It was just another average day at the mental asylum. The place was always flooded with criminals and just plain crazy people, but it should not come as a surprise, for there are all kinds of them. From the mentally ill to the evil. From the easily offended to the ones who despise equality.

But there was a fictional character that topped all of the other insane fictional characters. She did not top the real worlders, but she was certainly the craziest.

Two guards had their backs leaning against the wall and their arms crossed over their chests. One of them was gnawing on the end of a toothpick, and the other yanked off his blue hat and smoothed out his hair. They wore blue, long-sleeved shirts, blue pants, and black shoes.

"I am glad that we are finally on break," the guard who was straightening his hair stated.

The other guard nodded. "Indeed. We hardly get breaks anymore because of all the inmates that we have staying here."

"I know, right? It is ridiculous. I always knew that there were people who were not right in the head, but this is just absurd. It makes me suspicious that good and faithful people do not exist anymore."

"Hey. I think of the same thing." He put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Want to know how I fight off that fearful thought?"

"How?"

"Just think of our writer. Think about her and what she has done for us and the rest of the fictional characters. 'Cause she is one of the few things, if not the only one, that came from the real world who is good and has a special heart. She is not like those real worlders. Heck, she is not them."

His friend let out a sigh. "Yeah. I have been so concerned about the real worlders that I have not been keeping my thoughts on the amazing things. Like how we exist."

"That is the spirit!"

Just then, a third guard came over to them. He was holding a tray of food and dressed exactly like them. The only difference was that he wore sunglasses that completely covered both of his eyes.

"Hello," the guard with the sunglasses greeted with a low tone. He had on a blank expression.

The guard who had taken off his hat put it back on. "Oh, hi—" Sunglasses Guard cut him off.

"Hold out your hands."

"Um, fists or open palms?"

"Open palms."

The guard held out his hands, and Sunglasses Guard shoved the tray of food in them.

"Uh, why are you giving me this food? You know that all guards already ate lunch. Besides, this does not even look like food. More like—"

"The readers do not need to know what it is. It will give them nightmares. And the reason that I gave it to you is because you are to deliver it to someone."

"I suppose an inmate. What is the name?"

Sunglasses Guard leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

The guard gulped. "Oh, dear."

The other guard spit out his toothpick and gave him a smirk. "Good luck."

Unable to stop shaking, the worried guard slowly walked down the long hallway, careful to not spill the "food." He soon reached a cell that was at the end and isolated from the other cells. He slowly crept up to the cell.

"M-Mary Sue?"

"Not M-Mary Sue. Just Mary Sue."