Notes

Your name is HECTOR HUSSIE, but some of the doctors refer to you as PATIENT 413. Your hobbies are DRAWING, SLEEPING, and TALKING TO GAMZEE. GAMZEE is your closest friend! He talks to you all the time! The doctors tell you he doesn't exist, but he does. He tells you about the other patients, since you're rarely allowed to talk to them. You get 'to violent' but you're just playing! They said you can join them today though! Oh god you're really excited.

He was drawing a picture of himself on the wall with some chalk. He had horns and weird grey skin. 'Thats me.' He would say to nothing 'they just can't see it, only I can.' He sat back, hands covered in black and green chalk. He loved the drawing. "I can't draw you, I'll have to go to therapy again." He crossed his legs, putting his hands at his sides. This was all he did. Draw, sleep, and talk to Gamzee when no one was listening. Last time he got caught, they asked him to many questions.

"I can't they won't let me." A pause. "Get it yourself, I can't leave." He rubbed his head. Talking to Gam gave him a headache, but he's his only friend. Last friend he had... Let's just say didn't end well. Loud noises (especially that of a chainsaws, for some reason) scared him. He's black out and be locked up in his cell, and for some reason, his nails were always bloody. Now, if he leaves his cell, he has to wear these uncomfortable mittens.

He hated them.

He doesn't remember, why, or how he got here. He was around ten or eleven. He doesn't know anything about his parents, or if he even has any parents. All he knows is their last name is Hussie, and they left him here without a second thought. But. It's okay. They let Gamzee come with him. He scratched at his arm, maybe a bit to much as it broke skin, and sighed. Hopefully he'll make friends today.