thecultofthepurplemonkeybyjetnoir
HIGHLY CONFIDENTIALPSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT ON: Neil Fleming
THE FOLLOWING IS PRIVATE AND IS NOT TO BE USED LIGHTLYNeil Fleming is a normal twenty-something man – a soldier – who was convalescing after receiving a horrific injury in the field. Six months after receiving those burns, he appeared to be psychologically sound. It was not to be, however. A fellow soldier had died trying to save Neil and this traumatic event has nearly destroyed his mind. Due to myself leaving this profession in pursuit of other studies, I wish to document an event that Neil is convinced happened. This…hallucination, regarded his mental collapse. Due to his severe state I would strongly recommend that my replacement would pretend to believe Neil, as he becomes extremely agitated – to the point of violence – if the Doctor in question does not. I therefore beg the indulgence of my replacement to humour me, if only for their own protection. Neil was a special-operations agent (I have reason to believe in the Deep Eyes squadron but I could not say with any certainty (due to extreme secrecy)). For the purposes of the future; I am recording the event that Neil believes destroyed his life.
The event, which he calls: The Cult of the Purple Monkey.
LOGIC, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THIS WINDOW…Hospital was such a dreary place, Neil thought. Getting up to use the bathroom, he passed the usual sights. The rest of the beds in his ward, The groaning of other patients, Multicoloured lights and a purple monkey dancing on the window, The nurses station… Multicoloured lights and a purple monkey dancing on the window? Neil thought curiously. He moved to investigate. The window was open and a strong wind was blowing…no sucking air. It seemed to be a portal beyond the window.
"Wotcha," grinned the purple monkey, "The White Rabbit's on holiday, so I'm stepping in, 'till he gets back." Neil glared at the purple monkey. The purple monkey glared back. They continued like this for some time.
"Well?" said the purple monkey, "It's the dead of night, I've been waiting for ages, and I'm not about to sing a song to the moon." Neil made a reply that sounded like two sparrows gargling.
"I haven't got time for this," sighed the monkey, grabbing Neil's arm and pulled. Neil stayed still.
"Come on," exclaimed the monkey, "I have a busy schedule to keep. You, matey, are holding me back." With a tremendous tug the monkey finally got Neil out the window, onto the sill.
"Now jump!" the monkey ordered.
"WHAT!" yelled Neil, "NO!" Grumbling about his pension, the monkey moved behind Neil and kicked him out the window.
Neil fell…
Note: I make no apologies, I have no regrets, and I don't require psychiatric attention! Nah…just joking. Hope you enjoyed it, next chapter next week, and please review!
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