AWKWARD ZOMBIE

There isn't anyone here. You can't ">kill a man"

>Become god
>Make a man
>Kill a man

As the doctor doesn't get back, you start getting bored again, and therefore pretty rustled. This can't happen. This shouldn't happen. You were supposed to get help, right ? Then where is the help ? Someone has to pay for that, your wrath will have to punish someone !
You see some modelling clay on the desk. You take it, and take great care in making a very realistic human. You're actually pretty proud of yourself... you're pop flyin' you can look at this thing... from that high. It feels pretty good...
But you remember why you made him in the first place. With a roar, you raise the man and throw it on the floor, where it crashes and ends up in pieces.
You laugh sadistically as you just killed a man... but it wasn't as funny as you hoped.

+1 modelling clay

>Ask Fairy for advice.

Woops

... actually, after what you just did, you don't feel too good... What's wrong with you ? Why making something like that just to crush it ?... since when are you this violent ? You used to be gentle... boring, distant, but gentle... You never hurt anyone in your life... well, you hope you never did...
Your fairy comes back.
"Yes, you hurt people, Jack. You never intended to, therefore you're not a bad person. But sometimes you hurt other people."
"... is that supposed to make me feel better ?"
"You're just angry at everyone. You made something that couldn't feel pain so you could give it to it. Actually, you can't hurt anyone, and that clayman is the proof : you couldn't hurt something that can get hurt."
You smile to the fairy... you feel a little better, at least.
"... thanks fairy. I didn't even ask for your name..."
The fairy is about to tell you, when Dean -the doctor- finally comes back. The fairy vanishes
"I'm sorry, Bill. Some problem with a patient of ours."
"Don't worry. I was patient" you lie.
"Good. Let's start, then, OK ?"

>Find out that the doctor abuses patients
>Understand your true purpose

Declare you hate Frenchmen but love Belgiums.

"Well I'm just here for my chickens. Really."
"I understand, Bill, I understand."
Dean stands up and sits on his desk, closer to you. You lean a little backwards.
"Where are those chickens, tell me ?"
You look at him. In his eyes, you can't see any kind of "nice" anymore. You start to fear this man. And, even though he always acted friendly, he seems pretty mean all of a sudden...
"Th... they're right here, y... you can't see them ?"
Suddenly, he smacks your head. Strong. You can't see straight for two seconds, and get up, angry.
"What the hell are you..."
He doesn't answer; he just kicks you in the stomach, right in the stomach. You fall back on your chair.
"Listen, old fart", he says", I'm not here to joke. Those chickens, I'll make you forget about them. You'll get your normal mind back, whether you like it or not ? I don't give two fucks about you silly-wallys. You're insane ? Suits yourself. My job isn't to heal you, my job is to keep you from screwing anything up outside. So, now that I've made myself clear, where are those chickens ?"
"Th... nowhere, th... they don't exist, I invented them ! L... let me go !"
You're totally frightened and mastered by this person. You don't really understand how he managed to become such a monster, but... you do realise that life isn't fun in here. You just want to leave. You don't care about what the fairy asked you -you just want to be back to your flat. To leave this place. At least you felt safe, alone. In lonely times, you're the only one you have to fear.
"Good... very good. I think I'll be able to be easy on you. I hope... it's for your best, you know..."
He then takes your hair and gets his mouth close to your ear; you shake in fright.
"Do you know... why this Jill he was talking about won't listen to anyone but me ?" he whispers, calmly.
You shiver; your spine just melted. You can't feel your legs. This man is insane... but this man is the only one who can leave this mental institution...
"... because she fears me..."
He lets go and calls a nurse outside.
"You'll take this nice Bill in the room 304. I think he's going to leave very soon -aren't you ?"
"Y... yes !"
You don't even dare to reply. He leaves, and a smiling nurse helps you to get up and to get to your room.
You don't even ask.



The nurse tries to talk to you, but during the walk, you do nothing but babble scared nonsense. She thinks it is the reason why you were taking in, so she stays pretty far away from you.
All of a sudden, you blurt out a huge "French people are losers ! They wouldn't win a war against themselves ! Thank god they have the Belgians close to them to kick their butt when they need directions !"
The nurse looks at you with a funny look. Your mind seems to have wandered veeeeery far away, after such a frightening encounter.
You get to your room; she hands you sheets and you see that there are two beds; in the bottom bonk, someone's already lying.

>Poke your new roomie.

> creepypasta

>Upon being poked, roomie wakes up
>Roomie is a girl
>Who looks exactly like the fairy
>And is named Jill

You look at this person, that looks asleep. You slowly put all your stuff on the top bonk, and look.
She's actually a woman. Like 30 years old, maybe younger. She's got bright blue hair, that you find extremely pretty. That also surprises you : she's a PUNK, and you like her hair ? Something's wrong with you, today... even though... even though this blue-ish shiney look on her head... kinda... gives you the feeling of... some flying creature...
Yeah, she sorta looks like looks like the fairy, with those hair.
Like any sleeping woman, she is definitely cute and beautiful.
You realise all of a sudden these idiots just put you in the same room as a GIRL. You don't understand how intimity is supposed to work in this establishment, but they clearly don't seem to know much about it.
She starts talking in her sleep. You mumble, as she seems bodaciously nuts to you; at least, this person is there for a good reason.
Suddenly, she yells... and stops. Then she screams again and stops as quickly.
You shrug, absolutely astonished as how this woman can even still be alive -in a perfect world, dummies and crazies have to be held in a cage or put to eternal sleep, right ?
You stand, thinking about what just came through your mind : did you really just wish for those people to be KILLED ? Are you soulless enough to believe this'd make things better for everyone ? You feel like Dean, this daisies doctor, just turned you into some freak too...
Her yellings are, strangely, pretty rythmed : she does every six seconds, and you don't get what's going on in this mind of hers. But this seriously has to stop : you tickle her under her chin.
"... you shouldn't have done that..." she whispers.
A shiver goes through your spine. Is she actually awake ? Was she faking her sleep. Seems like it : she opens her eyes, stands immediately and stares at you. Then she puts her legs against her, and hugs them.
"Who are you ?" she says coldly.
"I'm Ja... Bi... of, what the heck, I'm Jack. Jack Merridew. The old fart."
The nickname Dean gave you kinda suits you, you think; you smile. You've always liked nicknames, being mean or not. And you don't really care much about people being mean to you -that's interesting, when people are mean to you; at least, they care about you, right ? So, in a way, it's still better than loneliness.
"And what's your name, kiddo ?"
"I'm Jill. Jill Sandwich."
"Heh. Jill and Bill. I see the pattern."
"What ?"
"No, nothing. So, you here since long ?" You make your bed as she keeps staring at you.
"I don't know if it's long, but I'm here since two months."
"Well, that's right, length depends. I guess if you're having fun in here, that's still pretty short, right ?"
"Then it must be a pretty long time to me..."
She's senseful. Even though she seems scared, she doesn't seem too distant. She kinda reminds you of your daughter, Dina. But Jill's way more beautiful, even though she looks extremely tired and has a few bruises here and th...
BRUISES ?
You don't understand yourself, but you put your hand on her face to look at her injuries. She moves away, terrified by your sudden move, squeeling.
"Eee, don't hurt me, don't hurt me !"
"Sorry, Jill, I... I just wanted to... to see..."
She's against the corner of the room, closed inside herself. You come closer, and she closes her eyes, hoping you won't hurt her, without daring moving away -where could she go ?
Slowly, nicely, you raise her chin and discover blue dots on it. She also has a few on her neck, and something that looks like strangulation marks.
This girl clearly isn't treated well.
"What the fuck is that !" you yell, and Jill makes a frightened noise again.
"I-it's not me ! I swear ! I'm sorry, i didn't want, I just... I don't know what happened, I-I..."
"Of course it's not you ! Fuck ! This bastard Dean ! I'll fucking kill him !"
"N-no ! It... it wasn't him, he... he didn't do it ! It wasn't him -don't tell him he hit me, please, please, don't !"
She goes to you and takes your arm, strongly. You calm down immediately when you see she's actually crying. You stop.
You think to yourself... how you're different from yesterday... you would never have cared about anyone... You used to think about only yourself, and all it took was this cute woman being injured that way. You don't recognize yourself, but you don't dislike that new you.
"Well, if it's not Dean, who is it ?"
"I... it's..." she says, worried.
You hope she'll admit how Dean is a monster, at least just for her peace of mind... when her eyes shine, and she turns to you, smiling :
"It's th-the cat ! Yes, that's him !"
"... the cat ? What are you talking about ?"
Jill changed very suddenly. She goes back to the bed and sits; it looks like she's telling you a story, even though she's clearly making it up on the go.
"The... the cat comes here every night. He likes the night, because no one can see him. When you sleep, he actually stays in a corner until the day. He's peaceful and nice, and makes sure you have nice dreams. But if you ever wake up during the night... the cat doesn't like to be seen. He doesn't like people who don't sleep. When people sleep, they're blind, and he feels like he is powerful because he could kill you right here during your sleep and you wouldn't know, but he doesn't kill because he just likes the feeling. But if you ever wake up when he's here..."
Her voice becomes darker, and even though she's still holding her legs tight, she's enjoying her story. You're standing in front of her, listening, trying to understand.
"... when you feel his presence in the room... he hisses, really mad at you... he hates when you see him, because he has to admit he's not invisible... So he jumps on you and hits you with his clawless paws... You can't move, because his eyes shine, in a light that scares you more than death... And you let yourself getting hurt, because, inside you, you're certain that, if you even breath, if you dare trying to resist, the cat will kill you, just like that... He'll tear your throat apart... you're sure of that..."
... silence... you look at her, amazed.
"... and then what ?"
"... and then he leaves... just like that... and he comes back every day, hoping he'll stay invisible every time and crying in the dark because he doesn't like to hurt you... The cat loves you, he'd like to be held, but... he fears everyone... so he'd rather stay hidden even if it means... that no one will ever pet him..."
You stare at her. She's clearly lost it. But you feel something through her story... something familiar...
You shrug and go back to making your bed. There's clearly no hope to see her get better, if she can't admit who hurts her, right ?