#ooc. notes of import. dr. bloom.

[godblooded]

NOTES OF IMPORT: DR. ALANA BLOOM

(heavy trigger warning for r*pe mentions, alcoholism mentions, death mentions, abuse mentions, gaslighting mentions, HEAVY themes of cannibalism, & mental illness)

EXTENSIVELY CANON DIVERGENT/SUPPLEMENTED

• dr. alana marie bloom was born the middle child to jean and victoria bloom. her older brother, jesse, is 4 years her senior, & eddie, her little brother, is 2 years her junior

• her birthplace was chicago, illinois, in the year 1975 (yes, she does enjoy the 1975)

• she’s autistic & experiences hyper empathy, incapable of looking at anyone and not feeling them innately in her skin, incapable of hearing a story & not putting herself right inside its gory details. as such, alana avoids eye contact— she makes it superficially but in a way that’s well dressed up. she focuses on a shoulder or a point behind someone. she has no filter whatsoever, but is also self-aware of her lack of filter. she can feel overwhelmed in a room of people and tends to ‘perch’ to just watch, a comfortable wallflower. intense intimacy with someone prompts eye contact from alana, & then she ticks her pupils all the way across their face like reading a wide open book.

• alana has: shattered a hip, cracked her pelvic bone, received a full-on spinal fusion, broken 23 more minor bones, punctured a lung with a shard of glass, been defenestrated, sustained an extreme brain injury (and severe residual scarring), sustained tinnitus, & broken a clavicle

• alana also deals with: a major depressive disorder, a hallucinatory disorder brought on by a chemical imbalance after years of (unknowing) drug use, suicidal ideation, a severe dissociative disorder, harm ocd, chronic pain, infrequent aphasia, auditory & visual hallucinations, & flat affect

• as a person who has been through serious abuse with little to no knowledge of the fact that it was happening, alana’s fight or flight instinct has been cranked up to the maximum extent. she’s nothing but afraid a hundred percent of the time, & perceives her entire environment as a threat

• born with a genius level intellect, alana’s true talent lies in her ability to read people as though she is them, as though she could pilot their very soul. she takes in every detail and puts together immediate understandings of what may or may not have happened to them/who they might be/what they might be doing or thinking. in youth, she was so blunt she couldn’t understand why people were so stubborn against being told their own problems. in adulthood, she’s learned to mask well enough to filter herself

• DR. BLOOM IS A GOOD FORENSIC PSYCHIATRIST, MAYBE THE BEST.

• she does exactly what will graham does, which he says verbatim to jack crawford, her boss at the bau. as in, she too is capable of empathetic profiling so extreme she can put together the bloodiest tableaux into a comprehensive tale written in a gruesome ink

• her eyes are her most identifiable and incredibly obvious trait. they’re the same blue as her mother’s— the kind of blue like water thrown over a sheet of ice. they can be incredibly cold to a frightening extent, or they can be loving beyond reason. she emotes through them almost entirely

• alana is 46 years old & feels no shame in this whatsoever

• she’s beginning to silver at the temples, & it’s faintly obvious as her hair is an extremely deep black, always neatly waved & very thick

• she earned her doctorate by age 24 after an overwhelmingly accelerated load of courses, attending NYU. she’s also skipped a couple grades and has literally never gotten a grade below an a. this did not come without extreme isolation, excessive studying to an obsessive degree, massive episodes of severe depression, & yet more studying

• alana is bisexual with a heavy preference toward women & a strong distrust of men. she’ll swiftly form an attachment to a woman & trust them in the stead of the years it takes for her to trust a man. her first serious relationship was with a woman named vicky keller, a renowned new york fashion photographer who she still speaks to at least once a month. at that time it had elements to it that would condition alana toward tolerance of abuse to an extent, being vicky’s extremely unchecked mental illness & alana’s refusal to give up. vicky would eventually leave alana on the morning of their wedding for her father’s apartment in budapest. alana would wake to no one & nothing, a bank account in her name with $800,000 in it, an apartment full of wedding accoutrements, & a wedding she had to cancel on her own after being humiliated publicly due to the public spectacle this wedding was expected to be. she sold the house she couldn’t afford to keep and then met hannibal lecter not long after.

• hannibal had never taken a protégé, so alana’s being chosen was both a huge deal and a point of contention in her cohort. they resented her for gaining the attention of the hospital’s most esteemed & notable doctor, and then for keeping it to work under. this happened because alana, well aware a doctor had been sexually exploiting his patients, laid him out in the cafeteria line in front of everybody. in addition to her incredible credentials and her impressive age, he was delighted by her vivacity. it made her a perfect alibi & it proved to him her sense of justice was immovable— a trait he heavily admired

• alana is a people-pleaser & a risk-taker, to whatever extent or extreme there is. on her second day under lecter’s tutelage, he willfully hindered a security guard from intervening in a situation with a violent patient, forcing alana to inadvertently take charge of the scenario. she sustained a relatively deep stab to the arm & felt nothing but exhilarated by having made hannibal so proud, by having proven herself to him in her bravery & her expertise. she’s a gryffindor

• she believes she is and unfortunately is very frequently right in most scenarios. she’s always the logical one and the one to speak bluntly and frankly. she always tries to keep everyone’s best interests at heart. she is also the type of person to underhandedly manipulate someone else into positive situations under the assumption she just knows what’s best for them. she’s both a virgo & an older sister with a genius level intellect. a deadly combination

• at 14 her father took her little brother to his very first hockey game— a hawks one, of course— for his birthday, being such expensive tickets were a luxury. on the way home they got into a collision that wrapped the car around a pole, killing their father & leaving eddie with a broken arm, severe facial bruising, & a burgeoning alcohol habit

• alana helped him dye his hair pink at 15, eddie 13, in an attempt to bond with him and bring him closer after the loss of their father. their mother worked as a waitress & a receptionist at a small doctor’s office, & jesse, the eldest brother, dropped out of college (& a promising possible football career) & worked as a mechanic to support the family. alana worked illegally off the books as a server, & it was anyone’s guess, where eddie was at any point

• victoria died of an aneurysm brought on by an inoperable brain tumor they didn’t know anything about until the incident occurred. alana propped up the family until the funeral in which she checked out, just as hard as she did at her father’s funeral, which was her first dissociative episode at 14

• alana’s leanings toward psychology were brought on largely by herself feeling isolated & different from the rest of the world, & a desire to help & understand people like her brother who were also at vulnerable points in their lives. this resulted in a doctorate in forensic psychiatry with a specialization in adolescent trauma

• alana was extremely punk as a teenager and edged into being relatively alternative. she once started a protest that got 73 people arrested and set a trash can on fire, promptly rolling it toward a pair of cops before leaping a turnstile to escape into the dark of a subway train

still goin

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

A Pill In Time - Giftbox Studios

Summary: An alternate universe where ‘A Hat In Time’ [by Gears For Breakfast] is set in a psychic ward, and anyone non-human in the game are human now.

Notes: The writer has done research of the mental disorders yet has trouble understanding and memorizing them, please don’t harass or insult them as they have tried to be empathetic and avoid spreading misinformation.Perspective of the main character changes to the next character to show what the main character is really doing.

TW: Mental disorders [Autism/Autism Spectrum, PTSD, OCD, Anxiety, Schizophrenia, etc.], the perspective of a child can be dark too, self-loathing, mentions of physical abuse [not kids fighting each other, we were kids who fought our own siblings before, unless it was physical abuse on your perspective…nevermind…], mild swearing, might be boring depending on how I write this story, some important characters from in-game are OOC.

Come at me, @doodledrawsthings!!!

JK, Love your work, you’re the reason I made this fanfic! 

The art’s done by me! ^^

Chapter 3: The High-Risk Floor

I remained patient in the elevator as it took me to the final floor, the doors opened to the perfect horror movie setting: a long corridor with doors, dimmed lights with a few of them flickering because of the stormy weather outside the hospital, add lightning and thunder into the setting; I didn’t notice my legs shaking but I woman-ed up and marched forward into the almost dark corridors. I scanned each passing door as I strolled, keeping a close eye on anything peculiar, just as I reached to the second last door, I found my no.1 favorite toy: My Music-Hat, a music box in the shape of a purple hat, with the yellow band having a small turnkey!

But when I finally got my hands on it, I heard a loud banging from the door in front of me, I froze in my tracks and watched the formally locked door to break at any moment, I take a few steps backwards with my toy close to my chest, the shaking came back and I was truly scared. Suddenly, a velociraptor screech boomed across the floor, followed by the door breaking open loudly that it could’ve flew off from the hinges, behind the door was a long haired lady, because of the dark, her hair color was not clear, but I definitely saw her cold red eyes glare at me when she turned her head, like she’s some kind of beast in a fairy tale.

I trapped my gasp before it could escape from my mouth and bolted to the opposite direction, in hopes of reaching the elevator before that…thing can catch me. She screamed louder and ran faster than any other lady her age, whatever her age was. Her screeches and my screams deafened my ears. I clutched my toy and bagpack tight, everything flashed around me and then I tripped on my knee when I was so close to the elevator, I hissed in pain and looked back at the lady. She was getting closer and my heart raced in panic, this is too much!!!

I have never screamed so loud in my life, nor cried so hard that I failed to notice what was going on in my surroundings, time slowed down as the lady got closer and I curled myself into a ball and cried like a baby.

A few minutes earlier

The sound of thunder woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes to see rain droplets hitting the window and a calm sigh was my only reply as I got up, stretched my back with a moan and rubbed my eyes awake. I brushed off my long brown hair away from my face, I could’ve got a haircut but…no. No need for that, I stood up and felt the chill in my room, or cell. I head to my small cupboard and picked up my favorite sweater- a deep plum colored wool- and wore it above my white cotton t-shirt. I yawned while fixing my sweater sleeves and made sure that the sweater didn’t show my skinny frame when suddenly, two loud shrieks were heard from outside my room. I jumped and my heart started to race uncontrollably, I didn’t have time to calm down. I recognized one of the shrieks, but the other sounded… younger and shrill. I reached for the door handle- I’ve never opened it myself, unless Dr. Timothy tells me to, yet I knew that something was wrong and I have to see what had happened.

I opened the door enough to peep through. I heard two set of footsteps rushing to the direction of the elevator, I looked to the other side and saw a small girl wearing a purple-yellow hoodie and carrying some kind of gadget and a bagpack, probably 8 or 9 years old, with tears streaming down her terror-filled eyes and I can see why she was running to the elevator. HER. I felt my heart stop when the little girl tripped and fell to the ground, making her scream more loud, God knows what she’ll do to that girl, I ignored my mind that was screaming to hide or my deafening heartbeats as I dashed and grabbed the girl. It was like as if the time froze when I turned to face those red soul-piercing eyes…again, I hoped that hag didn’t recognize me as I ran back to my room and shut the door, clutching the small girl tight. She definitely didn’t like what I did as she started to bang on my door. My heartbeats got louder and faster which made my breath short and fast. I hyperventilated and begged for her to leave me…and the girl alone. The chill became worse as fear overpowered me and made me shiver with the girl, who was curled up in my lap and clutching my waist tight.

The security and staff finally arrived and took her away to be pacified. As silence returned aside from the occasional thunder, I didn’t stop shaking but it lessened. I looked up at the door which thankfully didn’t fly off its hinges and then looked down at the girl…Poor thing was still shivering and weeping as she buried her face on my sweater. I was about to pat her back when I noticed her bagpack which looked like a big blue marshmallow if it wasn’t for her badges on it, one of which had the infinity symbol in rainbow colo- Oh… I stared down at the girl for a while, thinking of ways to calm her down when I noticed that she dropped her gadget on the thankfully carpeted floor. I picked it up and observed it, and twisted the turnkey more than thrice. What ensued was an odd yet peaceful moment…

The top-hat shaped gadget produced a music-box sound, the top part opened like a flower blooming in spring time and small dots of light reflected from the top created a kaleidoscope effect that covered my sweater and the wall in front of me with more than dozens of stars in a galaxy, changing colors from white, purple, blue, yellow, green and back to white. This isn’t an ordinary toy, isn’t it…? I didn’t notice that my heartbeats had calmed down as the girl’s head peeped up to look at the toy and the small stars. She uncurled and leaned on my sweater as she stared blankly at them, eyes red and puffy from the tears. I listened to the music and recognized the song…It was a lullaby from a movie I watched a long time ago before being in this cell. I sighed and sang with it, my voice being a bit rusty and off-key as I began to sing, but it went smoothly along with the notes. I gently rocked the girl with my body as I continue to sing and wiped off her tears instinctively. I watched her eyes slowly close as she drifted into a deep sleep and her calm breaths indicated that she’ll be alright. I kept singing just in case till the song finished and picked her up and put her on my bed, covering her with a weighted blanket from her bagpack and tucked her in, she smiles calmly, feeling safe and secured. I can only smile as I watched her sleep before I quietly walked to my desk drawer to retrieve some emergency anti-depressants. As much as the moment calmed me down, my heart still panicked after dealing with the b!@#$ that had ruined my life…

Hana’s P. O. V.

I opened my eyes slowly and got up, stretched my back and looked around the place. I was sleeping on a bed in a small room, my blanket and toy beside me and my bagpack below the bed. I looked up and saw a man sleeping on a rolling chair, a big book covers his face and muffled his snores. I didn’t know what had happened but I do know that I’m not supposed to be here. So as quietly as I can, I stuffed both my blanket and toy back into the bagpack and crept towards the door, my tiny hand almost reaching for the handle…

“No ‘thank you’? That’s kind of rude if you ask me, kid…”

I froze, how did he know I was about to leave…? I turned slowly, just to see one golden eye peeking out of the book, looking directly at me. I was flustered and scared, what’s with this guy…?? He sat up straight and crossed his arms, “Now, would you kindly explain to me why a little girl like you was waltzing around in a psych ward…? And in the ‘high-risk’ floor where the deranged are kept against their will for society’s sake?” He asked me like I should know the answer to the last question, and I just remained silent. He’s a stranger, and Grandpa taught me to never to talk to one…But I don’t remember what had happened before I arrived here. “Well?” He spoke again, patiently waiting for an answer, I looked at my shoes, “What happened…?”I shyly asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me? You came to this floor.” He replied sarcastically, I looked at him a bit annoyed. “I was looking for my toys…” I mumbled, but he heard it as he let out a short deep chuckle. “Your toys? What kind of kid carries twenty-eight toys in her marshmallow bag?” He replied smartly, as a cat-like smirk crept through his lips. I pouted and blushed with annoyance. “An Autistic one, that’s who!!” I yelled and his smirk disappeared…Too far, I guess…I looked away from him and stood there in silence, he did the same, scratching his head that has long brown hair that reached below his back…He kinda looks like a girl…He cleared his throat, “I found you running away from…Vanessa. You were experiencing sensory overload, so I used that Top-Hat toy you were carrying around…” he said in an awkward yet polite tone, still looking away. I tilted my head, “Who is Vanessa…?” I asked, was it that lady’s name?? He frowned more and scrunched his face, he seemed to not want to answer that question…Did she chase him down and make him scream too…? I thought of the scenario, it would’ve been funny if it didn’t happen to me, so…I reached to my bagpack to retrieve my top-hat toy. “…I am looking for the rest of my toys, they don’t seem important but to me they are, and many others tried to take them away…This toy…was made by my dad…before he and mom left me with Grandpa…”

Robin’s P. O. V.

When she mentioned her parents, I can tell that she blames herself or her disorder…either way, I know how she felt as I used to blame my disorder whenever she would get mad at me. I looked at the toy, it looked like no other child toy I can think of, so maybe her dad did make it himself and it showed how skillful he was…But it doesn’t explain how and why the kid was basically an orphan, aside from her Grandfather as her guardian… ”So…How many toys do you think are left…?” I see her blink after being lost in her thoughts, “Hm? Oh! I think twelve of them.” Her answer surprised me and my tone showed, “Oh? Did you search everywhere for them? That’s really impressive, kiddo!” I gave a calm smile at her and chuckled when she blushed but she smiled back a bit. I saw the confidence coming back to her and she tied her boots properly before she turned to the door.

Yet she paused…I don’t have to guess, “Want me to help?” She turned and had an embarrassed frown, she nodded her head. “But you don’t have to…um…” I realized that I forgot to tell my name, “I am Robin, I did help you escape from a lunatic.” I introduce myself and offer my help, she looked around for a while, humming to herself as she thinks, “Okay, but only for being by my side in this floor and till I reach to the ground level.” I looked at her and smiled, “You’re quite the contractor…aren’t you, kid? ~”, admittedly, she does have a good deal, yet I just fear for her coming back… “Alright, it’s a deal!” I clapped my hands once and got up, which startled the kid as she stepped back, she never saw a tall person before? I cracked my back and ruffled my hair more to hide my eyes, she was still looking at me in awe and she walked closer to me. I looked at her curiously, what’s in her head now?

“C-Can I…Um…?” She nervously asked, while hesitantly reaching a hand for my hair, I thought for a minute and nod, she carefully grabbed a tuft and used her thumb to stroke it, her sky-blue eyes gleamed in amazement, finding some unseen wonder in my mane. “Are you a boy?” she asked with uncertainty and such innocence, I did a double take and laughed heartily at her question. It has been a while since I laughed like that and this kid had just made my day. I controlled my laughter and wiped off an imaginary tear from my non-hidden eye, “Now is not the time to debate whether my long hair makes me look like a girl, kid! We have an objective to accomplish!!” I watched her face change from embarrassment to realization as she secures the bands of her bagpack. Then I realized that I agreed to leave my room…for a kid I barely knew…My heart started to beat faster again and I stared blankly at the door. I breathe quietly yet quickly as the thoughts of the unexpected events that are yet to happen raced in my mind, then a small hand held mine and I looked at the small girl, “Ready to go, Mr. Robin?” She asked with an innocent smile, oblivious about how I am feeling. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, gave a fake smile and held her hand. I reached for the door, fingers on the handle, ‘Try to not think of dying of a heart attack on the spot, alright?’ I thought to myself and opened the door. I looked around to see if the coast was clear, and stepped out of my room in my socks as I lead the girl to the corridors of the floor. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked, I don’t mind calling her “kid” or “kiddo”, but that would be rude to not call her by name, she smiled and said that her name is Hana…That’s a really nice name.

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End of the Dadtcher chapter of ‘A Pill In Time’. This is a testing chapter to see if I can continue on writing this fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed typing it; if you have any thoughts or suggestions, please let me know as I would want to make this chapter friendly and well-researched with no misinformation. Terms and Conditions apply.