Insane Asylum
A/N: I forgot to mention, the likeliness of this fic revolves around the 3rd season, where RnR break up, but Joey still has a crush on Rachel, ok? Thanks! CnM fans don't worry! OH! Please, I advise everyone here to read Exintaris' work. It will just blow you away! (
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What's the color of death? Is it black, like the cloak that he wears when he beckons you? Or is it red, the red of his hypnotizing eyes that lead you into his grasp? I told you to beware of room 666, and now you have seen him. It only gets worse, in Green Hills Insane Asylum....
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Ross, Rachel and Joey all sat in the kitchen, coffees in hand; they hadn't slept at all that night. It was now 7:00 am, and they knew that Monica, Chandler and the others should be down soon enough. They didn't really know what to say. They just sat there, listening to the creaks and groans of the evil that certainly crept inside of this place. Phoebe was the first one down. She looked tired, and as if she had had just as much sleep as they had.
"Hey guys. How did you sleep?" She asked groggily. No one answered at first. Rachel finally spoke.
"Phoebe, is there something in here?" She asked. Phoebe set out a cup to pour her own coffee.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Ross looked up.
"You know what we mean." He said. "Rachel 'claimed' to have contact with something-" He was cut off by Rachel, who was very offended.
"You were there too!" She yelled. "You heard him too! Don't single me out to be crazy!"
"Uh, I never SAW anything." Ross said huffily. "And that scratching could have been anything!" He put on a defense quickly. Rachel simply threw her hands into the air and stomped off. Phoebe glared at Ross.
"Are you EVER done undermining people?" She asked, before following Rachel. She paused. "You will never accept something other then what you believe, will you?" She finished. Everyone was on edge. Everyone was out of sorts and tired. No one knew what to expect next. Ross was one of them.
After everyone was dressed, Ayden began barking orders. Monica was not too keen about not being in charge, but bit her tongue. She looked around. Ross, Joey, and Rachel looked pretty upset. She wasn't sure why. Chandler and her had slept fine. There was no sign of 'ghosts' or 'demons.' Actually, she had slept better than she had in a long time...maybe that was because she felt safe around Chandler. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt closer to him within the pass few weeks before even coming here. Just getting over Richard was hard for her, and Chandler was so sweet to her.
"OAKY!" Ayden shouted. This snapped Monica out of her thoughts. "Here's the deal. My research is spread out around this place. Here's what I need. Joey, you go down to the basement and look around. Monica and Chandler, look in the staff room on this floor. Ross and Rachel-" Both exchanged evil glances. "You guys search around the storage rooms, Phoebe, help me in the laboratory." He said quickly. Joey looked around.
"Why do I have to go alone?" He asked. Ayden as caught off guard; He thought that Joey would be the brave one. He sighed.
"Fine, Joey, come with Phoebe and me." He said. "Everyone else, you know what to do."
The room cleared out.
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Chandler's hand stuck through the cracked door and he flipped on the light. Luckily, there was nothing in the staff room besides a small bed, a few desks and a lot of dust. Chandler led Monica in. She looked around and sighed, hoping to find something that would scare her, but there was no such luck.
"Let's look around." She said. She walked over to a few TVs that were stacked on top of one another, and looked behind them. Nothing. Chandler opened desk drawers. Nothing. Both looked at one another before looking at a closet that they hadn't noticed before. Chandler rolled his shoulders in one swift movement before walking over to it daringly. Monica held up a pencil, just in case. Chandler opened the door quickly. Monica dropped her pencil.
The closet was filled with jars. The jars contained water that was stale and yellow. Inside those 30 or so jars were the embryos of many unborn babies. Monica walked to the jars slowly. Chandler felt sick, like he was going to vomit. Monica felt a sudden rage inside of her.
"Who would do this?" She asked quietly. Chandler pulled her away from the door, but she didn't want to move. "Who would DO this?" She asked louder. Chandler began pulling her back as she kept trying to enter the closet; finally he managed to get the door shut. "Why are they in a closet? Why are they in the staff room?!" She began getting hysteric.
"Mon- Monica! It's ok!" Chandler tried to coax.
"NO!" She yelled. "Those babies never even got a chance!" She said quieter before collapsing onto a nearby chair. Chandler didn't know what to do. He kneeled down beside her.
"Monica, it's okay." He hugged her tightly. Monica sobbed. Chandler didn't understand why this upset her so.
"I will never have one of those, and there are people who kill them." She said, her tears slowly disappearing. Chandler was there instantly with comfort.
"Don't say that, Mon!" He said. "You will. One day, you will have a bunch of those!" He comforted. She tilted her head mildly.
"Really?" She sniffed.
"When you meet the right guy. You date a while. He holds your hand..." Chandler began, demonstrating by taking a hold of her hand. It was then that Monica felt it. An instant connection she never noticed before. "And then, you just... You just know." He smiled. Monica didn't give him a chance to finish. She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Chandler felt weird at first, but in a good way. He wasn't scared of taken off guard. Something inside of him wanted it too.
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"Why do we have to go in there?" Ross asked. Rachel turned around and looked it him in pure loathe.
"What, are you scared?" She asked. Ross shook his head. Rachel turned back around. "I need my clothes. If I am going to have to sleep in the same room as you I might want my clothes." She said. Ross raised his eyebrows, but only for a second. He continued to follow her into her room. The window in the room was still open, and everything looked the same. Ross stood in the doorway. "Aren't you coming?" She asked. "I thought you didn't 'believe' in this stuff?" She asked. Ross scoffed.
"I don't." He said. Ross looked around nervously before beginning to pick up her clothes. "So, what ever happened to you dating Ayden?" He asked, holding up a bra. Rachel, who had her back turned to him smiled, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Ross' true colors, his jealous colors, could show.
"We're just friends." She said shortly. Ross put the bra in a bag. "It's good though, he makes up for the one idiot friend I lost a few hours ago."
"Oh, come on Rach! You can't still be mad at me from this morning." He said shoving more clothes into her bag.
"Well, I am, ok? You just always have to be right. And I am tired of it! I want you to be wrong, for once. Even with the whole Chloe incident, you swore you were in the right!" She said sharply. Ross groaned.
"Rachel, I told you that was my fault! I don't want to bring that into this though because that is not the point!" Ross said.
"Then what the hell is the point, Ross? I have been waiting for that 'Rachel and Ross Moment' where everything would be okay, and we would be together and everything would be how it used to." She said. "But obviously that isn't going to happen. Neither of us are even trying!" She said. Ross stepped back.
"I never said anything about us getting back together. How did we even get ON this subject?" He asked. Rachel walked over to him and took her under ware from his hands and shoved them into her bag.
"I don't know. But when are you going to start trying?" She asked.
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"Joey, turn that damn thing off!" Ayden said for the millionth time. Joey's camera continued to scan the dark basement room. Phoebe and Ayden continued their prowling for information. Phoebe stopped. Something in the room shifted.
"Something's in here." She whispered. Joey turned the camera towards her and listened inventively. "He's angry." She said. Ayden didn't stop looking. Joey began to wander also. He moved his camera along the wide bookshelves. Phoebe began to sweat. "Can we leave? I don't like the energy in this room." She whispered. Joey began getting freaked out. Ayden looked relatively calm for how Phoebe was speaking.
Joey gripped onto Phoebes arm and they inched their way towards the door. That's when Phoebe saw it.
"Joey.." She whispered. "Move it back to that bed over there." She said meaning the camera. Joey made the camera zoom in on the bed. Through the camera, both saw a man. The man looked as if he were screaming. He was tied to the bed. That's when the demon came into frame, he had a needle. He neared the man slowly. Suddenly, he stabbed the needle through the man's neck and looked over at the camera, before began towards them.
"Ayden!" Joey screamed. Ayden dropped his book and ran with them out of the basement. As Phoebe and Joey were running, they couldn't help think the same thought. The man on that bed in the camera... Was Ross.
They finally found the rest of the group, waiting in the cafeteria. The demon was coming up fast, but Ayden got the cafeteria double doors shut just in time.
"What the hell was that?!" Rachel screeched. Ayden glanced around at the six angry faces.
"What aren't you telling us?" Ross asked deafeningly right after her.
"Okay! Okay!" Ayden yelled. "I might have stretched the truth a little."
"How- much- is- a little?" Phoebe spat angrily between her teeth.
"They didn't shut this place down because of funding. They shut the place down when the hauntings became, well,...violent." Suddenly, all of the lights went out, and only the outlines of the people in the room could be seen.
"Well that's a pretty big way of stretching the truth!" Joey yelled hysterically.
"Violent like how?" Monica inquired, calmer than the others had. Ayden looked pretty scared recounting these occurrences.
"Patients found massacred. Nurses getting hit with trays and pushed down flights of stairs. Detached limbs found in random places and some people just, disappearing." He said.
"Why the hell didn't you think it was important to tell us this?!" Chandler yelled.
"I needed you! I needed Phoebe!" Ayden yelled back.
"You needed that research." Phoebe said. "What exactly is this research on?" Phoebe asked crossly. Ayden looked down at his feet. A panic-stricken Ross quickly grabbed Ayden by the collar, pushing his up against the wall.
"Answer her!" He roared.
"ALRIGHT!" Ayden screamed. "Alright! The research is- it's on how subjects deal with fear-provoking situations!"
"WE'RE the research?" Chandler yelled. Ayden nodded slowly.
"And you thought you'd just have a heyday getting us KILLED?" Rachel screamed hitting him against the shoulder and chest rapidly. Ayden quickly brought his hand up and slapped the hysterical Rachel across the cheek. Instantly upon reflex, Ross turned around quickly, punching Ayden square in the nose.
"Don't- TOUCH- Her." He said slowly. "Now, you are going to get us out of here. I mean NOW." Ross said pointing. The others agreed. Rachel looked at Ross from a few feet away, rubbing her stinging cheek. It surprised her that after all that she had said to him, he stood up for her.
"I can't get you out." Ayden said slowly, leaning against the wall for support.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked.
"The doors are locked from the outside." He yelled. He stood up. "Don't all understand? I brought you here to DIE!" He began to freak out, and this time it was Joey who punched him. Ayden fell like a whip to the floor. Joey kneeled beside him.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out." Joey said, patting him on the shoulder. He stood up to the group.
"What are we going to do?" Monica asked. As of then, none of them knew.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
A/N: I forgot to mention, the likeliness of this fic revolves around the 3rd season, where RnR break up, but Joey still has a crush on Rachel, ok? Thanks! CnM fans don't worry! OH! Please, I advise everyone here to read Exintaris' work. It will just blow you away! (
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What's the color of death? Is it black, like the cloak that he wears when he beckons you? Or is it red, the red of his hypnotizing eyes that lead you into his grasp? I told you to beware of room 666, and now you have seen him. It only gets worse, in Green Hills Insane Asylum....
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Ross, Rachel and Joey all sat in the kitchen, coffees in hand; they hadn't slept at all that night. It was now 7:00 am, and they knew that Monica, Chandler and the others should be down soon enough. They didn't really know what to say. They just sat there, listening to the creaks and groans of the evil that certainly crept inside of this place. Phoebe was the first one down. She looked tired, and as if she had had just as much sleep as they had.
"Hey guys. How did you sleep?" She asked groggily. No one answered at first. Rachel finally spoke.
"Phoebe, is there something in here?" She asked. Phoebe set out a cup to pour her own coffee.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Ross looked up.
"You know what we mean." He said. "Rachel 'claimed' to have contact with something-" He was cut off by Rachel, who was very offended.
"You were there too!" She yelled. "You heard him too! Don't single me out to be crazy!"
"Uh, I never SAW anything." Ross said huffily. "And that scratching could have been anything!" He put on a defense quickly. Rachel simply threw her hands into the air and stomped off. Phoebe glared at Ross.
"Are you EVER done undermining people?" She asked, before following Rachel. She paused. "You will never accept something other then what you believe, will you?" She finished. Everyone was on edge. Everyone was out of sorts and tired. No one knew what to expect next. Ross was one of them.
After everyone was dressed, Ayden began barking orders. Monica was not too keen about not being in charge, but bit her tongue. She looked around. Ross, Joey, and Rachel looked pretty upset. She wasn't sure why. Chandler and her had slept fine. There was no sign of 'ghosts' or 'demons.' Actually, she had slept better than she had in a long time...maybe that was because she felt safe around Chandler. She didn't know exactly why, but she felt closer to him within the pass few weeks before even coming here. Just getting over Richard was hard for her, and Chandler was so sweet to her.
"OAKY!" Ayden shouted. This snapped Monica out of her thoughts. "Here's the deal. My research is spread out around this place. Here's what I need. Joey, you go down to the basement and look around. Monica and Chandler, look in the staff room on this floor. Ross and Rachel-" Both exchanged evil glances. "You guys search around the storage rooms, Phoebe, help me in the laboratory." He said quickly. Joey looked around.
"Why do I have to go alone?" He asked. Ayden as caught off guard; He thought that Joey would be the brave one. He sighed.
"Fine, Joey, come with Phoebe and me." He said. "Everyone else, you know what to do."
The room cleared out.
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Chandler's hand stuck through the cracked door and he flipped on the light. Luckily, there was nothing in the staff room besides a small bed, a few desks and a lot of dust. Chandler led Monica in. She looked around and sighed, hoping to find something that would scare her, but there was no such luck.
"Let's look around." She said. She walked over to a few TVs that were stacked on top of one another, and looked behind them. Nothing. Chandler opened desk drawers. Nothing. Both looked at one another before looking at a closet that they hadn't noticed before. Chandler rolled his shoulders in one swift movement before walking over to it daringly. Monica held up a pencil, just in case. Chandler opened the door quickly. Monica dropped her pencil.
The closet was filled with jars. The jars contained water that was stale and yellow. Inside those 30 or so jars were the embryos of many unborn babies. Monica walked to the jars slowly. Chandler felt sick, like he was going to vomit. Monica felt a sudden rage inside of her.
"Who would do this?" She asked quietly. Chandler pulled her away from the door, but she didn't want to move. "Who would DO this?" She asked louder. Chandler began pulling her back as she kept trying to enter the closet; finally he managed to get the door shut. "Why are they in a closet? Why are they in the staff room?!" She began getting hysteric.
"Mon- Monica! It's ok!" Chandler tried to coax.
"NO!" She yelled. "Those babies never even got a chance!" She said quieter before collapsing onto a nearby chair. Chandler didn't know what to do. He kneeled down beside her.
"Monica, it's okay." He hugged her tightly. Monica sobbed. Chandler didn't understand why this upset her so.
"I will never have one of those, and there are people who kill them." She said, her tears slowly disappearing. Chandler was there instantly with comfort.
"Don't say that, Mon!" He said. "You will. One day, you will have a bunch of those!" He comforted. She tilted her head mildly.
"Really?" She sniffed.
"When you meet the right guy. You date a while. He holds your hand..." Chandler began, demonstrating by taking a hold of her hand. It was then that Monica felt it. An instant connection she never noticed before. "And then, you just... You just know." He smiled. Monica didn't give him a chance to finish. She leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Chandler felt weird at first, but in a good way. He wasn't scared of taken off guard. Something inside of him wanted it too.
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"Why do we have to go in there?" Ross asked. Rachel turned around and looked it him in pure loathe.
"What, are you scared?" She asked. Ross shook his head. Rachel turned back around. "I need my clothes. If I am going to have to sleep in the same room as you I might want my clothes." She said. Ross raised his eyebrows, but only for a second. He continued to follow her into her room. The window in the room was still open, and everything looked the same. Ross stood in the doorway. "Aren't you coming?" She asked. "I thought you didn't 'believe' in this stuff?" She asked. Ross scoffed.
"I don't." He said. Ross looked around nervously before beginning to pick up her clothes. "So, what ever happened to you dating Ayden?" He asked, holding up a bra. Rachel, who had her back turned to him smiled, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Ross' true colors, his jealous colors, could show.
"We're just friends." She said shortly. Ross put the bra in a bag. "It's good though, he makes up for the one idiot friend I lost a few hours ago."
"Oh, come on Rach! You can't still be mad at me from this morning." He said shoving more clothes into her bag.
"Well, I am, ok? You just always have to be right. And I am tired of it! I want you to be wrong, for once. Even with the whole Chloe incident, you swore you were in the right!" She said sharply. Ross groaned.
"Rachel, I told you that was my fault! I don't want to bring that into this though because that is not the point!" Ross said.
"Then what the hell is the point, Ross? I have been waiting for that 'Rachel and Ross Moment' where everything would be okay, and we would be together and everything would be how it used to." She said. "But obviously that isn't going to happen. Neither of us are even trying!" She said. Ross stepped back.
"I never said anything about us getting back together. How did we even get ON this subject?" He asked. Rachel walked over to him and took her under ware from his hands and shoved them into her bag.
"I don't know. But when are you going to start trying?" She asked.
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"Joey, turn that damn thing off!" Ayden said for the millionth time. Joey's camera continued to scan the dark basement room. Phoebe and Ayden continued their prowling for information. Phoebe stopped. Something in the room shifted.
"Something's in here." She whispered. Joey turned the camera towards her and listened inventively. "He's angry." She said. Ayden didn't stop looking. Joey began to wander also. He moved his camera along the wide bookshelves. Phoebe began to sweat. "Can we leave? I don't like the energy in this room." She whispered. Joey began getting freaked out. Ayden looked relatively calm for how Phoebe was speaking.
Joey gripped onto Phoebes arm and they inched their way towards the door. That's when Phoebe saw it.
"Joey.." She whispered. "Move it back to that bed over there." She said meaning the camera. Joey made the camera zoom in on the bed. Through the camera, both saw a man. The man looked as if he were screaming. He was tied to the bed. That's when the demon came into frame, he had a needle. He neared the man slowly. Suddenly, he stabbed the needle through the man's neck and looked over at the camera, before began towards them.
"Ayden!" Joey screamed. Ayden dropped his book and ran with them out of the basement. As Phoebe and Joey were running, they couldn't help think the same thought. The man on that bed in the camera... Was Ross.
They finally found the rest of the group, waiting in the cafeteria. The demon was coming up fast, but Ayden got the cafeteria double doors shut just in time.
"What the hell was that?!" Rachel screeched. Ayden glanced around at the six angry faces.
"What aren't you telling us?" Ross asked deafeningly right after her.
"Okay! Okay!" Ayden yelled. "I might have stretched the truth a little."
"How- much- is- a little?" Phoebe spat angrily between her teeth.
"They didn't shut this place down because of funding. They shut the place down when the hauntings became, well,...violent." Suddenly, all of the lights went out, and only the outlines of the people in the room could be seen.
"Well that's a pretty big way of stretching the truth!" Joey yelled hysterically.
"Violent like how?" Monica inquired, calmer than the others had. Ayden looked pretty scared recounting these occurrences.
"Patients found massacred. Nurses getting hit with trays and pushed down flights of stairs. Detached limbs found in random places and some people just, disappearing." He said.
"Why the hell didn't you think it was important to tell us this?!" Chandler yelled.
"I needed you! I needed Phoebe!" Ayden yelled back.
"You needed that research." Phoebe said. "What exactly is this research on?" Phoebe asked crossly. Ayden looked down at his feet. A panic-stricken Ross quickly grabbed Ayden by the collar, pushing his up against the wall.
"Answer her!" He roared.
"ALRIGHT!" Ayden screamed. "Alright! The research is- it's on how subjects deal with fear-provoking situations!"
"WE'RE the research?" Chandler yelled. Ayden nodded slowly.
"And you thought you'd just have a heyday getting us KILLED?" Rachel screamed hitting him against the shoulder and chest rapidly. Ayden quickly brought his hand up and slapped the hysterical Rachel across the cheek. Instantly upon reflex, Ross turned around quickly, punching Ayden square in the nose.
"Don't- TOUCH- Her." He said slowly. "Now, you are going to get us out of here. I mean NOW." Ross said pointing. The others agreed. Rachel looked at Ross from a few feet away, rubbing her stinging cheek. It surprised her that after all that she had said to him, he stood up for her.
"I can't get you out." Ayden said slowly, leaning against the wall for support.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked.
"The doors are locked from the outside." He yelled. He stood up. "Don't all understand? I brought you here to DIE!" He began to freak out, and this time it was Joey who punched him. Ayden fell like a whip to the floor. Joey kneeled beside him.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out." Joey said, patting him on the shoulder. He stood up to the group.
"What are we going to do?" Monica asked. As of then, none of them knew.
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO