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Kentrell looked down at his hand, a sharp shank tool he'd made poking the table through each space of his finger, playing a game with himself he'd learned a while ago.
The objective of the game was to hit the spaces between your fingers with the sharp tool as fast as you could without cutting yourself.
Kentrell had played the game many times before with himself, and was quite remarkably a pro. Though the game very easy since he didn't have any competition besides himself, of course.
He zoned out his surroundings, focusing on the sound of the shank hitting the metal table with each fast swipe of his finger, objectively not cutting himself.
After a few minutes, he stopped, becoming bored with the game he played damn near everyday, by himself.
He looked around at the quiet room that him and a few others occupied, before a hooded figure sat next to him.
"Missed me?" A voice came from the figure, sounding muffled.
Kentrell stared at it, because he knew that it wasn't actually there, and was instead his own mind playing tricks on him.
He often had the mental battle with himself, seeing which version of him was stronger, the fake voice, or him-Kentrell.
He'd named the figure Top, because it seemed to always play on his, so the name fit. Top seemed to like the name as well, because once his personality switched, it was all that he would answer to.
"You don't have a life or sum'? Other people to bother?" He chuckled, looking over at the figure.
"You don't have a life or sum'? Other people to bother?" His voice repeated, only this time it came from the figure, instead of himself.
"Unoriginal." He mumbled, standing up from the table as the figure followed on the side of him.
He walked up to the receptionist desk, banging on the window, making the lady behind it jump.
"H-hi, how may I-I help you?" Rebecca stuttered. She'd had multiple run ins with Kentrell, and every time she was more afraid from previous outbursts he'd made at her.
"I need some medicine." He mumbled, leaning over the counter.
"You've had your dosage for today. If you take more you might o-." She started, and he cut her off.
"Bitch I'll break through this glass and stick that fucking pen in yo eye. I need some fucking medicine." He gritted, his eyes dark, and her fingers slightly shook in fear.
"Top, we've been over this. You ca-." She started, and just as he was about to punch through the glass, he was restrained by two officers, making him roll his eyes.
"I ain't even do shit this time." He mumbled, being pulled towards his room.
The officers put him in his room, one of them guarding the door and the other walking away.
