Night 001 - Morning 002
Tim:
The masked man rose from sleep, looking around the pitch black room a second from the comforts of the disgusting bed that his human seemed to have fallen asleep on. He could see well in the dark since his master needed him to be able to run around in the forest far from town in the pitch black of night to hunt for him. Speaking of his master he probably needed him now; the masked man slowly stood up, listening as the mattress screeched as he jumped off the bed and on the cold floor silently.
He went to the door quickly, jiggling the knob a couple times to find that it was locked, just as he figured. He growled at the closed for as his mind began to whirl; he just needed to figure out how to unlock it without a key, a problem he had been faced with before when his human tried to keep him contained before he let him do as he pleased, even if he didn't want to. He looked around the room before his eyes saw a red light blinking in the far side of the room; he crawled over and looked up at the corner near the ceiling where the light blinked, indicating that a camera was recording his whereabouts. That wasn't something he wanted, growling at it the device through his mask, the static sound echoing throughout his vocals disrupting the camera's wires until it stopped recording, the feed in the Doctor's office now just a static picture.
Now he had to move quickly before the humans came after him. He scurried to the door, putting his hand to the metal and feeling for an electrical current, finding it. Good, he could get out of here quickly, now where was the electric password lock in his room? He felt for it near the door and made a happy inhuman chirp before the password box glitched out and began to smoke, taking only a few seconds before the door slowly opened for him. Success, now to find his master or the humans he needed to find to lead him out of here and to the ark.
The hallways were silent, cameras recording everything which made the masked man a little frustrated; it took a lot of energy to make all the cameras in single a hallway glitch out so he just needed to go quickly from room to room and try to confuse the doctors as to where he really was, after all he could teleport from one room to another if his master let him. He unlocked all the doors from the outside quickly so he wouldn't end up getting stuck in a room on accident before he fell upon a much different door.
He heard someone running down the hall and whipped around to see a doctor and nurse come towards him quickly. He growled a little as he opened the door he had come to and ran in, hurriedly locking himself inside until the doctors passed the room thinking he ran off.
"W-who's there?" came the voice that the masked man knew belonged to Alex Kralie, the young film director that had ran away from his master after he had made all the cast members disappear through Alex's own hands . The masked man slowly crawled over to the young man, feeling the material and buckles of the straightjacket and smiling slightly; Alex was bound, that was good.
"I don't have a name," he whispered before looking back at the bound young man he was leaning on a tad; he heard Alex about to yell which resulted in the nameless man to put his hand over Alex's mouth, still hearing the doctors nearby talking about which way his other half might have ran off to. This was funny; the faculty still thought that Tim was in control. He would have laughed if he had emotions other than fear.
He looked back at Alex, glaring through the eye holes of the painted plastic hiding his face: "Be quiet." He kept his hand over Alex's mouth until he heard the footsteps leave and he looked over at the bound human again. He sighed once he was sure the two humans outside were gone before removing his hand from Alex's mouth and slowly going towards the door before realizing that this room had had a camera too. Within just a minute or two the doctors would be back and take him back to that room. It took a second before the camera glitched out like his own did and broke before the masked man ran towards the door, opening it and stepping out again but instead of being in the dark hallway he was in another room.
He looked around the room, quietly letting the camera record; he wasn't planning on staying here long anyways, just long enough to pass through until he heard the room's occupant talk in their sleep. They were whispering 'Operator', the name of the masked one's boss. He slowly crawled over to the bed and tensed when he felt something under his hands. He picked it up to examine it in the dark and lo and behold it was a hat; not just any hat, a worn one that had a small little worn out spot on it. He knew this hat: it belonged to the cameraman who had been looking for Alex.
He didn't understand why they were all in the same building but he knew his orders of what he was supposed to do once Brian was out of the way, before he had been sent to this place: watch Jay. He sat by the wall closest to the bed, leaning against the brick wall silently as he kept an eye on his master's prey before his head snapped up as the door opened causing Jay to wake up. Flashlights shone in their faces causing Jay to cover his eyes and Tim's other half to growl and try to crawl somewhere in the dark to get away from the blinding light but it was no use, the doctors were about to catch him and take him back to that room, locking him away for good.
He didn't want that at all so he instinctively went on all fours low to the ground and growled angrily before lunging at one of the doctors, scratching at his face and neck furiously, feeling as some blood oozed out from under the skin before lunging on another one. This human was a female and did the same to her after he noticed she had something sharp in her hands; a syringe. He grabbed it away quickly and looked at the other doctors that now looked horrified instead of excited to have found the masked man like they had moments before.
He crawled off the two bleeding humans slowly and growled lowly at the two other doctors who slowly walked out of the room as if letting the masked man go about his business before one pressed a red button in the hall. The hall lights flickered on and other red lights flashed letting the other employees of the asylum know there was something bad going on and if that wasn't bad enough a loud alarm went on that pierced the young man's ears.
He yelped in pain, putting his hands to his ears to drown out the sound, trying to run away quickly and hide somewhere before noticing that Jay had woken up and was staring at him with wide eyes. No, he wasn't supposed to know he had been watching him; not yet at least. He crawled over to the panicked Jay who tried to scoot away but ended up falling completely out of the bed. He grabbed Jay's arm firmly and pulled out the syringe before putting the medication inside the squirming other man who almost instantly began to fall asleep from the drugs again.
The masked man quickly closed the door before opening it again and appearing in his own room and running full speed towards the lobby where the doors to freedom were waiting for him. He was excited, so close to getting out and being near his master again, near the static that comforted him during his daily routines for him. But that thought was short lived when someone pushed him to the ground and doctors piled on top of him so he couldn't get away. He writhed angrily under the doctors trying to get away from them before he felt a needle in his side. He growled in pain before feeling the medication in his system but instead of calming him down he began to shake and have a seizure from the drugs before passing out underneath the doctors. They calmed down and slowly picked him up, taking him to a similar padded room like Alex had been in. They put a straightjacket around Tim's body before taking him to a little interrogation room so when he woke up they could question him.
It was a few hours before the nameless side of Tim woke up again, growling a little in frustration when he tried to get out of the straightjacket they had put him in in his sleep. He looked around the empty room, seeing that he was the only person in there and the furniture in the room was metal and bland. He irritably tried to push the table away with his feet but ended up in surprise as his chair began leaning back and falling with him in it onto the floor. He looked up at the ceiling a second and noticing a couple cameras there. He growled, unable to sit up yet and not close enough to the camera to break them.
He then felt the familiar static in the room, causing him to purr a little excitedly and look around as best as he could before he saw him, the tall faceless being in the corner of the room watching his servant quietly as he squirmed off the chair and tried to get up so he could go over to his master and await orders. When he finally managed to crouch near him he looked up at the tall man and made a happy chirp, getting a few head pats in return, causing him to purr lovingly again. He was probably the only being that ever received such loving gestures from the violent being but then again he knew he was considered a loyal pet in The Operator's eyes and the masked man truthfully didn't seem to mind that status. He enjoyed being near The Operator, he strangely felt safe near it which, to say the least, was odd.
The Operator had killed many people in the thousands of years it had lived. Tim's other half had only helped in a couple hundred of those murders in the past year or two but he got rewarded for them. He didn't mind how small the reward was, be it a simple pat on the head or static messages in his brain that would tell him that he was doing a good job; he felt needed and that was all that mattered to the young proxy.
"I found Jay and Alex," the masked one whispered quietly though he knew that when The Operator was around the audio of any recorded footage would end up distorting so he didn't need to worry about talking loud. The Operator didn't usually like its proxy talking at all and if he had to it wanted his speech to be soft and little worded if necessary. The Operator petted the masked man's hair gently as reward; 'You never cease to deliver,' was the message he heard which was a good enough reward for him but the petting just showed him how proud it must be of him.
The masked man looked down. "Couldn't kill Brian," he whispered after a second and as soon as he said that the petting stopped, the faceless head looking down at him. He tensed a little at the static feeling the air it felt frustrated and Masky felt suddenly very small and afraid. "Tried to but he woke up before I could," he tried to explain and as soon as Operator heard that he seemed to calm down, the static in the air went back to normal causing masky to calm down as well and sigh with relief as the petting began again for a few minutes before stopping as the door in the room opened.
Doctor C. walked into the room with a small smile on his face and looked towards the masked man that was sitting near the corner of the room looking at the Doctor blankly before seeming to look up towards the ceiling at something. Doctor C couldn't see that the tall man was in the room with him thankfully but he could tell something wasn't right in the room, he ignored the feeling and pulled Masky up, picking the chair up for him and gently setting him down, ignoring all the growling the other housed by Tim's body was making. He set himself down in the chair opposite of the masked man and smiled again, putting out a voice recorder and pressing record.
"So who are you? I know you're not Tim so, what's your name?" he asked curiously, the masked man staring at the doctor blankly before looking up towards the ceiling again, this time making a small happy sound at it. Maybe this side of him was having hallucinations like some of the other newer patients. It took a few minutes before he began to cooperate with the doctor.
"I don't have a name," the masked man replied at long last, keeping his answers short and simple since The Operator was still there behind him and besides it had made it so if he talked a lot it hurt him a little.
"Then what would you like to be called?" the Doctor said simply and the masked man shrugged a little bit. He had never been given the option to be called anything before; looking up at The Operator, the static in his brain gave him the name it decided would be fitting: "Keith," he said after a second. The name wouldn't mean anything to normal people who weren't intelligent when it came to name meanings but to others it meant 'forest' which The Operator thought was fitting seeing as it had something to do with itself and that just gave it another way to control the young proxy.
Doctor C. nodded a little and wrote that down before looking at him again. "So when did you meet Tim?" he asked, Keith tilting his head a little before making a soft static sound again as he thought before saying, "Was about a year ago, he was walking in the woods." He stopped there, trying to only give short answers. The doctor looked curious now at that, wanting to hear more of the story. He gave him an interested look but Keith wasn't paying attention again, looking up at whatever he was seeing near the ceiling, purring at more head pats that The Operator was giving him when Doctor C. cleared his throat in an attempt to get the masked man's attention.
"What?" Keith finally asked, sounding a little annoyed now like he was angry that after all he explained this Doctor C. guy was still bugging him over something as stupid and pointless as bringing up the past. He leaned back in the chair carefully since he had no way to attack the doctor on the other side of the table seeing as his hands were strapped firmly to his shoulder. "He didn't meet me. First he met Master-" He let out a small yelp as the hand that was petting him suddenly grabbed a little of his hair on the back of his head into a tight fist; he said something he wasn't supposed to… Well, it was too late to take it back now.
"Master?" Doctor C. asked as he scooted a little closer to the edge of his seat, resting his arms on the table and looking very interested now. Keith paused a second before replying in a pained whisper. "The Tall One," he stated simply before seeming to relax as Operator's grip loosened around his hair and began petting him again. Doctor C. looked at him curiously before smiling. "The Tall One? That's a strange name don't you think?" Doctor C. finally questioned after a few minutes but blinked as Keith shook his head a little before resting his masked cheek on the cold metal table and sighing a tiny bit. Humans were so stupid, they never seemed to get that his master had multiple nicknames and that the one he just gave him was the most obvious one besides the Slender Man title he had received from the internet just a few years before after some young man online started posting pictures of him and writing about how he looked and acted. He had been thought of as a very popular internet meme while in reality he was as real as the doctor right in front of him.
"Has many names," he finally said but didn't say any more. The questioning went on for another hour but Keith didn't reply to any of them, just making a few small inhuman sounds. A couple just sounded like static as he opened his mouth but as the hours started wearing down he began to purr more as Operator kept petting him before Keith began to fall asleep, his face still resting on the table. Doctor C. called in a few nurses and had him placed in a wheelchair, rolling him down the now quiet halls, setting Keith down in a padded room next to Alex's. He felt as though there were eyes on him after he laid the proxy on the padded floor, looking around the room before shrugging a little to himself before leaving the room to go wake up the rest of the patients in the facility.
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Jay:
He had had a terrible night's sleep the first night there, waking up multiple times during the night with no recollection for a few seconds as to where he was and what he was doing there until the memories of the day before began to flood back in his mind and make him feel hopeless again. He would stay awake for a while after those moments, hearing the laughter from only a few rooms down. Then he'd hide under the blankets fearfully for a few minutes before he fell asleep once again.
The last time he had woken up that night was involuntary; the alarm out in the hall sounded loudly and caused Jay to jump up a few feet from the bed and look around, noticing the doctors in his room. At first he thought they were after him and he froze in fear, covering his eyes from the bright lights they were flashing in his face until he heard a growl right behind him. Jay slowly looked behind him to see a masked man crawling towards the door where the doctors were, attacking a few of them before turning to look back at him. Jay was scared, hell, he was more than scared, he was absolutely terrified of whoever was under that mask. He scooted away from him, suddenly finding himself at the edge of the bed and feeling his stomach drop as he lost his balance and fell on his back when he hit the ground. He had planned on crawling away when he felt a firm hand on his wrist force him to stay where he had landed before he felt a painful pinch, then a warm feeling slowly go through his entire body as the medication went through his veins, shortly feeling a little less panicky and in need of sleep. He closed his eyes and didn't wake until he felt someone carefully lift him into a wheelchair, the seat still warm from its previous inhabitant as he was taken into another interrogation room.
He was still a little out of it from the drugs, his eyes a little glazed over but he was coming around when a doctor slowly walked into the room; he recognized him as the one that had told him he had to stay here. He had forgotten his name, he knew it was easy but he couldn't bring his mind to remember it just yet. He put the palm of his hands on the nice cold metal table in front of them, trying to get the warm feeling from the medication to go away from the tips of his fingers.
His naturally wide eyes looked over at Doctor C. tiredly as he sat down, having the feeling that the doctor thought he looked terrible right now, but who would blame him? Jay looked tired and pale from the shot he had received from the masked man. He opened his mouth to say something but it came out as a violent coughing fit. He covered his mouth so he didn't cough on everything in case he was starting to become sick unless… He paused mid-cough, his hand suspended over his mouth as his mind began to race. The shot the man gave him? What was in it? It couldn't have just been medicine, they looked like they were trying to take him down, not just sedate him… Suddenly he began to panic as he kept coughing violently, looking at Doctor C. as it started to subside. "W-what was in the syringe? Poison?" he demanded, trying to act like he wasn't panicking as much but the doctor laughed a little at him as he asked that.
"Of course not Jay, it was just medicine that makes patients that are a little out of hand to calm down and sleep for a while until we can move them to a safer location for them and the other patients," Doctor C. explained as he put the audio recorder down and pressed record again, looking at him as his expression grew a little more serious. "Do you know who that patient was? The one who snuck into your room tonight?"
Jay looked at the recorder a second before looking back into the doctor's eyes, shaking his head a little. "No, I've never seen him before I saw him in my room," he admitted but his breathing began to get a little more shaky. "Why? D-did he say he knows me?" Jay felt like people had been following him for the past few months and with this masked man in the picture the feeling seemed to drag on even more slowly than normal. He felt like everyone was watching him even though there was no one else in the room.
Doctor C. shook his head a little as he looked at Jay. "He talked about someone he claims is his master, called them 'The Tall One', does that ring any bells?" he asked before Jay slowly shook his head as well. Looking down at the table, he thought he saw a tall man in a suit's reflection in the reflection but when he whipped around he didn't see anyone there. He was now gasping for air, panicking a little before he began to relax again slowly looking over at the doctor.
"Did you see something?" the doctor finally asked once Jay calmed down. Jay looked behind himself again before nodding a little; he knew the doctor would think he was even more insane than he already did now since when he turned there was nothing there but a white brick wall. "What was it?"
"I don't know what I saw..." Jay finally admitted, looking down at the table in defeat. "It looked tall from what I saw from the reflection on the table…" was all he could explain as he sat there. The other questions after that were normal ones asking about what the masked man did when he was in the room before he finally let Jay go.
Jay walked down the hall quietly before he heard a yell from one of the doors in front of him. His head told him to keep going but he was curious as to who was in the room. He looked through the window and saw a young man sitting in the padded room, arms tied back in a straightjacket and keeping him restricted on the floor where he looked around, silently begging for an escape. He had dark brown hair and this slightly wild look in his eyes but he didn't seem all that crazy to Jay. His hair kind of made him look like the masked man but there was no mask in sight from what he could see.
The man looked at Jay a second before completely shutting up and just staring at him with a blank stare; that guy looked familiar to him but he couldn't place where he had met him before. Maybe he was one of the people that had passed by his room last night but- the hat on his head. Oh, he must have been the guy who was sleeping a few rooms down from him when he was in his normal room. But he hadn't seen his face at that time, so he figured he must have met him somewhere before when they were thought to be sane.
Jay moved to leave, freeing the man from his spell and making him speak up. "H-hey!" the person called after him but as he heard the yell Jay booked it down the hall. He had thought he looked familiar too but he didn't know why. He thought the man might have followed him before and he met him in the street a while ago before he started hiding in his house alone. Would the people following him really go as far as go and live in an asylum just to keep an eye on him for who knows what reason? Well he wasn't about to stick around and ask the man in the padded room.
He finally stopped running as he got near his room, glancing around to make sure no one was watching him. When he finally got inside he hid under the covers before he heard the other rooms unlock and the nurses come by and get all the patients up to go get breakfast. Jay finally got up and went to the cafeteria with the others before getting in line for some food, as if he'd really eat what they gave him. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that just about anyone could sneak something into the food what with it being out in the open like that.
When he got his plate he stared at all the food blankly before sitting down at a table by himself, moving his food around and feeling rather uninterested in eating it, too fearful someone had poisoned it regardless that the other patients were eating it and seemed fine. He only ate the fruit cup since it was sealed food; he wolfed it down eagerly before putting the rest in the trash and just sitting at the table quietly before seeing someone walk towards him that seemed to be around his age.
The young man wore glasses and had nice brown hair. He gave Jay a small smile before sitting across from him, waiting for a slight approval that it was ok. He started eating his own food before noticing Jay was staring at the sealed food that he had been given, the other man slowly handing it to Jay who looked up at him suspiciously. He looked at the container closely to see if it was punctured at the top or opened slightly. When he saw it wasn't he gave a small smile to show his appreciation and wolfed it down as well, seeming livelier now.
"Uhh, thanks," he murmured, not used to talking to strangers and regardless of that he was naturally shy. The stranger gave a little smile to him and kept eating his own food as well before handing him his unopened apple juice he had been given as well, Jay looking that over too before opening and taking a hesitant sip of it. It seemed fine so he chugged the rest of it down, not used to having much food or drink since he was too paranoid of someone trying to kill him.
"I can go back up there and ask the cooks for more sealed food for you if you want?" the young man offered but Jay shook his head instantly, not wanting the patient to have to do something for him, a complete stranger. He got up anyways and when he came back he held two more sealed cups of peaches for Jay who looked a little bad for making the man get stuff for him and he didn't even know the poor guy's name.
"So…" Jay began not used to making conversation anymore "What's your name?" Jay sounded a bit nervous as he asked but the director smiled a little at him, the way this guy acted reminded him of someone but he couldn't put a finger on which it could possibly be. He watched as Jay ate the sealed peaches before looking a little more active now and willing to talk and listen to someone when they were talking to them.
"My name's Alex," he said, suddenly feeling a bit unsure if telling him his real name was a good idea; he knew this place was filled with mentally ill people and he had no idea what Jay had, for all Alex knew this guy could react badly to something and try to kill someone here and that someone could be him. Jay smiled a tiny bit and put a unsure hand out to shake, Alex taking it and smiling again thinking that this guy seemed too nice to be violent then again he was sure people would think the same of him and if he got mad he blanked out and striked at anything in front of him.
"I'm Jay," the young cameraman said with a small unsure smile before letting go of the hand and taking another big gulp of his apple juice. "Not to pry but- why are you here?" Jay asked, sort of unsure of if he should ask that or not but Alex didn't seem to mind the question. He thought over what that Doctor C. said before looking at Jay seriously.
"Well I woke up and my room was full of pictures of things I didn't recognize and my girlfriend said I was the one who wrote them. Other than that the doctor said I suffer from schizophrenia and I have a bit of bipolar disorder," He stated he knew saying a bit of bipolar was a lie but he didn't want to scare the young man, he seemed like he would make a good friend while being stuck here.
"Oh, well the doctor said I had schizophrenia too, as well as paranoia and anxiety," Jay said after he looked around to make sure no one else was listening in on their conversation. Alex nodded a little before Jay looked a little curiously at him. "So what kinds of things did you dra-" he started out but a bell rang meaning their breakfast was done and their first treatment was going to start soon. Alex stood up, smiling at his new friend before throwing what was left of his food in the trash and leaving.
Jay stood there a second before leaving out the doors, following a ways behind the crowd towards the first room they had to go through that day.
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Alex:
Alex didn't sleep at all that night, he was too busy staring blankly through the dark padded room waiting for someone to come in though he didn't know who. His mind was telling him that any minute now that someone would come through that door and that he needed to attack and the mess would all be over. He tensed when he heard the door open, he was too scared to talk for a moment but when he finally had the courage he stated, "W-who's there?" He wanted his voice to sound a bit threatening in case it was someone dangerous but it came out more of a pathetic scared sound. He cursed himself in his head for that before hearing someone crawl towards him and lean against him.
"I don't have a name," the other person in the room whispered; the man was close to him, leaning against him in fact yet all he could see was the white and black of the mask a few inches from his face causing Alex to pause. He wanted someone to get him off of him since he couldn't protect himself from the person who was leaning against him but right as he opened his mouth to yell a hand clapped down over it, stopping all noise before it had a chance to escape. He heard as the doctors paused outside their room and was tempted to bite the man's hand so as soon as he moved his hand away he could try to get their attention. "Be quiet," the masked man said almost threateningly, Alex instantly forgetting any plan to hurt him for fear of being hurt himself.
When the doctors left the masked man sighed and let go before quickly going towards the door to take his leave, making sure to do something to the camera before doing so. He once again left Alex in complete darkness alone but within a few minutes some people came into his room and shined flashlights in Alex's face and around the room, seeing that the masked man was no longer in there before leaving again.
He waited there a few hours before he saw Doctor C. escort a nurse pushing someone in a wheelchair in the room beside his, out cold and sporting his own straightjacket. He strained to get a better look from his place on the floor but couldn't see who it was, giving up when he lost sight of him. After the person was placed in the room the door closed and Alex's opened, letting Doctor C. walk in and sit near him quietly. "So I heard someone came into your room a few hours ago. Did you know them?"
Alex frowned a little before shrugging. "How would I know? They had a mask on their face to hide who they were," he replied, looking away as the doctor wrote his words down on the little clipboard. Doctor C. looked at him again, Alex feeling the eyes on his own and fighting the urge to snap at him, literally forcing himself not to as he held the stare. He wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and talk to some people and feel at least semi-sane.
"Did he do anything to you?" the doctor asked after a few minutes and Alex slowly shook his head. "Ok, well that's all I needed to ask you. You also seem to be not as violent so you can leave this room. Breakfast is about to be served so you can get ready for that if you'd like." Doctor C. moved so he was near Alex as he undid the straightjacket, loosening all the belts on the side and lifting it over Alex's head. Alex stretched his arms and body letting his joints crack a little to make him feel less stiff before he started for the door with the doctor, staggering as the blood rushed from his elbows and back into his legs. "Now if you act violently towards the patients you'll be right back in here."
"Yeah, I know," Alex retorted before walking down the lighted hallway and into the cafeteria, noticing that it was already pretty packed. He went to the line, grabbing a plate and getting food quickly before looking for a place to sit. His eyes casted upon a young man about his age picking almost sadly at his food before wolfing down the only sealed item on his plate and throwing the rest away. Alex looked down at his own food, seeing that all he had that was sealed was the small fruit cup and apple juice but he didn't mind giving them to the young man, after all a human can't survive on just a small fruit cup for breakfast.
Alex smiled as he sat down, trying to appear friendly and offering his food to make sure he got at least a little more food in his stomach. He watched unsatisfied as the smaller man quickly ate up the diced fruit and decided that he couldn't let him starve. Ignoring the shy uncertainty of his companion and convincing him that it was no trouble, he headed back over to the now clear food line, pushing his glasses closer to his face as he got the cook's attention. "Could you get some more sealed food for the young man over at the table I'm sitting at, please? He won't eat anything else."
The cook looked over at the shy boy, recognizing his signs from past patients and noticing just how thin he looked. He was fiddling with Alex's apple juice container, rocking it back and forth before taking tiny sips and flinching as his stomach tried to adjust to adjust to the feeling of actually having food within it, keeping his eyes on the table the entire time. The cook turned back to Alex and nodded, earning a small smile from the bespectacled man as he took the two cups from her. "Thank you, I'm sure he'll appreciate it a lot when the time comes to eat." With that Alex left back to the table to talk with his new friend. Something about this guy seemed really familiar but he didn't know why. Maybe he had seen him somewhere else or something. Didn't matter he guessed so he just didn't think about it anymore as they sat there talking, awkwardly exchanging names and shaking hands, Alex finding out that the person he was speaking with was named Jay and learning exactly why he was there, disclosing his own reason as well, although after the hand shake his mind began to wander, Jay's voice growing fainter in his ears.
He heard Jay about to ask him something but his mind was now on something else as the bell rang and slowly he got up and threw the food he hadn't eaten away, leaving the room to head for their first session after smiling a little at his new friend before heading out the doors.