One week in the nuthouse. It was the longest I'd ever been confined... So what? I beat that gangbanger senseless with a shovel. I snorted cocaine. I almost killed that sleazy doctor who's been harassing me and the girl.
Stop it. Look, I've been cooped up in Blackwing for over a week now. Thank Venus that Lillian, Zoey, and Suki are in here. Otherwise shit would be even harder than it already is. That doctor, Dr. Spengler (that's a pretty fucking weird name) is a fucking nutjob. Lillian told me to be careful around him. As much as I don't like her, I'd sooner trust her than some sleazy doctor who's friends with Beckman.
Regardless, shit's been insane in here. There have been multiple fights, thankfully not involving me (not yet). Sarah's dealing with some chick named Cassie, that dumbass Scott's been tearing up the place and saying he wants his trash bag. Seriously, is this even real? What has this place done to people? Blackwing obviously isn't such a quiet mountain town. Maybe in the abandoned villages, but definitely not in the asylum.
I'm really worried about what's been going on back home. I don't have my phone on me and that buck-toothed prick Dwayne had doxed me shortly before I was committed. No doubt Percy actually did get the Swire Brothers a flight from Indigopolis to Commotion City. It's happened before. If I'm not there, Tiffany and the rest of my friends wouldn't stand a chance. I still need to get an update from her...
Anyway, this is all I can really write in this journal. That dumb shit Scott's throwing a tantrum again. Seriously, what's with his obsession over trash bags? Clearly he has some weird fetish. Reminds me of someone I knew. Wait, what's he doing?
"NO MORE!" the disabled man said, bashing the door to the exit.
"Scottie, calm down!" a nurse said.
The large man turned around, looking at the nurse.
"Scottie calm down... Scottie calm down..." he said, panting.
JD had dealt with something like this before while under Greenseed's possession. The patient that acted like this ended up with his hair turning gray at a young age, due to a side-effect from his harsh treatment.
"There now." the nurse said, slowly trying to tame the disabled man.
Right when Scott seemed to be in a stable mood, he randomly banged on the door again without warning. But to everyone's surprise, he had managed to bust the door open, giving all of the patients a chance to escape.
Uh oh...
"Hell yeah! Let's start a riot!" the red-haired woman said, beginning to start a swarm in the mental institution.
Clyde joined her, storming out from the broken door. Unfortunately, Lillian also began to make a break for it, most likely eating this up as an opportunity to have fun after being bored for so long.
"Lily-chan! Come back!" Sarah shouted, who was obviously not that clueless to join in the riot.
Huh, looks like Suki was smarter than Lil for once.
"Senpai! Lily-chan's escaped! Oi! Someone's gotta save her."
Ugh, more weeb talk. Seriously, she needs to touch some grass when she gets out of here.
"I can't do anything about it." he replied.
She sighed, trying to calm herself down with another anime reference.
"This reminds me of that one hentai where this half-lizard, half-lady escaped a prison and had sex with her cell mates, since it wasn't allowed."
Everyone just looked at her, thinking that this weeb knew about some of the most crazy anime in existence.
"Suki, what the hell is wrong with you?" Morris said, seeming more corelated than usual.
"I just miss anime, that's all! Mmhmm!"
The Dominican barber shook his head, thinking that even she was crazy, coming from someone who had severe schizophrenia.
Suddenly, a nurse walked in, realizing that there was an emergency situation. It was a day they had feared for a long while.
"Stay back, everyone. We have everything under control-"
As soon as the hospital staff was about to finish stating that, a large growling sound was heard from downstairs. At that moment, a vast sense of fear struck the entire hospital. It was pretty obvious that Scott had now transformed into the supposed "Trash Man", which JD didn't entirely believe in.
"Uh... Anyone wanna volunteer sedating him?" the nurse said, now too scared to try and retrieve their unstable patient.
Everyone shook their heads, all except Justin and Zoey.
"I volunteer as tribute." the cyber chick said, seeming more open to the idea than everyone else.
"Y-Yeah. I'll help her." the 23 year old added, wanting to tag team with her.
Even if it was probably against the hospital's policy to let patients take responsibility for another person's rampage, this seemed like a good opportunity to do that. The nurse then handed both Justin and Zoey a syringe.
"Try to put one in each of his thighs and try not to get torn to pieces. We're counting on you two." they said, giving instructions.
They both nodded, knowing this was a dangerous mission. If the rumor about Scott Grossman was true, no doubt this could easily be a life or death situation.
The two friends headed out with the staff's permission. Justin couldn't help but wonder why the cyber chick was so open to hunting down a mentally deranged lunatic with an obsession for trash bags.
"So, why are we doing this again?" he asked.
"Hmm..." she said. "Well, considering that Lillian decided to join in on the mayhem, it would be foolish to not rescue her."
Oh, so it's a rescue mission, eh? What is this, Rapunzel?
"Well, I guess that's fair. Knowing her, she probably bumped into the Trash Man by now."
"Yes. I also wanted to achieve this task because the wing we've been staying in alters the way I do my readings. A breath of fresher air is all I need."
He looked at Zoey, wondering what that meant.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, being in a confined space for a certain period of time can tamper with my mind. It keeps me from doing my readings properly. It's the reason why I did not suspect you here until I saw you the previous week."
"I see." he replied, somewhat understanding this.
"So, a brief change of scenery was much needed, even if it's still the same building I've been in since late June."
Zoey's one interesting girl, that's for sure. I wonder if she could perform that good luck spell she promised almost a year ago...
Justin and Zoey made it to where the growling noise was coming from: the basement.
"Oh shit..." he said, realizing that he was down there. It was terrifying hearing a growling sound coming from a dark basement like this, especially in a mental hospital.
"Hmmm... Yes, he is down there." the cyber chick stated.
No shit, Zoey.
"So, how are we gonna do this? He's probably down there with Lillian's disfigured body and there's not a fucking thing I can do about it."
"Worry not, Justin Dark... I think. There is a switch down there that can turn on the lights. One of us will have to go down there to turn it on. I pick you."
She thinks? Shit, she must be getting an idea now...
"M-Me?!" he said, being a bit nervous having to go down there by himself.
"Yes. You will be fine going down there. Trust me on this one."
I really hope she's using her fortune telling powers instead of wanting me to wing it.
He hesitantly went down there, knowing it was going to be risky. He was stuck in a dark space with an obese, mentally insane man who was going on a rampage over trash bags. He knew this was an unnerving situation to be in, almost as much as with what he was dealing with regarding Stefano.
"Alright, where is that switch?" he said, fumbling in the dark.
Suddenly, he felt the hard texture with a button on it. He pulled it, having the lights all turn on in this gloomy, almost flooded basement. Seriously, there was water everywhere, even if it was very shallow.
But he then saw something terrifying. Scott Grossman, who was usually just a greasy, obese man with a severe mental disorder, was now wearing nothing but trash bags and wires on him. The overall appearance was intimidating, scary even. He had a bag on his head with eye-sockets cut into them. It looked like a real life horror movie where the killer is named the "Trash Man".
He should be called the Mad Man. He literally made a trash bag into a complete mask within a small amount of time. If he weren't so deranged, he'd be good at DIY.
"LITTLE SHIT! TIME TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH!" he yelled, plunging towards him. Justin was now terrified, knowing how dangerous this man actually was. This was no false rumor, this was legit.
"AH!" he shrieked, proceeding to run away from this man, this BEHEMOTH from the dumpster.
As he was being pursued by the Trash Man, screaming for his life, Zoey made her way down to the basement to assist him.
"Zoey, I could use a little help here!" he shouted, being backed into a corner.
The cyber chick knew how to plan things, using her own strategies. There was no room for mistakes.
Time to use a little stealth.
As Justin was cornered, probably about to be consumed and/or decapitated by this monster, Zoey snuck up behind him, injected the first syringe into his right thigh.
"UGH!" he yelled. Zoey told JD to inject the other one in his left thigh, which he happily did.
"There!" he shouted.
The large man began stumbling around, being affected by the sedatives that the nurse gave to both of them.
"SCOTTIE sleepy..." he said, falling to the ground and making a huge thump. Damn, sounds like a literal dump truck dumping waste.
Justin was now panting, realizing the mission was a success.
"Whew! That was close." he said, surprised it went as smoothly as it did.
He walked up to the unconscious trash man, still admiring the work he did with those trash bags.
"Shit, I almost feel bad for the guy. He'd make a decent fashion designer."
The cyber chick glanced at him, remembering something they needed to discuss later on. But right now, there was another matter at hand.
"Yes, but where's Lillian?" the cyber chick asked, wondering where their troubled goth friend was.
Suddenly, they heard a rather feminine screech coming from upstairs, knowing damn well who it belonged to.
"LILLIAN!" they both shouted, now running in that direction, concerned for her safety.
As soon as they went upstairs, they found Lillian in the cafeteria, brown covering her face.
"Lillian!" he shouted. "Are you okay?"
She swallowed, needing to respond. "Like, yeah? I just left the unit to get a candy bar or whatever. I was fucking starving."
Wait, REALLY?
"But why ever did you screech in agony?" the cyber chick asked.
"Like, they were out of my fav bar, so I got pissed off. Had to settle for something lame." she stated, taking another bite out of the bar she claimed was 'lame'.
Jeez, if it's so lame, why the fuck is she eating it?
JD chuckled, thinking the sarcastic tone was funny for once. She looked at him, realizing this was the first time he was able to crack a smile since he showed up.
"Like, do you find that funny or?" the goth said.
The smile quickly turned back into a frown, realizing that the goth didn't exactly take the chuckle too well.
"N-No." he said, discarding it. "I'm just happy you didn't get torn to pieces."
"Whatever." she replied, taking another bite of her candy bar.
Since they all headed back up to the unit voluntarily, Cassie and Clyde had to be forced back by security. They really were a couple of trouble-makers.
Scott was placed in solitary confinement, as his rampage caused severe damage to the entire hospital. Piles of trash were all over the place. The door to the unit had to be repaired. Thankfully, nobody was severely hurt in this situation.
Unfortunately, things got quiet after the Korean made a break for it. Something was up with this mostly mute man. Justin debated on talking to him, trying to empathize if he could. But he was too worried about his own conflict to really say anything. Not only that: Clyde had a bad aura surrounding him. At least Zoey got her third-eye ability back. Maybe now, she could do some proper readings.