Welcome to The Amusement Asylum!
July the 21st 2012
Elise the Writing Desk, HnKnA by QuinRose

What do you feel when you got an A+ on a math exam, but then your parents take you to the hospital, fearing that you've fallen ill?

Alice Liddell had those exact same disappointed and confused feelings, but in a different manner. She frowned all the way while her father's car was taking her somewhere, complete with suitcase and a backpack. She didn't even knew when her mother had prepared it.

"Peter, where is Daddy taking me?" the 13 year old girl asked in fear to her 'special friend'.

Mr. Liddell saw that from the mirror and sighed sadly. Great, she was talking with no one again..

So here's Alice Liddell. She's an indigo; she possessed a psychic ability to see ghosts...but instead her parents thought that she was insane. She didn't have any friends—at least in her parents' eyes. But in reality, Alice had a friend. A ghost named Peter White. He had been keeping her company.

The ghost beside her suddenly pointed his transparent index finger to a big bill board on the road. Alice frowned in deeper confusion.

"Why'd Daddy take me to an asylum?"

Peter shrugged, and put an encouraging hand on the girl's shoulder.

~.X.~

Alice was crying, clutching the bars of the ambulance. She had almost succeeded in escaping with Peter's help, but Mr. Liddell called an ambulance to catch her.

"Daddy, no...! I'm not crazy!" she cried, banging the ambulance from inside. "Trust me! I'm...I'm normal! DADDY!"

She shrieked as the ambulance finally departed. Alice fell to her knees, which banged the metal floor. She slowly curled up and sobbed. Peter appeared beside her and hugged the girl with his transparent, almost nonexistent arms.

"Whoa, not crazy, huh?" a purple-haired boy in a straight-jacket, was grinning maniacally at her. "I've heard of that alot. You've gotta make a better confession, girl."

Alice twitched in her spot, and Peter blinked. The purple-haired boy laughed through his teeth and tried to drag himself closer, which was hard, since he was in a straight-jacket.

"Hey, I'm Boris Airay! I've been in Amusement Asylum for 7 years, since I'm 8 years old. It's not all that bad, and the food is actually good, but I can't help it...I'm always tempted to go out whenever I see doors! Mr. Gowland put me here to welcome you! Now, will you give me a hug, new girl?"

"Err...well...o...okay?" Alice reluctantly dragged herself closer to the boy and awkwardly hugged him. Boris suddenly jumped to her even closer, snuggling his head to her chest.

"Oh...my GAWD. Real-life boobs..." he sighed, "This is like, porn-movies come true! I mean, like, seriously! Vivaldi is a girl, and she's our nightmare...she has no boobs! Can I eat your boobs?"

"EEEK!"

Alice abruptly pushed the crazy-boy and he hit the ambulance's wall. Peter was literally burning, and he cursed himself for being a ghost, that he couldn't touch that freaking perverted boy.

Alright, to be frank, he was jealous. Well, he was a ghost, so he couldn't touch Alice at all. And that, like, sucks.

So, Boris was out-cold across the van—still grinning—Alice slowly fell asleep, Peter sat beside her, ready to wake her up at the worst of times, and the ambulance continued to travel to the Amusement Asylum.

~.X.~

Amusement Asylum wasn't anywhere close to Rutledge Asylum from American McGee's Alice. Or maybe, it was because of Summer. The so-called asylum was built on top of a hill, while the rest of the hill was filled with tombs, urns...

Yeah, Amusement Asylum was a combination of a cemetery and what you'd call an asylum. Alice's eyes widened at how many ghosts she could see once she stepped down the ambulance, while one of the nurses dragged Boris with a leash, and he had to roll on the ground. Peter was hanging on the air, observing the other ghosts.

"Welcome to your new home, Alice Liddell!" an old man greeted, with the 'Gowland' nametag on his chest. "I'm Doctor Gowland, your psychiatrist and the owner of this Asylum. Don't worry, I have no desire to sell children!" he laughed.

Alice shivered at that...not funny joke. "Please, sir...I'm not crazy." She murmured. "I can see ghosts, that's all...and I'm friend with them..." she explained softly.

Gowland laughed and clapped his hands, turning to Boris who was on the ground. Boris laughed through his grinning teeth.

"Pffft! That girl is awesomely insane! Just put her in, Dr. Gowland! She has boobs!"

Alice kicked Boris on the face, and he was out cold again. She turned to the doctor nervously, stepping back.

"I'm...not...crazy." she repeated, ready to run again, but Peter put a hand on her head, warning her of two guards behind her.

"Tweedles, handcuff her."

"Wait—wh—NO!" she shrieked when two identical boys approached her from behind. The blue-eyed one grabbed her hands, the red-eyed one clicked the handcuff. She struggled, and they let her all she wanted, knowing it was futile to resist.

The red-eyed one suddenly groped her chest. "Wow...Boris wasn't lying. They're not as big as what I've seen in Blood's porn CD, though..."

"HEY!"

"Let me touch too—oh WOW...I can't stop grabbing this! No wonder Blood is so horny!" the blue-eyed one seemed enlightened as he groped her other side.

"AAACK! SEXUAL HARASSMENT!"

~.X.~

In the end, Alice had to be glad that she was to stay in a different room than the others. She hadn't met all of the crazy patients, and she wished she didn't have to. She noticed that the room was under supervision, having a surveilance camera in the corners. She looked at Peter who was sitting in the corner.

She felt lonely, even though Peter was there. He was there, but she couldn't talk to her. If she wanted to get out from that Asylum quickly, she had to pretend as if Peter didn't exist.

SLAM!

"Hello new neighbor!" a brunette boy entered, throwing a tray of lunch across the room and quickly strode close to the girl. "Just coming to say hi! I'm Ace, my occupation here is a Mafioso! HAHAHA!"

Colors drained from Alice's face as he eagerly pulled out a kitchen knife.

"Or was it a gardener? No, maybe I'm a chef! Wait...what is this knife doing in my hand?" he raised his eyebrows and turned to Alice questioningly. "Hey, who are you? Can you tell me what I'm doing here?"

Alice twitched. She wasn't sure whether he was a chef or a nurse taking her lunch...but he seemed to be unsure either...WELL HOW THE HECK DID SHE KNEW, THEN?

"Oh I remember now! Thanks to this knife!" Ace grinned as he eyed the knife in his hand. "I'm an Assassin, and I'm ordered to kill you! What's your name again?"

"Uh...Alice?"

He raised his knife, and Alice's eyes widened. "Great! Farewell then...um...what's your name again?"

"IT'S ALICE!"

"Bye, Alice!"

"AAARGH!"

It was Alice's first day in Amusement Asylum, and she started it off by running out of her room, conserving her life from a forgetful homicidal maniac who thought he was an assassin. Ah, she had no idea that the worst of people were still to come and 'greet' her...

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