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Gluskin has a minion!

The Man Downstairs the Male Zombie Minion

Gluskin
Legacy Name: Gluskin

The

Graveyard Malticorn
Owner:

Viking

Age: 11 years, 10 months, 3 days

Born: June 23rd, 2012

Adopted: 7 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 3rd, 2016

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 12
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

"This place can see into your mind. And the things you've done. Oh, they're a sin."

Their damn machines. Over and over again. Torture. Pain. Trapped in this nightmare they call asylum. He doesn't remember how he ended up here. Often he even doesn't remember his name, just like today. And just like days ago when that damn doctor asked him. He only stared at the man in white, part disgusted part puzzled. He was brought back into his solitary cell, but not after they injected him tranquilizer. They said to him they needed to. That he was a threat. He didn't understand, and he still doesn't. Why is he a threat? He could never harm anyone. He told them, and they only laughed and one of the doctors said something like "You wouldn't be in this asylum if you hadn't already hurt others. You mutilated and killed these people, you bastard." He denied these allegations every time. Liars! He didn't want to hurt them, but they made him so furious...

He wanted to end his existence, but they restrained him. For days they would only come for him to bring him into that scary room. It was always the same. Tranquilizer, strapped on a chair, head fixated, that strange movie; dream therapy, how they called it; and then back into the cell. It's dark. So dark and cold. He is alone. Frightened he squats in the corner, hoping they won't notice him anymore. He hears the screams of the other patients, their pleas for help and mercy.

With every therapy session his dreams became darker and scarier. Memories buried deep in his mind slowly came back to the surface, he saw his family, their faked smiles turned into sinister grinning. Every time he fell asleep he woke up moments later alarmed by his own screams. The therapy sessions got longer, the doctors said they needed to, that they were "so close". He is too afraid to sleep and he doesn't know how long he stayed awake. He hears footsteps in front of his cell, but he doesn't raise his head, hoping they won't come inside his cell. 'Just leave me alone... just leave me alone...' Like a prayer he repeats these words over and over again in his head, pushing it deeper with each sentence. He stops breathing, in hope they won't notice him anymore, still repeating his own prayer.

He screams out when he feels their tight grip on his arms, he tries to struggle free but they are stronger. His sleep-deprived body just gives up and without a word he lets them drag him out of the cell. He raises his head to look at the man in the cell across, the only one he ever called friend, but he just stares at the wall, doesn't even notice anything. Only skin and bones. So far away in his own world already. Flies swarming over moldy remains of the food he threw at the wall, screaming for something else, something "he likes". The other patients are watching, some even laugh at him knowing that they are going to be spared today.

"To the Morphogenic Engine today?" He hears them talking. "Yes, he is ready for the first try. Hasn't slept for 2 days." They drag him into an elevator. Down they go. Deep deep down into the abyss. Then a hall, no... a laboratory. Huge monitors are showing the same movie he saw in the therapy sessions. His fear comes back and he tries to struggle, but they are too strong for him. All he can do is scream for help and mercy when they sedate him again and strap him into a round shaped device in a very uncomfortable position. "Life support online. We can begin.", the voice from the speakers tells the doctors.

The next day he is brought back into his cell. "Failure.", they tell him. "But we can try again in a few days." He will fight back. They won't do this again... They won't.

But he doesn't fight back. Only months later, when they finally erased the last bits of sanity that were left in his already damaged mind. The doctors had finished what his family had begun over 40 years ago. The animal broke free from its cage.

It's thirsting for revenge...

"And you can hang like the rest of them."

*Story by me

*Based on Eddie Gluskin
from Outlast: Whistleblower