy Advance, Little League, or Pokemon. I DO own Doctor Bradley Davis.
Part 4
6:16 AM ~ Day 1
Thomas lay on his hospital bed, snoozing lightly. His GameBoy Advance sat, unused, next to him. Suddenly, someone was shaking him awake.
"The Little League team found him in the baseball field. He's been talking about...IT." This was Dr. Hillson talking. "I gave him the shot when he fell asleep."
"My gosh, IT! Are you sure?" A new voice, a deep male voice.
"What's IT?" Thomas asked. He opened his eyes to see an old man. "Who are you?"
"My name is Doctor Bradley Davis. You can call me Brad. Come with me, Thomas."
Janet picked up the GameBoy, glanced at the screen, and fell over.
They left the boy's stuff in the room. As they exited, Brad pushed another button which read "FAINT". Thomas was going to ask if that was for Pokemon too, but the sights of the hospital hallway silenced him.
Children in wheelchairs rolled past. Men with canes limped along. And two teenagers in straightjackets were herded into a room marked "APA". This was the room which Brad took Thomas to, saying that he was "free to roam in here."
The room was more than just a room; it was more like an apartment. The main part was like a living room. Part of it was partitioned off to be a kitchen, and as Thomas walked down a hallway, he saw six bedrooms, three on each side, each one with a number on it. At the end of the hall were three rooms marked "Clean Room", "Vent Room", and "Bath Room". Entering the bathroom, he saw that it had stalls, four with toilets, four with showers. He used the restroom and washed his hands.
Someone was calling his name. "Thomas! to the clean room!" Anxious to see what the "Clean Room" was, he ran over to it. A woman was waiting for him.
"Hello. I am Tonya Brown. I'll be your therapist. So, you like Pokemon?"
He had almost forgotten Pokemon. "God, yes! I love Pokemon! That's why I came here."
"Why is that?"
"Because I love Pokemon!"
"Perhaps I should rephrase that; where is here?"
"The Poke-World!"
"How would you feel if I told you that this is the regular world?"
"I'd say I'd have to try again."
"What if I said that there are no Pokemon?"
"I'd say 'CRAP! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! CRAP!'"
"You already said crap."
"Oh, thanks."
"Well, there are no Pokemon."
"CRAP! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! um, GOOBERS!"
"Well, that's a start."
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Disclaimer: I don't own Game Boy Advance, Little League, or Pokemon. I DO own Doctor Bradley Davis.
Part 4
6:16 AM ~ Day 1
Thomas lay on his hospital bed, snoozing lightly. His GameBoy Advance sat, unused, next to him. Suddenly, someone was shaking him awake.
"The Little League team found him in the baseball field. He's been talking about...IT." This was Dr. Hillson talking. "I gave him the shot when he fell asleep."
"My gosh, IT! Are you sure?" A new voice, a deep male voice.
"What's IT?" Thomas asked. He opened his eyes to see an old man. "Who are you?"
"My name is Doctor Bradley Davis. You can call me Brad. Come with me, Thomas."
Janet picked up the GameBoy, glanced at the screen, and fell over.
They left the boy's stuff in the room. As they exited, Brad pushed another button which read "FAINT". Thomas was going to ask if that was for Pokemon too, but the sights of the hospital hallway silenced him.
Children in wheelchairs rolled past. Men with canes limped along. And two teenagers in straightjackets were herded into a room marked "APA". This was the room which Brad took Thomas to, saying that he was "free to roam in here."
The room was more than just a room; it was more like an apartment. The main part was like a living room. Part of it was partitioned off to be a kitchen, and as Thomas walked down a hallway, he saw six bedrooms, three on each side, each one with a number on it. At the end of the hall were three rooms marked "Clean Room", "Vent Room", and "Bath Room". Entering the bathroom, he saw that it had stalls, four with toilets, four with showers. He used the restroom and washed his hands.
Someone was calling his name. "Thomas! to the clean room!" Anxious to see what the "Clean Room" was, he ran over to it. A woman was waiting for him.
"Hello. I am Tonya Brown. I'll be your therapist. So, you like Pokemon?"
He had almost forgotten Pokemon. "God, yes! I love Pokemon! That's why I came here."
"Why is that?"
"Because I love Pokemon!"
"Perhaps I should rephrase that; where is here?"
"The Poke-World!"
"How would you feel if I told you that this is the regular world?"
"I'd say I'd have to try again."
"What if I said that there are no Pokemon?"
"I'd say 'CRAP! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! CRAP!'"
"You already said crap."
"Oh, thanks."
"Well, there are no Pokemon."
"CRAP! FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! um, GOOBERS!"
"Well, that's a start."
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Review, and I'll review at least one of yours!