[b]Subject 49[/b] Positive schizophrenia: that’s what they had diagnosed him with; no curious sound he heard, nor wondrous sight he witnessed could be trusted. Such an intrusive state of psychosis was the very reason Rob now found himself waiting in a… room of the Mary Cynthia’s Psychiatric Institution. In truth, he didn’t know what to call the room; an office… a studio? To be honest, it felt more like a prison cell what with the bare drywall and fluorescent lighting. Rob hated it. He hated being alone. The doctor—no, therapist… nurse? Whatever Jenna was, she had left to fetch her notes, saying it’d only take a minute. He didn’t care how long it was gonna be, Rob hated being left alone. He possessed little to no confidence in his mind and feared it above all else; the dark nonsense it was able to conjure of its own accord was far more terrifying than anything to be fabricated in reality. Take that cupboard for instance. It wasn’t there when his session started. And now it was. Really, his psychosis was only getting worse. Rob leaned back in his chair to study it closer; there was something off in its pale frame. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but it looked… no, felt delusive—more unreal than any hallucinogenic episode of his. Its state of surreal disbelief was an odd sensation and one he was quite unaccustomed to. Rob’s chair uttered a raspy screech as stood up to approach the cupboard. It was of a curious design, its pallid wood laced in uncanny scratches. Inspecting such edges, Rob then saw they weren’t mere scratches alone, but a forgin script, cut across the cupboard in an unsettling red. His trembling fingers reached out to feather its sordid craftsmanship only to withdraw his fingers with a gasping exhale; it was real. Or… wait—no, was it? Hastily assuming control over his tight breathing, Rob tentatively reached for the cupboard’s nob before tearing its doors open. His heaving breath paused in confusion, for he beheld nothing but his own sorry reflection; a middle-aged man with short-greasy hair falling over his gray eyes in unkept strands. Rob’s reflection flawlessly mirrored his growing perplexity. Leaning closer to the looking glass, Rob studied the dark backdrop behind his reflection. Was… was that a night sky? Rob glanced over his shoulder to the room behind him, startling at its absence; in its place were the foreboding borders of a dark wood, rising up behind him like the walls of an imposing fortress. Rob spun back to face the cupboard, yelping aloud as he suddenly found himself on the edge of an impending drop. The waning moon atop the horizon could do little to illuminate the shadows of its dark folds. Rob couldn’t explain why, but… there was something sickening about the sheer darkness below. It was completely forign to him in nature—its notion completely alien to everything he knew—igniting every cell of his mind with an unreasonable sense of dread. The very fibers of his conscience screamed at his brain to avoid such darkness at all costs. Rob shivered at its forsaken sight before turning to face the woods behind him. There was something comforting about it. He made way for it. Wait—no. No. He had to figure out how he got here or… no. Was he still in the medical center? Rob wouldn’t have doubted it, but… there was something so… simply surreal about… all this. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped into the woods, only to swiftly withdraw his foot; the undergrowth in the woods was like… what did those shows call it… sink sand! Yeah… sink sand. Shaking his head, Rob stepped away from the woods; if it were merely another hallucination, he didn’t wish to step into anything dangerous and add himself to the list of Mary Cynthia’s deceased patients. Still, he refused to stand beside the cliff. Whatever it was in reality, it was beyond terrifying in Rob’s brain. No, he’ll simply sit where he was and wait for— Was that a person?

Zoomers be like "food" and then everyone laughs cuz it's the funniest -blam!- they've heard since Rick turned himself into a pickle.

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