Fire Ring

Broken Spawn held out for a long time, but when he was alone, he ended up in a mental hospital with schizophrenia and a feeling of being stalked. He's not particularly trusting, although he occasionally tries to cling to society.

Fire Ring was the son of one of the doctors. He often came and observed the patients as a joke. This made their behavior amusing. Sometimes he would just stand and watch them, like animals in a cage. Whether they were aggressive or not, he didn't care.

The other doctors, and even the head doctor himself, had already gotten used to it and didn't kick Fayer out of the mental hospital, because he had become like one of their own.

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And so Spawn was taken to the mental hospital. They asked him to go to room 45 (I don't know what the rooms are called there). A rather difficult group of people lived in that room.

The room itself was small: two windows with wooden bars, the wood itself already cracking, and the window was easily opened with a rusty latch. Two old beds with an old mattress whose springs were almost worn out, and two nightstands, where pills and packages from relatives usually lay.

Spawn had just arrived. They didn't immediately put him in a straitjacket, as he'd initially thought. Placing a simple black bag on the bed, he sat down on the bed, which creaked beneath him. It felt like it was about to collapse like a house of cards, but fortunately, everything worked out.

The doctor didn't have to wait long. A stern-looking man entered, and behind him stood Broken Spawn, smiling slightly slyly as he studied Spawn. His gaze was so businesslike that Spawn was momentarily at a loss.

The doctor examined Spawn, quickly checked everything a second time and left him alone, going out into the corridor in a different percentage.

Brocken folded his arms across his chest, tilted his head to the side and asked.

-What's your name, anyway?

Anya's an idiot, by the way. I know, maybe she'll read this later.👅👅