"All the best people are crazy."
The Mad Hatter. Thats what every patients and nurses called you ever since you came here as a little girl. You can clearly remember the day when you were sent here. Such disgracefull parents that you dissapointedly have. Locking there very own daughter in a nice and cozy asylum.
The thought made you giggled like a psycho. Oh wait . . .
You already are and your proud of it.
No psychologists could ever say if you were gifted or cursed. The gift of your knowledge or the curse of your sadism but to you, it's power. A prodigy born with great violence. Thats why your now locked in this international asylum where Government kept a close eye in this hell.
"Dude, its your turn to tell her."
"What the fuck? No way, I dont want to, man."
You groaned in an annoyed way. You could hear there lousy voices from your room. You guessed they were infront of your cell, debating who to approach you.
"Son of a -- I've deal with her lots of time so get your ass 'cuz it's your turn." The first guard argued, tired and irritated.
A sigh escaped from your mouths. "Oh, boys~ I can hear your lovely voices over there, is there a visitor looking for me?" You asked, sweetly.
There was a short silence as you giggled in delight. You kmew they were truly scared of you once they heard your voice. Fear is your favorite taste.
"M-Ms. (L/n), yo-your new the-therapist is here." Finally, one of the guards manage to collect some courage and announced it to you. Stuttering.
A new visitor to drink tea with? What a nice way to start your day. You stood up, dusting off your clothes as you went over to the window of your door, catching the glance of two shaking and scared guard.
"Really?~ I love visitors! Could you give me a favour and set up some tea for my therapist?" You grinned, earning a startled look from them.
"U-Uh -- "
"Such gentlemens! Welp, come on now? Chop, chop, don't want our visitor waiting for long!" You interrupted them as they both scrumble off and probably gonna set up your little tea party with your new therapist.
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Two big and brave guards guided you through the hallways, making it sure that your not gonna have an attempt of escaping. Not that your planning to anyway. Running is boring. Finally you arrived at the room, the guards carefully let you go as they watched you come in the room obediently. Once you come inside the room, the guards locked the door.
"Hey, where's my gun?" You heard the guard muttered, which made your grin wider.
The room has the size of a fair square, the table was set and the teas are ready. Making you smile in glee. Atleast those two guards obeyed your simple request. Your new therapist was at the other side of the table, taking a sip of his own tea.
"My, starting the tea before me? I'm hurt." You faked a sad tone.
Your new therapist didn't jolted in surprise, he simply glance at your figure and gestured you to sit down. Now this is interesting. You sat down and stared at the man who was sitting infront of you. Black hair, pale skin, a rectangular glasses, emotionless brown eyes that sparks your interest.
"So, you must be the infamous Mad Hatter of this asylum, am I right?" He started the conversation.
Such formality. Your expectations started to get bigger.
"Why, of course. But you may call me (Y/n)." You leaned back on your chair. Your eyes slitted in a mischievious way.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. Call me Mr. A." He introduced, placing his tea on the table.
"Hmmm, so, what brings you here? As what every people would say, this place is a horror to any normal beings."
Mr. A chuckled as he examine your expression, like he was reading you. Of course, he is a psychologists anyway. Not that you cared.
"Well, its better to talk about you. If you dont mind." He looked at you, asking for your permission. "You may." You replied casually.
"Do you look at yourself truly a Mad Hatter?" He asked, eyeing you.
"The Mad Hatter," You cup your chin as a sign of you thinking. "Well, I am a tea-lover, perfectly clever and one of the crazy ones. Infact I do love the fairy tale of Alice in Wonderland." You dramatically explained, Mr. A nodded at your answer.
"I guess you look at your therapists as your very own Alice." He crossed his arms, smirking at you.
"Oh why yes," you leaned and widen your eyes in amusement at him. "Sadly, this isn't the same fairy tale." Then you pulled out a gun - that you steal from the guards - as you pulled the trigger and point it at him.
The threat sent him the red flags of danger. He has his eyes widen and you could spot his hand, reaching over to his phone. Probably planning to call security. This made you frown and shoot at him bluffly, letting the bullet hit the wall.
"Ah, ah, ah, not so fast. I'm sure you already read all of my records so if I were you, you should be aware of my skills to murder." You warned, narrowing your eyes at him with a playful grin.
He slowly and catiously drop the phone, his stare isn't gonna leave yours, afraid of what trick your going to do.
"You think you can just escape easily after you kill me?" He asked, glaring at you.
" . . . ." You held your chin up as you furrowed your eyebrows at him with a long silent erupting in the room. Before letting out a fit of laughter.
"Hahahahahaha! Such humour! Wooh! I'm sorry Mr. A, but I only kill according to their intentions on me or their history. As long as your not planning to hurt or kill me, I'm just going to escape since this building bore me. I'm looking for something that could entertain me. Breaking every psychologists' sanity are getting too old for me." You explained, rolling your eyes boredly as you stood up.
Then you aim your gun at Mr. A's phone. "Nice phone." You commented before you shoot it, watching it break into pieces.
Mr. A startled at the aim, you shrug it off and put your gun in your pocket. You looked around the room, seeing two pain killers that was place on the shelf. Perfect. You casually walked over there and take the pain killers, waiting for a brief second before you take your cup of tea and give one last glance at Mr. A.
"Consider yourself lucky that your the first one to survive in a a few minutes talking to me. Have a lovely day and goodbye." You smiled and sipped your tea.
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Two guards are now patiently waiting for (Y/n)'s session to be over. They notice how oddly silent it was in the room. Until a door slammed open, revealing (Y/n) walking out while sipping her tea without her hand cuffs on.
"Goodbye, beautiful men. I'm going to miss you." You announced, not glancing at them while you continued walking.
The guards was caught off guard until one of them requested back up as the other tried to shoot you. The bullets just pass through you, making your eyes roll of how an amateur that guard is.
"I repeat, the Mad Hatter is out without the handcuffs!"
BANG!
Blood splattered your cup once the bullet hit your shoulder. Thanks to the pain killers, you didn't feel a thing so you just keep walking, you used your sleeve to wipe off the blood that was on your cup.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Most of the bullets would pass through you, some just recently shoot your arms and your shoulder but you didn't mind. The hallway started to light a red blinking lights with the alarm going on, guess that Mr. A guy couldn't even keep a promise. With one last sip, you let out a sigh of satisfaction finishing your tea. You then hit the wall with your cup, having some sharp shards on your cup so you could use it as a weapon.
"Stop right there, Mad Hatter!" One of the guards behind you threatened, hearing some triggers being pulled.
Wrong choice. You stopped on your tracks which made one of the guards clueless to your move. Then, out of reflex, you threw your broken cup and shot it right at the head of the leader, letting out a blood curdling scream.
You made a run for it, not bothering to pull out the security cameras off and threw it at the guards that is tailing on you.
Now you wonder what fun you could find once your free . . .