The day had finally come. Today was the scheduled day for Justin's treatment with the kooky-ass doctor, Rick Spengler. He had dreaded this day from the beginning. Usually, he was always opposed to rejecting treatment, especially for his mental struggles.
However, this time felt different. It felt unnerving since he didn't know EXACTLY what Dr. Spengler had in store for the 23 year old, who's birthday was slowly approaching.
"Fuck!" he said, now having another anxiety attack.
"GOD DAMN!" he yelled again, feeling it getting worse.
"This guy had better call me soon enough. I'm literally dying right here."
Lillian and Zoey walked over to him, knowing what today was.
"Like, are you good?" the goth asked, somewhat concerned for her friend.
He looked at her. "Oh yeah, I'm as good as a man can be who might get his FUCKING finger chopped off or some shit. Yeah, I'm just great!" he hysterically said, being sarcastic.
"Relax. He might not chop your finger off. He might decide to chop your dick off instead." the goth said, joking around.
That would be even worse!
"Lillian," the cyber chick interrupted. "Please refrain from telling these tall tales. Dr. Spengler is an upstanding gentleman. He merely wants nothing more than to help JD."
"He's no upstanding gentleman, Zoey. He's a psychotic doctor obsessed with making money and selling body parts."
She shook her head. "He's not what you think, Justin."
"Oh really?" he asked. "Okay, Zoey. Then who is he then?"
"Ever since that riot, my readings have been much more clear and easier to focus on. Richard only wants to help you."
"That I do." the nasally doctor's voice said. They turned to him, seeing the wrinkly old doctor with gray hair and glasses standing by the entrance.
"Justin Dark, it's time for your treatment." he said, opening the door for him, taking the risk of any other patients that might want to start another riot.
He looked at both Lillian and Zoey, feeling major discomfort.
"Well..." he said, still a bit nervous as to what was about to happen.
"Well, go! Get it over with. Don't be such a pussy." the goth said, encouraging him to go with the doctor.
Alright, here goes nothing.
Justin was escorted down the hall by Dr. Spengler, going to Floor B, aka the basement.
"What are we doing down here?" he asked.
"You'll see..." the doctor said, being vague once again.
He then opened a door in the basement, revealing a hidden lab with several pods in it.
"What the-?"
"Justin Dark, a good friend of mine, the brilliant Dr. Wart of Daten City, let me borrow some of his homework. I've invented a machine that has the power to manually extract any trauma, negativity, and even dark personalities from your cranium."
This was unbelievable. He went from being in an asylum to being in some science fiction movie.
"Is this real? Is that REALLY what it does?"
Spengler nodded. "Yes, buddy. I'm gonna put your mind in there. In order get rid of a traumatic time period, you'll have to go back and relive the worst parts during that time. That way, it'll allow me to do the job correctly. Consider it a trauma cleansing, or even a trauma dumping, if you will. It's like this is a dump truck for all that crap in your head."
Hearing this was a bit overwhelming. Did this wacky old doctor really have the ability to cleanse him of his trauma? He didn't trust Rick, nor did he trust Beckman. This was probably some sort of trap.
"This isn't real." he said, denying this was even happening.
"It's as real as it gets. I like to call it the Central Unit of Neutralizing Trauma, or for your dirty little mind, the C.U.N.T."
What the hell? This machine is literally called the CUNT? My God, he's a sick bastard!
He just sat there, feeling very awkward just by hearing the name of this obscure machine. Spengler looked at him, getting a tad impatient.
"Well? Are you gonna stand there and be a quitter? Or are you gonna climb into the pod so I can wipe your trauma as clean as a pedophile's hard drive?"
Ugh, did he really just say that? That shit needs to happen to Kenny.
Justin looked at him, then looked at the pod. He still had his doubts that this would work. However, he took the risk.
"Fuck it." he said, going into the pod.
"You made the right choice here, buddy."
The door shut and locked, making JD feel like he just signed his death sentence.
"Uh oh..."
Spengler was at the control panel, ready to give instructions.
"Okay, Justin Dark and Joseph Krad, I'm gonna initiate the extraction process. I want you to think about the most traumatic experiences you had in Greenseed. As soon as I press this big red button, you will be in that moment."
"Okay." he said, ready to get this over with.
"I'm gonna count to three. Keep those traumatic thoughts in your head."
"3..." I'm gonna fuck you up.
"2..." Our jobs are more important than your safety.
"1..." Asshole! Do your chore!
The doctor then pressed the button. Next thing Justin knew: He was back.
"Oh no..." he said, realizing he was in his old room, which was dimly lit and wreaked of sweaty socks and underwear. Kenny was nowhere in sight, though he wasn't sure how long that would last.
He headed out into a familiar hallway of a quote-on-quote "residence", though seeing people wearing lab coats and scrubs and having a main office didn't help much.
"Yep, I remember this. It's literally an institution made to look domesticated to give everyone a false sense of security."
What a shithole. What are we doing back here?
"I don't know, Joseph. All I know is that this isn't real."
Suddenly, a colored man wearing scrubs approached the 23 year old. This was the same man that assaulted him multiple times before his departure May of last year, right before he went to Inna De Poona.
"Oh no... Antoine." he said, knowing who this was.
The colored staff member looked at him. "Go back to your room, asshole!" he said, having his voice being distorted.
In that moment, JD knew what this was: a trial. He had to reconfront his past demons in order to be free. He knew not to be afraid this time, as he'd accomplished so much ever since he left.
"I'm not the asshole, you are!"
"GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" Antoine shouted, now sounding completely demonic.
He knew what was going to happen next. The staff then pushed him, making physical contact with a client. Even though it was against policy, he still got away with it.
Rather than pushing him back and shouting at him, he ran off, being chased by the apparition of this abusive man he once face.
Justin had ran into what used to be Charlie's room. However, old Charlie wasn't there. Antoine searched for him, trying to do what he had done years before.
He then snuck up behind him, executing him with an ink pen in the room. He threw apparition Antoine off balance and proceeded to jab him right in the neck, making him fall to the ground.
Brutal, Justin. BRUTAL! Joseph said, somewhat proud that he did this all by himself.
Suddenly, the environment changed from the Greenseed residence to the Greenseed Center, which was where he had most of his inhumane alterations done to him.
Stepping out was a lanky man. It was the director of the company itself, Albert Griffin.
"Oh shit!" he shouted, knowing how their tussle went down the previous time.
The lanky apparition looked straight at him like a bald eagle. "Your feelings aren't real! You chased your mom away, dumbass!" he said, having a distorted voice just like the previous one.
I remember this day. My first birthday that I WASTED because of scumbags like this. This prick tried to convince me that my emotions aren't real and that I was responsible for my family ties being cut.
Justin then ran down the halls and into the bathroom of the Center, which was always very dirty and had cockroaches most of the time.
He heard Mr. Griffin walking in, taking a peek in every stall. JD chose to hide in the stall towards the end, just like in every mediocre horror movie. However, unlike every horror movie character, he actually had a plan.
As the apparition was opening each and every stall, he had something in his hand. If there's one thing that Joseph Krad was actually good for: It was teaching him some self-defense.
Eventually, the footsteps now reached the final stall. Without hesitation, JD kicked the door open with brute force, knocking the apparition of Albert Griffin to the floor. He then took the item he had and stabbed it right into the sleazy director's mouth. It was a syringe.
Someone get this guy his certified killer badge. He's earned it! JK shouted, cheering his good personality on for once.
Finally, the environment changed once again, this time being in a grocery store of a middle of nowhere town known as Landen. He knew who was last, as the same man who worked here was a danger to everyone who even dared to cross his path, especially teenage boys.
Kenny Bagworth stood before him. However, it wasn't clear that this was really him. The apparition in front of him was an obese man wearing a solid red gimp suit, as well as having his glasses on the outside of the zipper eye sockets, which was very weird.
"Is that him?" he asked himself, not sure why he was wearing this rather odd outfit, rather than looking like the fat-ass sexual predator he had more of an encounter with.
However, he then remembered something he had seen back in September: The newspaper in front of the corner store near his house.
The image flashed before his eyes: 'Mr. Perv Strikes Again! Another Unit of Illegal Porn Distributed on the Dark Web. CCPD still on the case.'
"Oh my God..." he said, coming to a shocking realization.
Kenny Bagworth is that infamous deviant from the dark web! The police were paid off to cover his ass. Mr. Perv distributed so much child porn and got away with it. CCPD really are incompetent letting this happen.
Justin then looked dead at the red gimp standing before him. After all of the bullshit Kenny had done to him and all of the young boys he was endangering on a daily basis. All of the times he had jerked off to "Kid Wizard" porn in front of him with no shame and all of the times he had physically assaulted him, this was personal. This was special. This was the grand finale of his trauma cleansing.
He put his fists up, knowing that this was more of a personal battle. No weapons, just one-on-one melee between him and his disgusting ex-roommate.
"Bring it!" he said. The gimp then charged directly at him. He knew how to outsmart the sexual predator. Using all of his strength, he managed to throw Bagworth on the ground.
He then started beating the perv senseless, not feeling any remorse this time. As he was brutality beating him, several thoughts went into his head that helped him finally quell all of the pain.
Zoey never hurt anyone. Your thoughts traumatized her and your actions traumatized me. You abused me and you abused others around you. You've endangered teenage boys and sold CP online. The police let you get away with that shit, but not me!
"Fuck you, Kenny Bagworth!" he shouted, throwing one, final punch with brute force.
That was it. The trial was over. The three most dangerous people from Greenseed were wiped from his memory, even though they were still very much alive in the real world.
"Buddy?" a voice called to the unconscious 23 year old.
"Hey, Buddy? You awake? Say something!"
Justin opened his eyes, seeing Dr. Spengler standing in front of him.
"Justin Dark, can you hear me?"
He looked around, not responding.
"Justin Dark, if that really is you, I need to ask you one question: what was your experience like in the service of Greenseed?"
He looked at him, somehow feeling much more confident to give a clear answer this time than ever before.
"I-It was awful. I was heavily abused by the people working there. I was experimented on, psychologically tortured by the staff and doctors. My main abusers were Antoine Jackson, who physically assaulted me. I shared a room with Kenny Bagworth, who was a littlespace fetishist and sold child porn. And the director, Albert Griffin, tried to convince me that my emotions aren't real. They were inhumane and should be shut down."
Spengler then pressed a button. The old doctor had a tape recorder in his hand, recording his statement for unknown reasons.
"Uh..." he said, still feeling a bit out of it.
"How do you feel?"
Justin held his head, feeling a major migraine. However, the thoughts of his dark past didn't haunt him at all at this point.
"D-Did you wipe my memory?" he asked.
Rick smiled at him, knowing he had done a good job. "Yes, buddy. Not only did I do a thorough cleaning of your mind, but I also managed to remove Joseph Krad from your noggin."
The wrinkly doctor then held up a vile with a red gel in it. It looked like JK was now evicted from his old home.
"Damn, you really did take him out, didn't you?"
Dr. Spengler nodded. "Yep. Joseph Krad is now in my possession to do with as I please."
"W-What are you gonna do with him?" he asked, somewhat feeling sympathy for his alter ego, even though he was the one doing the sadistic things back home.
"Hmm..." the doctor said, taking a good look at the vial in his hand.
"Well, I would just kill him. However, I don't want a man like him to go to waste. No, I'm gonna find a place for him. Maybe even get him a steady job somewhere. Mr. Krad deserves some sort of peace after all this nonsense."
He smiled, feeling a bit optimistic about this. "Thank you, Rick." he said, being nice to the doctor for a change.
"No problem, buddy. So, am I the monster you thought I was?"
He shook his head. "No, you're a miracle-worker. I'm sorry I misjudged you."
"I'm no miracle-worker, but rather a concerned psychiatric expert. And I'm sorry I called you a quitter. You're not a quitter, buddy. Just a man trying to live his life one day at a time."
JD chuckled, realizing how blind he was this entire time.
"Hey, when you go back home, tell Howard Beckman thank you as well. He's the one who planned this entire thing."
Beckman planned this? Oh shit... Looks like I owe him an apology.
"Will do. Thanks again, Dr. Spengler."
The wrinkly old doctor smiled at him. "It was no trouble. Hey, since you've been such a good sport, I'll let you discharge tomorrow morning."
"Really?"
"Yep. You've earned it for all your hard work. You're not a quitter. You're a hard-working WINNER."
Hearing him say that put a huge smile on his face. Looks like I was wrong about him.
The amount of positivity was overwhelming. But knowing the fact that he was going to discharge tomorrow morning was exciting. He didn't know what was in store for him once he discharged, but hopefully now he could get everything in order. One more night here. I'd better tell the girls.
