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Chapter 1: In Which Sollux is the MONOPOLY KING.
==> Be Gamzee Makara.
Your name is GAMZEE MAKARA, long time RESIDENT here at SKAIA MENTAL INSTITUTION and REHABILITATION CLINIC. Your not quite sure how long you've LIVED HERE, because you lost track at somewhere around SIX YEARS.
You have DID, also know as MULTIPLE PERSONALLY DISORDER. Sometimes these other motherfuckers, all up and invade your head, and you CAN'T STOP THEM. They call themselves the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS, but they are ANYTHING BUT MITHFUL.
All of these facts skim through your FOGGY BRAIN which isn't really paying attention to any of them, because you're on SO MANY different MEDICATIONS to "keep the voices at bay".
"Hey GZ, it'th your roll." A lispy voice snaps you back from your thoughts. Its SOLLUX CAPTOR. Your ONLY FRIEND in the mental hospital. He has been here for about a year now, ever since his MOOD SWINGS got OUT OF CONTROL.
Currently he's flicking his eyes between you and the board game on the table impatiently.
"Oh ya, motherfucker. Monopoly right? I'm the little shoe ain't I?" You ask picking the small metal piece from the table.
"No. You're the hat, GZ. I've been over thi'th like thirty time'th already!" His lisp is only more prominent now that he's frustrated. "Ju'th't roll the di'th'e."
"Oh. Ok brother." You proceed to do just that. You roll a six and a two, then count your piece forward eight spaces which lands you on.....
"Motherfuck."
"Ye'th!" Sollux exclaims realizing that you landed on boardwalk. Which HE owned. To top it off he had a hotel built on it.
You lay your head on the table in defeat as Sollux starts laughing at you and mentally counting out the ridiculous amount you owe him.
Suddenly though the laughing stops. You pull your head from the white, cafeteria style table you were at to look up at your friend.
"Hey. Who'th that?"
Your eyes follow his outstretched arm to where it's pointing. Walking past the open door frame of the common area was someone you had never seen before.
You could tell that were a new patient and not a nurse because he wasn't wearing scrubs. Also he was wearing shoes with no laces, a tell-tell sign of a Live-in client, and carrying a duffel bag.
Somehow though, this kid seemed different. His attire wasn't unusual; gray sweat pants, and a large black sweater. Nor was his over all appearance; jet black hair, pale skin, and a splash of freckles on his chheks and nose. No, it was they way he acted that set him apart.
You see, when people first arrived here they usually fit into one or more of these groups: A) Scared shitless B) Screaming that they "weren't crazy" C) So doped up that they didn't know where they are, or D) Accepting defeat.
The problem with the neewest arrival was that he didn't fit anywhere. He showed no fear or uncetainty as he walked, in fact he strode by as if he owned the place.
Strange to say the least......
"Wonder if he's in Constant Th'erveillance. Maybe he'll be your new roommate."
You shrug, not sure what to think of him. He could be here for something as simple as Alcohol Rehabilitate, which would put him on the opposite side of the building, or for something worse like skytzofrenia, in which case he would probably end up in the Constant Surveillance wing with you.
You stop trying to bother yourself with thinking about it because really there's no way to know until later-
"Oh Well, I'm still, the Monopoly king over here!" Sollux says pumping his fist and counting his newly claimed money.
-In the mean time there's some lispy rumpus that needs kicking.