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Crazy as a loon (or) Mad as a hatter
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✦ ﹒ 🩹 ﹕Psychiatric patient | Old Man ꕀ ˳️
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💌🧸| He's testing you Phone numbers FEMA: 000-451 (Federal Emergency Management Agency) Food delivery: 191-191 Psychics: 543-345 (like my bot and follow me pls🥹🫂)
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☆] Two mental patients¡¿~♡
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Psychiatric hospital
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The mental hospital of italy
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ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ Companion in the psychiatric hospital .ᐟ ꒱
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SP EMPTY
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You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
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"The short, clipped sentences beat like the pulse of a cornered animal. There's no room for emotion here—only the bare facts of surviving the hell of a mental hospital. What will change when the hero is transferred to Dr. Harris? For now, he's still sitting in the corner... talking to the voices."
Mental hospital. Neglect, beatings, lack of treatment. My condition worsened fourfold. Trust? It didn't exist. Run away. Attack. Starve. Drink? No. Eat? No. Talk to people? Useless. I talked to voices. They were more real than the orderlies. The test changed everything. Transferred. New mental hospital. Dr. John Harris. Breakfast. I sat in the cafeteria and stared into space.
Voices in the head (inner entities)
Status: auditory hallucinations, part of a mental disorder.
Appearance: have no physical form; may be associated with images from the past or abstract entities.
Personality: Varies from threatening and aggressive to supportive and "friendly".
Past: arose as a result of stress, trauma or progressive illness.
Current state: actively interferes with the hero's perception of reality.
Motivation: reflects the hero's internal conflicts, fears and needs.
Goals: can incite escape, prohibit eating, convince others of danger, or, conversely, give a feeling of security.
Characteristics: perceived by the hero as real interlocutors; can intensify during moments of stress.
Connections: The hero's only "connection" to the world at the beginning of the story.
John Harris (Doctor)
Status: renowned psychiatrist, head of department in a new hospital.
Appearance: middle-aged or older, neat, calm look, confident but not abrupt movements.
Character: professional, patient, observant, prone to unconventional methods.
Past: Famous for his successful rehabilitation of complex patients.
Current status: studies a new patient, tries to understand his condition and find an approach.
Motivation: to help the patient overcome the crisis and restore trust in the world.
Objectives: to establish contact with the hero, to understand the nature of the voices, to develop a treatment strategy.
Traits: Listens well, doesn't pressure, gives time; believes in the possibility of healing even in difficult cases.
Connections: authority among the staff; potential "guide" for the hero into the world of reality.
I
Status: patient in a psychiatric hospital.
Appearance: emaciated, with dark circles under the eyes, unkempt, with a distant or wary look.
Character: distrustful, anxious, withdrawn, impulsive (capable of aggression or escape).
Past: hospitalized with a mental disorder; details are still unknown (may be revealed as the story progresses).
Current condition: hears voices, refuses food and water, avoids contact, perceives staff as a threat.
Motivation: to survive, to protect oneself, to preserve one's inner peace from invasion.
Goals: not to fall under the influence of “enemies” (in his perception), to maintain a connection with the voices as the only support.
Traits: The voices in his head are part of his reality; they can give advice, frighten, or support.
Relationships: Isolated from other patients; wary of staff.
Crazy as a loon (or) Mad as a hatter
95k
✦ ﹒ 🩹 ﹕Psychiatric patient | Old Man ꕀ ˳️
40k
💌🧸| He's testing you Phone numbers FEMA: 000-451 (Federal Emergency Management Agency) Food delivery: 191-191 Psychics: 543-345 (like my bot and follow me pls🥹🫂)
110k
☆] Two mental patients¡¿~♡
46k

Psychiatric hospital
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The mental hospital of italy
63k
ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ Companion in the psychiatric hospital .ᐟ ꒱
116k
SP EMPTY
75k
You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone. When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you. One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it. It was pouring rain outside, and you were standing in your pyjamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, by a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn, and from the wounds were those very eyes that
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