Insanity Ward [PLOT]

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-Insanity Ward-



Sanity, it refers to the rationality of the human mind. However, it is also the reason why we have conflicts with each other. Because humans have different reasons, different goals, each trying to outstand the other. If we took away our sanity, will it change anything? Or will it make things worst?


You wake up in a cold, dark place. You then noticed that you were inside a prison cell. It was a dark and old prison cell, you can tell by the rusted iron bars and a few number of moss on the floor. The cell doors aren't locked. Though, something bothers you about what's waiting for you outside the cell doors. You also sensed the presence of other people somewhere around the floor. Your weapon is not with you, it might be taken and hidden away somewhere in the building. You don't remember how you end up here, or who took you here. All you know is that you need to get out of this place. What will you do?



Everyone is currently at [Prison 1st Floor - The Cells], the exit is locked from the outside. There might be a key if your searched the whole building. You might also find your weapons.

Lightning awoke with a start, quickly taking in her surroundings and how her weapon is missing, before brushing her pink hair out of her eyes, and standing up, examining the Cell in every detail. 'Need to get out of here...but where exactly is here?' she pondered.

---Prison Cell---

Nero Sejanus woke up in his prison cell and looked around. "Hmm...back to this, huh?" He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming of the past. Realizing that his weapon was not with him, Nero began to look around the cell. He looked at the most on the floor. "There must be dripping water here." From his experience, he knew that water pipes were buried into the cement in the cell, but sometimes they were left exposed outside of the individual cells, running along the walls of the prison bloc. Walking towards the bars of his jail cell, he looked around the block, spotting some rusted pipes. "Those would do" he thought to himself. Still in his cell, he looked around to the outside, observing his surroundings before he would leave the cell's relative safety.

Mike woke up to the unfamiliar room. After looking around for a while, he went to the door to check if it was locked. Pushing it, it opened readily. That was when he realised he didn't have his weapons, and when he began to realise something was wrong. Still, he stepped outside the cell and, sensing others around him, decided to call out. "HELLO?!" he screamed at the top of his voice, before returning back to his cell to await a reply.

Fionn woke up on the floor of the uncleaned old cell, rusty water dripping and splashing onto his cheek from a pipe above his head; He stood up with a slightly unpleasant look on his face as he rubbed the iron water off of his cheek, the smell of the damp permeating the air as he became increasingly aware of the lack of Oberursel's comforting back pain.
"Dry? Damn it." Fionn said as he attempted to take a sip from his flask (now sitting on the bed) and finding his throat dry, the flasks contents seemingly poured out at some point as the heavy copper became just a burden to his pockets.
Remembering the lack of his massive sword he quickly shot his hand down to his leg in a "quick-draw" style, which revealed that (surprise surprise) Roulette was missing from his person; he sighed and walked up to the door which opened with rusty ease as he stepped out of the cell.
"So, this is hell eh?"

A certain, ash-haired lad had been awake for a while then, in comparison to the others. Through the slits of his mask he simply stared up at his cell's ceiling, his back against the bed and his legs crossed over one another in the most casual fashion. He simply scanned the ceiling above, connecting cracks above him within an imaginary game of connect the dots. This action of his would soon be stopped as he heard a voice from down the hall call outward. Grinning faintly, he slowly brought himself into a sitting position, gazing through the bars of his door. "Aye, ya don't seem t'be quite that excited, man!" he called out, primarily to reply to Mike but also to possibly catch others' attentions. Laughing rather loudly, he shook he his before leaping off of his bed and gradually waltzing from his chambers. He gazed toward his eastern flank, his smile growing ever more as he spotted someone afar. "Put some happy in yer voice, man. I mean...we seem to be in 'ell right now, but it ain't all that bad...so far..."

Mike heard a reply and, figuring that if he was friendly enough to reply then he would be friendly enough to chat to, he began to make his way down the corridor to him. It was almost as if he wasn't bothered at all by the place he was in. He found the cell, and stood outside it, smiling. "Mike Caudex! Nice to meet you!" He said enthusiastically, sticking his hand through the cell bars to shake.

Lifting the eastern extremity upwards, the sadist would extended his middle and index fingers next to each other, while the others remained folded against his palm. Once it was next to his right temple he would flick it outward, giving a carefree salute to the one standing before his own little sector. "Aye, likewise," the masked man would say with a wicked smirk, walking over to the entrance after doing so. Meeting Mike's hand within a firm shake, the lad would give yet another laugh while shifting his attention toward his surroundings. "Ya can call me Thanatos. 'ny variations 'f th' name'll do, also; Than, Thanny, 'ever floats yer boat," he would add afterwards, reeling his hand away in the process. It wouldn't fall back toward his side, however, instead grasping hold of one of the bars and shifting it to the side. It seemed to be open, so he slid it open before stepping out into the hallway himself. His arms over his head, the revolutionist would give a good stretch, yawning as he did so.

"Say, ya know 'f nyone's 'ere with us, Mikey?" Calmly and casually-spoken were these words, as the axman didn't seem to give much of a care for the area, either. "'nd, er...maybe where we can find our crap? I assume ya lost or can't find 'ever ya had on ya, either," said he, revisiting the discovery of his weapon's disappearance when he had first awoken earlier.

Lightning heard people talking, but she didn't trust anyone at the moment, she opened her cell door with ease, and walked out to the hallway, looking around for any clues as to where her weapon is.

Mike was pleased when the man shook his hand. He was already better than Nathaniel ever was at socialising. When he heard the man's name, he sighed. "That's a weird name. Can I just call you Terry? Nathaniel never minded..." he asked, thinking back to Nathaniel. He hadn't seen him in weeks, and was wondering where he had gone to. But that was Nathaniel's style. He would never tell anyone where he was going, or what he was doing. Mike hoped he would come back ok. He snapped out of his trance when Thanatos asked his question. "Uhh.... Yeah, there are a few... I saw them on the way down. But I have no idea where to find our stuff. But it'll be an adventure finding out!" He said, his smile growing ever so slightly.

Hearing the talking of what sounded like other students, Nero felt it was reasonably self. He walked over towards the pipes that he saw earlier. The pipes were old and rusted from countless years of slow, dripping water. They would be easy enough to break off. After a small moment, Nero had two makeshift weapons. They would have to do until he could find his preferred set.

"As I said, 'ever floats yer boat," the teen repeated, giving the other a wide, bright smile, that could very well be mistaken for one of a happy or psychotic stature...or perhaps even both, which was actually quite likely. He didn't even seem to mind about the comment he had received concerning his unofficial naming. Shifting upon his feet, the lad would turn around the slightest bit to look over his shoulder in attempt to scout out any other people in the structure. To expand his sight even the slightest bit, he gave a low sigh before lifting the eastern extremity, grasping hold of his mask and sliding it off, fully revealing eyes of crimson, alongside the remnants of stitching and scarring above his left eye. "Aye, ya say tha' 'ther people are with us in this 'ere 'ellhole, yeah?" he would ask, chuckling quietly under his breath afterwards. He turned the slightest bit yet again, averting his attention back to Mike. "'Les start this 'lil 'venture by tryin' t'find ev'ryone; whaddaya say? We cou' go searchin' fer our weapons a 'lil later, soon 's we find th' others."

Fionn yawned and listened to the sounds of others voices, he thought to himself something something "Need to find the others" before walking out of his cell fully and down the dimly lit hall before sighting the man holding two pipes as makeshift weapons.
"Hello there! Either you're some sort of demon or you're damned with me, names Fionn!" He said as he walked up to Nero and awaited whatever was to come, hoping beyond hope that this man was not in fact a hell spawn evil... thing that wanted to cause him harm.

Nero squinted his eyes to see down the dark prison block at the person calling out to him. He waited to get a little closer, letting the pipes scrape along the floor, before calling out, "Are you a student?"

[Prison 1st floor - The Cells]

Mastema woke up from the sound of voices outside his cell room. It's been a long time since he had slept like this. Slightly groaning, he stretches his arms and placed it crossed behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling. He stays silent and continues to listen on what's going on outside.

"kehehehe..." He chuckled lightly to himself.

He sits up from his bed and looked over the cell bars, there he found a bunch of humans, having conversations with each other. Mastema stared blankly at them while wearing his wide grin all over his face.

"Depends, you a hell spawn or other affiliated creature?" Fionn asked with his dry wit shining through, he was being rather non-serious for a person pretty much convinced he was in hell, but then again maybe that was just his resignation coming forth full force.
"Also if you're planning on bludgeoning me with that i would prefer if you would not aim for the face, seeing as i have a firm belief that i am handsomest when not looking like a mistreated watermelon."

"What kind of bitch-ass question is that?  Do I look like a demon to you?" said Nero in a low, slow, and rumbling voice.  He was silent for a while.  "Do you know where I can find my weapon?  That's all I care about."

"Well you seem to have the personality of one Mr. Pipe-hand." Fionn said in a jerky tone as he crossed his arms over his chest, ready to slap a bitch.
"And besides, do i really look like i would know where your weapon is, i mean how naive can a guy be?" He asked sounding more and more annoyed while he absent mindedly ran his hand over the rusty and crumbly concrete walls of the prison.

---Prison Block---

"Alright, then.  I guess we're resolved."  Nero walked past the young man standing in front of him.  He continued to look for his weapons.

[Prison 1st floor- The Cells]

Emilia slowly stirred, not wanting to open her heavy eyes. Her eyes could be seen twitching while she dreamed. Her tail began to thump against the ground as she imagined cuddling up with Yvonne. As she slowly drifted out of her slumber, she began to realize that she was just holding onto her pillow tightly. She wasn't even at the cozy little apartment that she had grown so use to. She was laying on an old beat up mattress that wasn't even the slightest bit clean.

As she slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes, her tail stopped its wagging when she noticed where she was. Her heart gave a slight painful throb, remembering what life was like when she was used as a test subject. She was back into a small confined space, with no one around. She pulled her knees up to her chest, giving a small whimper.

"Fine then, i'll go look for mine i guess, if you find yours come back here so we can meet up or whatever." Fionn said in an annoyed way as he walked around for a bit, he was a bit scared and he would not deny it, the prison was exactly what his hell would be like, punishment for the crimes he got away with, his eventual inescapable fate was this hellish prison.

He walked up some stairs and around a little, down some stairs and around a little more until he eventually found himself in Prison 1st floor - The Cells, he ran his hand along the walls gliding it along the grime while the dirt piled up onto his tired fingers, he sighed as he heard the whimpering coming from one of the cells and decided to, against his better judgement, approach the source of the deathly sounds of hollowness.

When he got to the cell (the sound of the whimpering now echoing quite loudly in his ears) he saw the girl sitting on the disgusting bed, it was strange to him, he wasn't sure what sin this was meant to represent. "Hey you okay there?" He asked the girl as he began to wonder if his thoughts about this being hell were just over dramatic nonsense.

"I'm coming in, okay?" Fionn asked now pushing against the door of the cell with a grunt, the door was near rusted shut to the point that even a man such as himself would have trouble opening it. "Errrr ah i think it's finally arrrr opening." He said between grunts as the door made metallic rusty creaking sounds before finally bursting open.

For what felt like hours, Emilia sat there, thinking to herself. She was attempting to make sense of why she was back in a cell, but it only seemed to make things worse as she began remembering all the horrible things the test lab had done to her. She started to shiver, a tear rolling down her face, unsure if she would be able to withhold the same kind of torture again. Then she could hear the footsteps. In her mind, they obviously belonged to a worker that would start the first round of tests on her. She curled up in her corner, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. Shivering, she could feel her heart start to race as the steps grew even closer.

To her surprise, Fionn showed up at the door instead. She froze up, recognizing him from a game that she had played back at the dorms in Beacon. "F-Fionn?" She was confused at why he was there, but none the less grateful as he attempted to open the door. When the door finally came down, she practically sprung up, in tears as she wrapped her arms around his waist, sobbing. "I-I wanna go home..." She had buried her face into his stomach, basically making his shirt a rag for her tears.

"E-Emilia?" Fionn asked in a confused voice as the girl from a game he had played long ago rushed towards him in tears, soaking his white shirt in her warm tears hugging him tightly as the cotton of his comfy dress shirt would become uncleanable from the emotional stains left in it's fabric.

"I-I do to..." He said quietly before he started to stroke the hysterical woman's head, playing with her hair slightly as he tried to calm her down a bit.

"(sigh) I need you to tell me if you know anything about where we are... I saw someone earlier who shrugged me off to go look for their weapon but they didn't know anything about this place..." He said as he began to rub Emilia's ears a bit, attempting to make her feel less trapped in the dark and rusted prison that they currently inhabited... was this girl a reminder of the various sins he committed when he attempted to have fun? Was that why the most random of people he could have met was the one to show up at this strange place?

-----Prison Block, 1st Floor-----

Nero continued down the prison block. He could hear other people. Some were talking to one another, others were fidgeting among themselves. All seemed to try to make sense of this dark, damp location that they so suddenly found themselves in. Nero ignored them. To him, they mattered not. All that mattered was his finding his weapon, as that provided him the best opportunity to survive. If the others proved helpful to his survival, he would seek them. Otherwise, it's every man for himself.

While his cell, he could look up and see the multiple levels of the prison block. At the very top, he saw a command center. That was his objective. Keeping to the corners for safety, Nero eventually came to a flight of stairs. He looked at the ascension, "Here we go."

Mike figured it would be a good idea to follow what this guy said. He seemed like a nice, normal guy. At least, to Mike he did. His way of talking was a little funny, but other than that he was a fine guy. "Alright! Let's do this!" he shouted, running off ahead of Thanatos in his excitement.