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I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE GOTTEN ENTRANCED BY OUGHM AND FIGUHAR

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HIGH-FIVE

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ART THAT I MADE WITH @rins-batcave

(Purpur one is mine, gren one is his)

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comic about someone’s strange dream (and daydreams)

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art

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Art of Till alien stage!

I like the art as a whole, but it doesn’t look like till :(

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art?????

where did this come from?????

I like it but WTF……?

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Art?? That I actually love???

Materials and ref under the cut

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message all artists. give that girl scars

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spooky psych ward, but different than the large media portrays it.

Tws: graphic depictions of violence, suicide & sh mention, HORROR OOOOOOoOOOO, medical malpractice

Characters: Charlie. And some other made up guys

He took a deep breath, just a stupid dare, in, out. Everything's fine.

The old psych ward at the edge of town had been down for years. Shut down due to medical malpractice and unlivable conditions.

Charlie rolled his eyes, putting up a brave face as he texted his group chat. 'Alright, I'm heading in. I'll take a selfie by one of the rooms for proof.' He then turned his phone on silent so that he wouldn't be spooked by any notifications.

He turned on his phone flashlight, and then the dark was brightened. Dead grass from the November weather. An old rusty door which was the entrance to the 3 story tall building. There was only windows on the third floor.

"Okay. Go in, top floor, take a pic, leave." He told himself. Taking a picture of the old rusty door. Charlie puffed up his hair with his hand, and went to open the door.

Inside was a waiting roomesc thing. Everything looked pretty old and dirty. A desk sat in the center of the back of the room. And flipped and broken chairs were next to the walls. Other than that, it was empty. Empty and dark. Charlie turned his flashlight up a mode because it was so dark. Even though that made his phone battery drain, this was going to be quick.

As he walked around the room. His anxiety spiked. It felt like someone was watching him. Though he figured it was just the reputation of this place.

A few years back, there was this old guy who used to be a 'doctor' there. His name never revealed to the public. He was horrible. Made his patients feel worse. If he didn't kill them. He thought that the people in there were freaks and monsters and deserved to be put in chains if not put down. It made Charlie sick.

How could you look at someone who needed help, and decide 'eh- let's starve them and drug them up and kill them for being human needing help.'

Charlie didn't know too much about psych wards, but he knew that the people who were supposed to helping people, were failing.

The way that the torture here was found out was by an escaped dude named "Harry Shild". He was put in there for repeated self harm. His family forced him in there when he was 16. Never left until then, when he was 19. He offed himself once he was outside. That's when the company was investigated and people realized how horrible the doctors were.

Charlie was walking towards the stairs leading upwards, every other door in the first floor being locked.

He heard something.

Someone walking. And humming.

Charlie almost screamed, but ran away from the stairs to the door, deciding the best bet was to make a B-line towards the door. He isn't some stupid protagonist in a horror movie. He shouldn't have even went into the building in the first place.

As he ran, his phone fell out of his hoodie pocket.

Nonono- he stopped running and grabbed-

Back when this place was up and running, that sicko doctor that ran the place started some kind of cult? Any sign of ‘freak’ in you and you could be put in here, scary stuff. The main reason people fear this place isn’t really because it’s of “crazy” people, but because the doctors were never actually arrested. A few of them- but a lot of them just… were never caught.

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He woke up, vision blurring in. He felt sick. His face felt flushed. He was f r e e z i n g.

Looking around, Charlie saw a fluorescent light shining down onto his face. His throat hurt, he tried to sit up but couldn’t. panic set in. Where is he??

bile rises in his throat.

he looks at his body, stuck down to a table, like some stereotypically torture scene. He panics. Fuckfuckfuckfuck- fuck- where’s his phone!? He struggles hopelessly. Then he hears a door in the room open. His head shoots in the direction of the door. “Wh-“ he chokes on his own saliva.

“Shh, shh now. You’re sick, I’m here to help you.” A voice, soft as your favorite pillow and thick like cookie dough. Yet masculine in its own right. A sick blanket of warmth. It does nothing for Charlie’s panic.

“I- I’m NOT SICK- GET THE FUCK AWAY-“ Charlie’s fight or flight is triggered, he fights. Struggling aggressively while cursing out the man.

“Shhut up.” The man’s voice carries the ‘sh’ Almost a stutter but not quite. He grabs a vial of something and a kind of syringe.

“NO- NO-“ Charlie struggles more. Panic growing as he sees the syringe. his wrists and elbows and knees and ankles hurt from the hard clash on the tables metal.

“That’s an ugly noise.” The man’s face is half covered by a medical mask, whilst the upper half is uncovered. The man has grey-purple eyes, sleek black hair, though the roots are grayer. His eyes are narrow with deep eye bags. His skin is light, smooth with a simple wrinkle between his eyebrows. Which are thin and well-trimmed, furrowed together as his eyes are squinted with disgust.

“GO- GO.- GET- -NO FUCK- GO-“ Charlie was still trying to escape. Tears pricked his eyes. ‘Who is this why is here why me nononono I will not let him hurt me- stop stop stop why why why who is he no no no-‘ He hit his knee hard on the restraint, earning a strained yelp from Charlie.

The man holds Charlie’s arm down, just above the elbow. And the man begins talking as Charlie’s fight forms to freeze. “I said to shut up. This will help that. In this syringe is about 4mg of clonazepam, it should help you shut the fuck up so I can help you.” The man sighed, he was in a classic doctor outfit, blue round neck shirt with a large white lab coat of sorts on top. He had a stethoscope around his neck. Then, while Charlie stared in horror, injected him with the drug.

“St-op- nonono- please-“ Charlie began to cry, his nose burned and his throat burned and where he was given the shot ached and he shook violently.

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