Devil's Sanity

A DOCTOR'S POINT OF VIEW - ______________________________ 5:53 AM Over three hundred odd, if not mentally disturbed patients, have been in our care so far, and sometimes it's a real hassle to deal with them. The more normal they seem at first, the more disturbing we found out they really were towards the end. That's why when the newest patient came in, patient number 335, most faculty members were suddenly on edge. He was like a child that made you question more than twice if he really was a patient here. He didn't complain when given an order but did occasionally ask questions. It was almost like a lost child wandering inside an asylum. He just seemed too well behaved to be in a place like this. This was the reason that I was so determined to find out what their damage was, so that I can bring my fellow co-workers peace of mind... In a private room, I started by asking both basic and personal questions about him. After the interrogation, I should be able to analyze him better. Doc: Full name? Patient: katisu.J.Rodosu Doc: Age? Patient: seventeen Doc: Race? Patient: look at me. Im obviously black It is prohibited that the staff gets chummy with the patients like this; supposedly, it can distract them from their work... or worse. Doc: Any mental issues? Patient: ADHD… and Autism ? Doc: I see. Any hobbies? Patient: I like to draw and write. Doc: Interesting It seems this boy comes with a great deal of sarcasm. I wouldn't be surprised if he came with some dark humor as well, but in the moment, I’m just asking random questions until I get some kind of lead. Only then will I ask the real questions... In order to keep this experiment going, three nurses have agreed to vouch for me in case the other staff begins to catch on. These nurses are very loyal to me, simply because they are relatives of mine and are all so young and naive. Doc: Alright, we’re just about done here, just one more thing. Do you have a preferred name? A nickname, if you will... Patient: um...Katisu is fine Doc: I see. Well, with that we're just about done here for now. Please follow the nurse and she'll take you to your room. Patient: Right. Doc: Enjoy your stay. Patient: I won't! Sigh. Okay, no lead yet, and he isn't as polite as he first appeared to be... He seems to be rather negative towards me if not other people as well. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A nurse’s P.O.V _______________________________________________________ So this is the new  patient number three-three-five. He looks pretty normal from what I can tell. We finally reach his room as we walk further down the hallway. If I remember correctly, there was only one other patient in our records that stayed in this room. I wonder where they are right now. As we walk past many of the faculty members,I noticed this odd doctor. I feel a bit curious, but at the same time, I don't want to get distracted from my job. "Who was that?" the patient asked bluntly. "Oh, I’m not sure. Another employee, I guess?" I replied “Oh... So, how much longer?" he moved on to another question. "Oh, not much longer. I mean this room is special, from what I hear." I replied, fueling the conversation. Though im not so certain i should have said that. “What’s so special about it?" he suddenly sounded like he was a bit curious “Oh, it's just that no one’s been in this room before, you'll be the first," I reply with a little lie. By telling him this, I hope that he'll feel at least a little special. “Oh…" he uttered. He sounded somewhat disappointed in that minor fact. We had finally made it to the room. Unlike the other doors, this one was made for a totally different purpose. The number 3350 was labeled on the door in huge font. “Well here it is, your room” I introduced him. I just stood in silence.  “Is something wrong?” I uttered, reaching out of my comfort zone. “Yeah... maybe you can tell me. WHY... MY DOOR... LOOKS LIKE THAT OF A PRISON CELL FOR AMERICA’S MOST WANTED!?!” his tone sounded like someone who was going to snap at me. It gave me a chill. “I-i-i wouldn’t know anything about that, sorry.” my voice shrieked, speaking such a reply, preparing for him to snap at me. After all, he wouldn’t be the first... “Alright then... can I look inside?” he uttered. At such a moment, he had me completely dumbfounded. I was sure he was going to yell at me like he was  my alcoholic father. “U-uh, yeah, sure…” I stutter. I’m starting to think I might have been misjudging this new patient just a little. I typed in the numbers for his cell... and I opened his door. “Okay, here we are.” I uttered as he walked in. “If you need anything, just ask, okay?” and like that, I attempted a hit and run until the patient requested something “Before you go,” he uttered, stopping me in my tracks, “Could you get me 3 blank journals, some pencils, and a sharpener?” he requested. I was unsure as to why, but I did say I’d get him almost anything... “I suppose, but I can’t give you a mechanical sharpener, you know?” I uttered in response. “Hand-held is fine” he replied. His back turned to me. “Okay, then.” I gave my final reply as his door closed itself, as that is simply how the door function, as I continued to walk the hall after finally parting ways. It always gets me stirred up when I open that door. I don’t know why, but every time I'm here, I see the kids who died in this room long ago. But that's just a legend. Just a legend. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Patient #3350’s POV __________________________________________________________ “Well, here I am. Heh, so this is an asylum? Doesn't seem like the brutal prison cell my mother told me it would be, it’s almost like my own private room. Thinking of it now, I can’t see how anyone could go insane just being cooped up in here. Actually, it  makes sense now why people called my first creepypasta shit... oh well..." “Seems like a nice place to get away from all the drama and bullshit called my life. Although visitors would still be nice…” I muttered, keeping myself busy with some small commentary to the other pros of staying in an asylum. The floors, walls, and ceiling had padded, soft cushioning. If not for the wooden table, chair, and metal bed, I’m sure this would be a great place for a fighting match. “Anyway, I’m sure that nurse will be back so that I can draw and write. It’ll be a good way to pass the time...” I murmured. I slid my fingers across the oak table, when something suddenly stopped me in my tracks, a sound... I slowly turn my head, my body following after a few seconds, until I'm facing it. In the upper left corner, there's an security camera, its lens rotating from zooming in to zooming out. A camera like this is used to keep an eye on people or to catch a spiritual presence, I can kind of tell from its infrared lens, from those many movies of paranoia. Of course, unlike me those people are dead. Those idiots, making money off the dead like that... “Come to think of it... didn’t the nurse say-” {“It’s just that no one’s been in this room before, you'll be the first…”} The memory came flashing back to me as I gazed at the camera. The camera zoomed in and out once again... “I’m starting to think the nurse told me a white lie…” “And also that this room might have more to it…” i turned around and continued to scope out the room some more