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It had been a whole three months. A whole three months sense he had left the asylum. a whole three months sense he had been locked inside that building with his mind gone and away from him.

He had a nurse from the asylum checking up on him every week for the last month. The first month after he had left he had a nurse living with him in his apartment, just to make sure nothing went wrong. The month after that the nurse came by every day to make sure he was okay.

Now the nurse only came by once a week.

Asy stands in his kitchen, putting away the groceries from his trip to the store. Humming to himself he walks around the bar counter to grab another couple bags.

He turns around to face the kitchen area and he sees a ghostly form hovering in place in front of the open fridge.

"AHH!" Asy yells, dropping the bags in his hands. He stumbles backwards, tripping on his own feet and falling back onto the ground. "P-P-P-" He stutters. "N-No, h-he's n-n-not here." He says to himself. "N-N-Not r-r-real." He says breathlessly.

The form of his dead brother reaches out to him, putting on a small smile, then opening his mouth as if to say something.

"No, no, no!" He squeezes his eyes shut, after quite a few seconds opening them again.

He was gone.

"Oh God..." He breathes out. "Oh my God... She's coming today, she's going to know. She's going to send me back!" Asy's breathing gets more ragged and his fingers twitch. "Nngghh..." He whines.

He curls up, rocking back and forth, digging his fingers into his legs.

"No no no no no" He chants, rocking faster and harder.

There was no way of telling how long he had sat there, breaking down, but sooner than later he heard the a knock at the door.

Was it five o'clock already?

"Asy? Are you here?" It was the nurse, Nurse June, who checked up on him every week.

He lets out a whimper. 'She's going to take me away.' he thinks. 'She's going to know.'

"Asy?"She calls again through the door. "Asy, are you alright?" He doesn't answer, he couldn't answer. He hears the rattle of the door and a key, the spare key June was required to have on her at all times.

The door swings open and Nurse June rushes in and over to his side. "Asy, Asy, it's okay, calm down." She takes Asy's hands off his legs, with some effort, and holds them tightly in her own hands. "It's okay, everything's fine." She soothes.

Asy's hands shake and he lets his built up tears fall down his face. "Please, Please don't take me back." He sobs. "Please!" Nurse June lets go of his hands and quickly pulls him into a tight embrace before he could do anything. "It's okay, it's okay, I won't." She says, only half knowing what he meant.

Asy shakes in her grasp, unable to calm himself down. "It's okay." The nurse soothes again. She lets Asy cry into her shoulder for what seemed like forever before he slows his tears to a near stop.

She waits a few minutes after he had calmed down before letting him go and asking "Mind telling me what that was about?"

Asy brings his hands up to his chest and shakes his head.

"If you don't tell me you're going to have to go down to the office and talk to the therapist." June says calmly. Asy gasps and shakes his head frantically, having his eyes closed tight.

Going to the therapist meant going back to...

He sighs and opens his eyes. "I saw him again." He quickly stares wide eyed at the nurse sitting in front of him. "Please don't take me back, I worked so hard!" His hands twitched and trembled.

She places her hands on his to calm the shaking. "Shh... it's okay, tell me what happened."

Asy doesn't meet her eyes as he tells her what had occurred just before she had arrived. "I-I was putting away the groceries and- and I turned around and he was j-just, there." He says, noticing the look on Nurse June's face. "I-It wasn't for long and he wasn't talking!" He quickly adds.

He looks around wildly as if searching for proof that his brother was near once more. "Asy"

He returns his attention to the nurse sitting in front of him. "it's okay, it was just a little relapse. I'm sure that if you start back up on your medications you'll be fine."

He didn't seem convinced.

"You don't have to go back, I promise." Asy nods and Nurse June helps him stand up, leading him over to the couch where he sits with his legs up to his chest.

"I'll make a quick call to your doctor and see what she says..." Nurse June says absentmindedly, pulling out her phone. Asy nods once more, shaking slightly in fear of what his doctor would say.

'What will she say?' He thinks.

'It's bad, I can tell.' He thinks, looking at the concerned expression on June's face.

'I'm going back.' He thinks, tears welling in his eyes. 'I worked so hard!' His hands spring to his arms, starting to twitch on top of them. 'I was better, I was better but now, now I'm not!' His hands start scratching uncontrollably.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God..." He almost chants.

Nurse June turns around to see Asy starting to panic once more. "I have to go." She says into the phone as she hangs up. "No, no Asy" She says chastising. "Don't do that, you're hurting yourself." Nurse June grabs hold of his hands and keeps them firmly in place away from himself.

"It's okay, you're just going to go in tonight and meet with your doctor. You'll talk for a little bit and that'll be it." Nurse June massages Asy's twitching hands withing her own. "It'll be alright, Come on" She helps the shaky skeleton up off his couch and over to the door, all the while holding onto his hands.

"Now grab your coat, it's cold out tonight." She tells Asy.

He walks to the coat hook and takes his coat off of it, slipping it on with a minimum amount of trouble. "I-I don't want to go back..." he mumbles.

The trip to the doctor's was a quiet one, the only sound was of the tires on the ground and Asy's shallow uneven breathing.

The quiet night air blew softly against the two's coats as they walk up to the asylum once more. There was no way of getting out of it. Her office was inside. So he'd have to go in again.

"Come on, it's just a door, it's fine." Nurse June says, placing a hand on his shaking shoulder. Asy nods, trying to keep his composure, though not very well.

If he was going to go back into the asylum, he was going to act like he was perfectly fine. No hallucinations, no disorders, just a normal guy.

He takes a deep breath and walks in alongside the nurse, shaking just a bit more.

He walks past the receptionist's desk and the monster looks up from her book. "Well isn't this a surprise!" she beams. "Hello Asy, how are you doing today?"

He looks up from the floor, trying to keep himself steady. "I-I'm fine." He curses the shake in his voice. "Well that's good to hear. What brings you back to this place so late anyways?" She asks, not knowing the can of worms she had just opened.

"I um, it's- I just..." He stutters out, bringing his hands to his arms and squeezing them tightly, maybe too tightly. "Just a quick check up with the doctor." Nurse June fills in for him.

"Alright, best not keep you then." The receptionist says, allowing them through the doors to the offices.

Asy takes another few deep breaths as they travel down the hallway to the correct office. At this point at night quite a few offices were dark and empty which filled Asy with a horrible dread.

They reach a door with the light on, a name plate on the door reads 'Dr. Toriel'.

"Hello Asy, how are you feeling?" The goat monster says once he entered the office. "I- I'm good, yeah, um I'm fine." She nods. "That's good to hear. Now, I heard something happened tonight, would you mind telling me what happened?"

Asy fidgets with his shirt and looks at anything but Toriel's eyes. "I, um, He was- I..." He trails off, unsure of how to say it without really saying what happened. "Nothing." He says finally. Toriel looks at him skeptically. "Are you sure?"

He nods.

Toriel sighs and rubs her tired eyes. "Asy, I think we both know that's a lie."

Asy looks down, not wanting to look at the doctor in front of him at all.

"H-He came back..." He says, not trying to add anything to down play what happened. He was just tired, he didn't want to try anymore. If they were going to keep him here then they were going to keep him here. That was that.

Toriel nods. "How vivid was it?"

"He was standing in the kitchen, clear as day." The usual light in his eyes had dimmed. His eyes were now devoid of all hope and fight.

"How long was he there?" Toriel asks, writing some things down on a clip board. "Just a few minutes I think..." Asy says, still not meeting her eyes. "Uh huh..." Toriel says absentmindedly as she writes some more. "Did he say anything? Anything at all?"

Asy shakes his head, not able to get words to work anymore.

He was terrified.

He didn't know if he was going to have to stay in this hell hole again or if he could go back home and pretend none of this ever happened.

Asy gets lost in thought, thinking about what he would do if he had to stay here again when Toriel shakes him out of his trance. "Asy!"

He blinks up at her, confused. "Uh- y-yeah?"

"Based on what you told me it sounds like it was a small relapse, I think it'd be best if you stayed the night at least, just in case." She says slowly and calmly. Asy tries to stay calm and collected but he couldn't help the small hitch in his breath at her words.

"Don't worry, it's only for one night, just to make sure nothing else is going to go wrong, then you can go home, easy as pie." Toriel smiles.

Asy picks at his arms silently in a white room. He sits on the bed and stares at the opposite wall.

They had taken him to this room as soon as he had left Toriel's office. They had been kind enough to give him his own room without a roommate.

His thoughts start to come in waves, pulling fear into his mind along with them.

'I can't believe I'm back here again.'

'why did that have to happen?'

'What if it wasn't a fluke?'

Panic starts to rise.

'What if I never got better?'

More panic.

'What if I have to stay here again, forever'

Hysteria.

Asy drags his fingers roughly against his arms, breathing harshly and shaking.

"C-C-Can't b-breathe" he stutters out.

He was in too much of a panic to remember any of the calming techniques he had learned over the years. He looks over to the panic button that was installed in each room in case a patient needed help.

'I can't, they'll keep me longer.' He thinks. He remembers a patient who was about to leave who had to push the button and they ended up staying here for another three months.

He gasps for air but none comes.

"n-n-not better, n-ot b-bett'r" he stutters to himself, rocking back and forth on the bed. He doesn't try to stop himself as he scratches gashes into his arms, blood and magic flowing freely out of them.

He felt like he was dying. He felt as if he would just shut his eyes and he would no longer be alive. He squeezes his eyes shut and opens them back up, only to see himself still in the darkened white room.

He was done.

He didn't care anymore.

He struggled to get up and over to the button, slamming it with his skull. He falls to the ground, sobbing, knowing what he had just done.

He had practically sealed his fate here. There was no way that they would let him go home and live on his own now. Not now that he had had three panic attacks in one day, not to mention the fact he had had a hallucination he hadn't had in months.

He leans up against the wall, hearing foot falls heading toward his room.

The door swings open and an orderly along with a nurse come into the room, eyes instantly locking onto the young adult sitting against the wall in a ball.

They try to talk to him, hush him, settle him down, But he couldn't hear them. Asy cries harder and harder until he feels a jab in his neck. It was the unmistakable feel of a needle, a tranquilizer, going into his system.

OH MY GOSH THIS TOOK A TURN!

I wasn't planning on this ending like this but whatever, I like how it turned out. :P

Thank you for reading this oneshot! If people really like this I might make a second chapter later just so this doesn't end forever on a bad note ( ;