Fortune's Few (Creepypasta)

Ch. 3: The Doctor is In

We leave Tobias as the sun starts to clear the trees. He made a rabbit stew and the only one who ate it was him. Masky and him shared a tight grip handshake. Not in anger but as if a promise to see each other again.

"So where are we going Kill-Kill?"

"We are going to Nurse Ann. As a nurse she has connections. There is a possibility that a lot of Creepypasta's and even other Syndicates will travel to her to have their wounds taken care of. Mostly because she is one of their own."

"You mean our own." L.J. corrects.

"I am not part of this."

"Aren't you?" L.J. quips.

"Nurse Ann has connections." I grip the steering wheel. "She will be the best bet."

"Where do we find the Nurse?"

"She works in Briar Penitentiary." I head onto the main roads.

"A mental hospital?" L.J. asks amused.

"It's still a hospital."

The ride to Briar Penitentiary is tense as we near. I don't know how well they know each other. From what it sounds like the clown hasn't been around in years and Timothy has been alone in the same place for a while. However, Nurse Ann- or Ann Lusen Mia- disdained Judge Angels. They have had many fights that include casualties. But like that phrase states, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. So I assume she has tabs on Judge Angels the same way I have tabs on the Creepypasta's.

Rolling up to the front of the hospital I remove myself from the car taking my keys.

"Right, I'm going to go in and talk to the front desk and ask for Ann. I will do my best to set up a disclosed location for us to meet so no one dies-"

L.J. snores lobbing his head over the headrest. I snarl at the two freaks.

"Seriously? You think a bunch of loonies are going to be able to deal with a freak of a clown and a chainsmoker with a gun so close to his body it could be a tumor?"

"If you go in and get turned away we will have to go in and you will have to stay." Masky huffs removing his mask placing a cigarette in between his teeth. "I've done undercover ops before. This will be a walk in the park."

He loads his gun clicking it to load a bullet into the chamber. I sneer watching him prepare his weapons.

"Clearly."

"This sounds fun! Some disguises?"

L.J. snaps his fingers and in a flurry of smoke and feathers our clothes are swapped. I grip at my barren arms covering my forearms. Outside of the car I'm in a nurse uniform while L.J. is in a lab coat and Timothy is in patient garb. Timothy growls at L.J.

"Seriously?"

"What? I thought it was suiting!"

"Give me my clothes back!" I shout.

"Nurses don't wear officer clothes. And you have a pretty face, you'll suit!"

"Change us!" Timothy and I hiss.

"Alright, alright." He giggles snapping his fingers again. Timothy is now in the short sleeves nurse scrubs and I am in the long sleeved patient grabs. He giggles again. "Look now the crazies take care of the coppers!"

I roll my shoulders pulling on my sleeves.

"God forbid a woman is a doctor."

"You two asked to swap, done! Ask anymore and you'll strip me of my deviously darkness. And I have to keep some magic for emergencies." L.J. chuckles as darkness twists around his fingers. A chill runs down my spine as I start to recall his abilities from his file. I shake the thought away. It won't help right now.