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Ivan sits back in his seat and tilts his head slightly to the right. "So aren't you supposed to be 'treating' me?"

Matthew fixes his glasses then nods with the hint of a smile. "Of course, but first you need to open up Ivan. "I can't fix the problems of a math book that's locked shut now, can I?"

The Russian mulls this over for a moment keeping a concrete appearance. Dr. Williams sits patiently with a smile. This, quite frankly, was getting to Ivan. How could that little "doctor" be so happy? What exactly is he happy about? Then there was his real problem, The Rake. Of course! Even this horribly out of place room couldn't pull that away. "Matthew." The pronunciation was thick with accent. "There's actually-"

The Canadian clears his throat, "Please, call me Dr. Williams, or at least call me Mr. Williams."

"Mr. Williams." The taller male holds back from rolling his eyes. This man was no doctor. "There's something outside my window, erm… well it was." Matthew furrows his eyebrows creating a perplexed expression. "and it fallowed me from my home in Moscow."

Matthew sighs cutting the other off once more. "I don't need this non-sense. You're sounding like that young boy Arthur. Who actually has a condition, but you don't have any mental disorder of that sort. I'd prefer you don't make up stories like Ludwig had simply to leave." The honey blonde's voice was still nothing more than a harsh whisper, but it was noticeable. His purple eyes seemed to flare, but the rest of his soft appearance didn't make him very threatening.

"Well I can ask a question, da?"

"Da. I-uh I mean yes. Yes, you can ask questions."

"What did Ludwig say to try to leave?" The small bear nuzzled into Ivan's thick coat. This seemed to slightly agitate the doctor.

"Well, although I shouldn't be telling you this, Ludwig had decided to try convincing me he had to leave with his brother to protect him from what drove him over the edge in the first place. A mister Slender". The Canadian sighs shaking his head some then looks back to Ivan with a small smile. "Just tell me what's really wrong. That way you'll be closer to leaving. I don't need anymore stories."

Ivan sits back some with the bear stroking down its course white fur. "You don't believe me." His expression sinks into oblivion. Nothing human was left. It appears like he was the type to burn down his own home to keep others from it.

"Just tell me the truth."

"I was." He looks down at the bear with dark maroon eyes. "You don't believe me." He repeats and lifts his head looking at the other again. "So there is no point in telling you. You are like the others."

"Now don't say that." Matthew frowns, feeling like he'd lost the Russian's trust. Well the little amount he had acquired.

Ivan stands up out of his chair and places the small white bear on the desk and calmly walks out of the room with his scarf fallowing behind him. There's a light click signaling the closing of the door.

The tall pale teenager looks to the orange line in disgust and brings himself to his plain room. He walks inside and looks to the dresser. On top of it there was a stuffed plastic Wal-Mart bag with some pieces of cloth from clothing peeking out of some shy tears in the plastic. Ah his sister had brought his clothing. What a sweet… weird thing she was.

Ivan glances past the bag and looks at the window. The color scheme outside had faded into grays and blues, and there was no sign of the yellow atrocity he feared. Maybe that Mr. Williams was right after all. Was it all in his head? Did he internally make it up because of the yearning to leave this grey boring place?

At this point he couldn't tell. Already the memory of it had become a blur. It still felt eerie inside the plain room with the ticking clock, so Ivan exits the room leaving the door wide open behind him. Everyone was starting to come back from dinner, so he shifts through the crowed without being noticed by the Hungarian female watch dog, and he walks past where the lines branch out.

It was time for a new mission. His sister had brought those clothes. She couldn't have left already, could she? He had to see someone familiar. This place was already making his skin crawl. Maybe someone he knew could wind his brain back up to a normal setting and make the nightmare go away.

He makes it to the front desk and glances around. He couldn't see her anywhere. Not her similar hair. Not her hair band or even her overly large and bouncy breasts. His weird sibling was nowhere to be found.

Francis at the front desk looks up from his work at Ivan with bewildered eyes. "Oh, I'm afraid you're going to have to go back to your room. What are you doing out here? You're not even supposed to come in contact with other patients yet."

Ivan couldn't find the words to explain his reasoning for being where he was. So he simply looks at the blonde male with wild eyes. He looked like a cornered mouse about to be consumed by its prey.

Francis smiles in a somewhat fake manner and stands up. "Well come on now Mr. Braginski. I may have work to get to, but you're not getting off free." No, he wasn't. Not in this place.

Once Francis made a movement toward Ivan the Russian could feel his right arm twitch away out of instinct. "Please Ivan; don't make this harder than it has to be here."

Ivan felt his head shake, but he wasn't the one telling it to do so. He felt like he was on auto pilot.

Francis' lips purse into a flat line, and his eyes lower in frustration. "I don't know who you think you are, but this is not acceptable." His voice was beginning to deepen showing how serious he was becoming. The French man takes a step toward Ivan, whom in turn takes a blind step back.

"Ivan if you do not stop right now and allow me to bring you back to your room I'm going to have no choice but to exclude you from the cafeteria for an extra week."

The Russian felt the corner of his lips tug into a snug smirk, and form words he wasn't thinking. "Da. Tell me how that works out for you. It's obvious I could take you. I would win then take the keys. Then I would leave. Is that why you are so nervous?" He felt himself chuckle deeply, a sort of kolkolkol noise.

There was another foreign feeling the Russian felt. Someone grabbed his arm from behind. It made his heart race as he sucked in a breath. Then there was a serious and assertive voice that came behind it. "Mr. Braginski, I'm going to have to ask you to return to your room without a problem. Here at Four Corners this kind of behavior is not acceptable."

Ivan tugs away in a natural reaction but the hold on his upper arm was stronger than he expected. When he turned back to see who had a hold of his he was even more surprised.

Matthew Williams.

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