Daniel
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Post by Daniel on Aug 27, 2020 22:47:52 GMT 1
Daniel knew he was supposed to wait, but the nurse's talk of sheep had struck a chord. If they had sheep here, then Daniel was going to find them before they found him first. They could be hostile. They could be Armand's radio-controlled ewes. The sons of bitches could be anything. From the floor above, he could hear the sound of someone running, but there was no-one to be found down here.
He wandered aimlessly through long corridors, along dark staircases and past various locked doors behind which he could hear scraping, muffled groans and laughter. Yes! Still just like home, he thought cheerily. But he couldn't get in.
After a while, the corridor widened out into some sort of ante room. There were hooks on the ceiling - ah just like his old bedroom. A thick chain coiled in one corner. Whatever memory that conjured up was soon answered with a wistful smile.
Yet more stairs took him down to what must have been the original cellars. It was almost pitch black down there and there was no sign of any light switch. Something seemed to slither past his foot. He was certainly walking in at least an inch of stagnant water. A noise could be heard, but it was faint.
"Hello?" Daniel called out. Yes, there was someone here. He could sense it. He moved further inside and called again.
"Have you seen any sheep?"
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Post by Nigel Crump on Aug 28, 2020 2:11:40 GMT 1
Nigel couldn't remember when his last meal had been. His cell was cold and dark. He could have flipped the switch for the overhead fluorescent lights, but what was the point? There was certainly nothing to see here.He picked up a small piece of jagged rock and marked off yet another day on the stone wall that was completely filled with marks from the many years he had been kept prisoner at the Asylum."Hello?" An unfamiliar voice echoed from down the corridor. "Have you seen any sheep?"Sheep? Nigel suddenly couldn't recall if he had ever seen a sheep. If he had, it must have been a very long time ago. Perhaps when he was still a young boy."I don't think so!" He called out through the small barred window in his cell door. "What do they look like?"
Before the voice could answer him, he heard another. This one was coming from the top of the staircase that led to the cellar"Baa baa black sheep have you any wool, Yes, sir, Yes sir, three bags full! One for my master Dr. Val and one for my master Dr. Matt, And one for the little boy Daniel Malloy who lives dead down the lane!"
Oh god. If Nurse Crayzee was here, it could mean one of two things. Dinner or an injection.
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Post by Nurse Crayzee on Aug 28, 2020 7:13:13 GMT 1
I found him sitting on the floor muttering about his sheep. "Ah, there you go you poor sweet boy you must be mighty hungry right about now hmm? Not to worry, I will send Ole Jack a text to get you a sheep, or a cheap whore, whatever he comes across first. In the mean time," I said as I stood up, pulled back my hair and straightened my dress," Lets get you to your cell, put on your new head gear, and a little changes of clothes. Oh no, wait, sorry kiddo, it's clock out time for Nurse Crayzee and I NEVER work overtime! Later stud!"
Text sent...Hey, ole Jack, our new patient is down here in Block B/West Wing...bring a sheep, this vampy down here is hungry.
I Put my cellphone in my pocket and headed outside the Insane Asylum, and then I heard a long ago familiar voice..."I don't think so! What do they look like?"
My eyes widened as I leaned with my back to the wall sliding down to sit on the ground as I bellowed peals of hysterical laughter! Nigel Crump! How many years has it been since I locked you away and completely forgot about you! Oh well, suits this place right for not giving me raise!
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Daniel
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Post by Daniel on Aug 28, 2020 12:41:48 GMT 1
"I don't think so!” came a small voice in the dark. If a voice could be said to be transparent, this one definitely was. Daniel edged towards it as it spoke again. “What do they look like?"
“Could anything, knowing him,” Daniel said sagely. His night vision was good, but he flicked his lighter anyway. Where he’d expected a face to be staring back at him, there was nothing. Well, that was just typical. He laughed. “Are you in my head?” he asked. “Marius said that all that would stop with the finger-painting therapy.” He heard a shuffle where the voice should be. “If you are a voice in my head, don’t you think you’d better get back inside it?”
Footsteps announced the approach of the pretty bloody nurse. "Ah, there you go you poor sweet boy,” she said, offering him a sheep or a whore. Yeah, just like Armand. This was getting more suspicious by the moment.
Daniel rapped on the cell bars and listened. “Ok, but no-one watching this time,” he replied to the nurse while listening carefully. The dullness of the sound indicated that there was someone other than himself nearby.
“Are you a real thought?” he asked the void where an actual person wasn’t. He smelled blood, but there wasn’t anyone to be seen. If his thoughts were becoming real, this could spell certain disaster for them all. He turned back to the nurse, but she’d gone.
“Tell me truthfully,” he asked the Thought. “Do the goats here have real ears?”
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Post by Nigel Crump on Aug 28, 2020 13:17:24 GMT 1
Nurse Crayzee disappeared almost as fast as Nigel could, but that was how things always went at the end of her shift. He guessed that there would be no dinner again tonight.
The face that peered into his cell was young, but the eyes told a different story. This kid been through some things. That was easy to see. Nigel picked up his glasses from the table near his bed and put them on so he could have a better look.
“Are you a real thought?” The boy questioned. Nigel considered this.
"I'm not a fake thought," Nigel answered. He wasn't sure what the boy meant but he was happy to have some company, even though he knew it would be brief. "I don't get many goats down here, so I can't make a comment on the reality of their ears. In fact, I don't think I've seen a goat in more than two decades. I'm Nigel."
He extended a hand through the bars, then realized that it was invisible. "What's your name?"
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Daniel
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Post by Daniel on Aug 28, 2020 14:24:00 GMT 1
Before he could speak again, a pair of glasses floated through the air. They were heavy and square and came to rest in front of Daniel's face. They even spoke.
"I'm not a fake thought," they said. Daniel considered this. Seemed legit. No goats either.
"I'm Nigel," said the specs. "What's your name?"
"Daniel," said Daniel, surprised that his own Thought was called Nigel. Nigel?
"Are you Polish?" Daniel added. He'd known a chimney sweep in Poland called Nigel. Way back in 1978. Well, his name had been Lechoslaw, but Daniel had always been too drunk to promounce it, so had settled on Nigel. No, that couldn't be right. Polish Nigel had been real. Real enough for Armand to pull off his head over a game of Kolejka.
He looked at the rusting bars that formed Nigel's cell.
"If you are my Thought, Nigel, you have to come with me. I can't leave bits of my head everywhere!" He pulled at the ancient metal. It groaned and moved where it was set into the water-logged ground. A good hard tug. And then another. Finally the bars gave way, the corroded metal all too happy to give up the ghost.
Daniel turned back to the floating glasses. "Come on, Nigel. Let's find somewhere that's a lot more fun."
As he ascended the stairs again, he could hear his Thought padding after him.
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Post by Nigel Crump on Aug 30, 2020 15:36:57 GMT 1
"Come on, Nigel. Let's find somewhere that's a lot more fun." Nigel was impressed by Daniel's strength. Must be a werewolf or a vampire or one of those types. He had seen his fair share of supernatural creatures in his years at the Asylum, but it was often difficult to tell them apart just by looking and it seemed rude to ask.
He couldn't remember when he had last been outside of his cell. The old guards used to take him outside sometimes for exercise, but that stopped following an incident where he stripped off the boring white clothing he was forced to wear and went frolicking in the woods. He hadn't been trying to escape. In fact, he wouldn't know where to go if he did manage to free himself, but because it took them so long to locate him, it was deemed an escape attempt and Nigel was put in solitary confinement in the cellar where he still resided to this day. He was certain to get in trouble for this, but Daniel seemed so enthusiastic that it was impossible to say no.
He adjusted his glasses and followed Daniel down the long, dark hallway and up the stairs.
(Continued in The Kitchen)
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