#ofethics

She knew something was wrong once the staff began to switch around. The familiar wrinkled countenance of their regular old nurse was replaced with five shiney new nurses in her station, all poring over their records and administering abrupt care to the residents of the home, providing a hiccup in the rhythm and flow that they’ve all established over the years. Minnie’s morning went relatively routinely, she was given her medication after breakfast where she was alloted time to herself, which was utilized into her scheming into escaping and establishing freedom once and for all, and as she scribbled into her journal about the nurses and their rescheduled rotations, a new face has presented itself once again, an interim doctor to possibly reassess and place her progression since her time here. Just when she thought the mental mental prodding has ended...

She tucks her journal as discreetly as possible away and out of sight beneath her pillow and leans against the wall, perched on her bed in the corner of the small, square. She draws up her legs and humors the doctor, vowing to respond to everything with nothing but the utmost truth. In the back of her mind, rationale begged to feed them lies, placate them, make them believe that you are sane, that you should be freed and erased from their records. It’s easier that way, isn’t it? Feed them the same lies they forced down your own throat, twist it until it’s unrecognizable and in your favor. 

Yet she reiterates everything that has once been answered before: Yes, I was apart of the Seo Massacre two years ago. Yes, I take medication to treat my mental illness. Yes, I do see “ghosts” and “monsters.” Yes, there is one behind you right now. Yet it was still, a few steps away from the doctor’s body. It gave her the same chilling look of simultaneous scrutiny and apathy: the mental assessment was her job, not because she genuinely cared. 

The end of her sentence catches her ears, and Minnie’s eyes snap to hers, a wicked smile on her face. Another Invisible Monster has been revealed. 

“I carry everyone else’s. They come to me and ask for salvation, but only they can help themselves. Just like how only you can save yourself.” The shadow besides her matches her gaze, and it’s bizarre, hollow features contort into an equally villainous smile, yet it continues to withhold The Doctor’s secrets, and for once Minnie is curious. 

you want me to bring it after you gOTTA KILL STEFFY TO BE ABLE TO SHOW HIM SOME LOVE HU H … but fine cause ily