~Asylum~ // {Slashers x reader}

~Therapy?~

(Morning- Time '5:30'_ Also just incase, the slashers that wear masks-Jason, Michael, etc. all don't have their masks. they were taken when they came to the facility :3 enjoy!)

Y/N POV

I wake up to the sound of an bell.. It must be time for breakfast. I get up the lights turning on, the brightness making me cover my eyes. My eyes adjust to the light, the room filled with the groggy sounds of the other people waking up. "Damn, I should have slept earlier, I'm so tired.." Stu says, rubbing his eyes, "Yeah, it's to early for this shit.." says Freddy, standing up and moving around. "Breakfast will be served shortly." the intercom buzzes loudly. I stretch and stand up like everyone else. "So, how do you like this place so far?" Tiffany questions rather softly, "It's okay I guess.., It's better than prison. Prison was colder, and the guards were shitty." I state shivering at the mention of the hellish place. "Well that's good at least your able to adjust here. Usually people get angry and attack the doctors and guards.." Tiffany responds, fixing her sheets. "Yeah, they haven't pissed me off yet. Or anyone for that matter. Usually when I get transferred to a different containment facility, I get picked on and end up having to move again." I say, fixing my sheets too. "Oh, so your a trouble maker huh?" Billy says, leaning on the cell wall across from mine, "Not really, people just make me angry sometimes, so I teach them a lesson." I say calmly. "What made you transfer then? Must have pretty bad for them to move you here." Freddy says, looking at me with a questioning look. Everyone by this time was looking at my, wanting to learn more about my story. "Well, there was this guy. And he was a huge jerk. He would always  me. Then one day, he took my books and ripped them..." I say, "What did you do about it?" Tiffany asked, "So, I went up to him, and well I stabbed him 37 times in the chest." I respond calmly. "You know you killed him, right? I have a feeling your here for more than 'accidentally' killing your mom." Billy retorts, "It was more of revenge then murder.." I say yawning. Another bell went off, before guards flooded the cell rooms. They started hand cuffing everyone, including me. "Alright, we are going to take you to the cafeteria for breakfast. Then we will come and get you guys and take you to the therapy session." Said Dr. Loomis.

We start walking down the hall. Billy in front of me and Stu behind me. I sniff the air, it's Smokey and smells like pig. Bacon maybe? Eggs too. We finally get to the line and get our food. It was slices of nasty looking meat and green mush.. I lost my appetite. We sit down at a table and the guards chain us down. Everyone starts talking about the therapy session after breakfast and what they want to do later today. I feel a poke at my arm. I look over, "Hey, do you want your food?" Stu asks rather excitedly. "No, here have it." He takes my plate and starts stuffing his face. I almost puke at the sight, it was disgusting... The bell finally goes off again, indicating the end of 'breakfast'. We wait as the guards come to unchain us, Dr. Loomis following behind. "Okay everyone, we will be moving you all to the therapy room. So, please cooperate, we don't want anyone getting issued to isolation again!" He says as he looks over us. The guards cuff our hands and feet like before and get us into our previous line, Billy in front of me and Stu behind me. We start to exit the cafeteria and make our way down the calmly structured halls. Passing other patients rooms. Bathrooms and even staff rooms. While we walk I read each sign on the doors.. Bathroom, Trauma unit, Staff only, Equipment... Patient property.. I'll need to visit that room later... get my stuff back.

We finally arrive at the 'therapy room', honestly it looked like a kindergarten classroom. Crayons, paper, books, and games everywhere. The guards uncuff us while Dr. Loomis explains what we are doing, "Now that we are here, I thought maybe since you guys were good for the guards and me, I would let you guys have a free period to do whatever you want. Of course with the exception of breaking rules. So behave and everything will be okay, Okay?" We all nod, a few verbal yeses. "Alright, have fun." he says as he sits in the corner of the room, doing paper work. I start to hear music playing.. Jeopardy theme? Yep. "Guys! Lets play jeopardy! It'll be fun!" Stu says smiling like a goof, I nod. Everyone seems not to care and go along with it. We all sit in front of a white board as Stu and Billy make question cards, along with answers. They stick them to the board and make categories for each of them. 5 rows of 5 questions. 'Horror movie names', 'Slasher movie motives', 'weapons used', 'Main victims', 'Ways of killing'. I read the categories, assuming its about every slasher here, its based on who knows who best. I may do exceptional or I may fail. But, that depends on the reality of the questions. Don't get me wrong I'm a nerd for horror movies, I got them all. But, I don't know the people personally. So, friend-like questions are out of my sites. "Okay, should we do teams?" Billy asks, looking around, "Y-yeah, I want to be with Hannibal, if that's okay." Brahms says shyly, "I don't mind." Hannibal says, "Okay I guess, how about Jason and Michael, Leatherface and Freddy, Chucky and Tiffany, Y/n and... Oh, Y/n are you okay being a group of one?" Stu asks, "Yeah I don't mind." I respond, "Okay., so the rules are that you and your partner takes turns picking questions, but if is a question about someone in your group they can't answer it, because they probably know the answer! You can steal questions too, so if a group can get the answer, another group can steal it-" Stu was cut off by Chucky, "Yeah, yeah we get it. Can we just start?" Chucky says annoyed, "Oh, yeah sure! Okay Hannibal you can start us off!" The game starts and Hannibal's group answers a 3 point question, then Jason's group answers a 1 point. The game goes on, you surprisingly are tied with Hannibal and Brahms at 27 points each, J/M: 8, L/F: -3, C/T: 11, one 5 point question left. Hannibal goes to answer the question, "What was Ghostface's motive for killing?" Billy asks, "Easy, they didn't have one. Their just teens being teens." He smirks, until, "Wrong", Billy and Stu say simultaneously. "What? But, at the end of the movie it says that there didn't have to be a motive for killing.." Brahms says. "It's a trick question, something only they know, its to make us look stupid." Freddy says, Chucky nods.. I raise my hand, they look at me, "Yes, Y/n?" Stu asks curiously, "I think I know the answer.. Billy's motive for killing was described as an act of revenge on Sidney Prescott's mother, Maureen, who had an affair with his father, causing his parents to divorce. Then, Stu's motive was more simple, Peer pressure, he was far to sensitive to say no when asked." Everyone looked at me in shock, waiting for Billy or Stu to say something, "That.. That is far to correct. How do you know so much about this?" Billy asks confused, Stu adding points to my team. "Simple, like I said, I have been to more facility's than I can count, It's hard not to find someone who knows things like that. Plus, I like horror movies and I am good at finding hidden messages. And.. I may have read some past records of people before.. yours being some of them." I smile nervously, knowing I won. Everyone, still in shock about my answer, just look at me. Hannibal shacks my hand, smiling. "Very good win. you deserve that. I have never met anyone who looks that closely into someone's past, you impressed me." He says congratulating me on my victory. "Well everyone It seems you guys had a fun time, but its almost time for lunch. So clean up. Then after lunch, we can take you guys to the gardens in the back, so you guys can relax a bit." Dr. Loomis says as we start cleaning up the question cards and board. We finish right as the lunch bell rings. The guards begin cuffing us and lining us up like we were before. 

If I'm being honest, the therapy room was okay. I'm kind of excited to go out to the garden. This place isn't all that bad, thought the food could be better. I sniff the air again, stale meat and cheese? Yeah probably won't eat that...