A/n: Hi guys, quick message, when I say "Guys" I mean both genders! Enjoy Your story!

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Just Kidding! :D

Here's somethings you need to know before starting the story up, because people get confused easily for some reason.

Brain Mechanic:

Thoughts: Omg, I am so damn hungry!

Speak: "Teacher, when are we actually going to use this in the real world?"

Scary/Demon Voice: "WHAT? NO FREE PIZZA??? HOW DARE YOU, YOU FOUL MORTAL!

And that's the speech thing!

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Fairy: Why the hell do we even need to mention that?!?

Author~Chan: Because, it is a way to show people how our story works.

Fairy: Pfft, you are just copying other waaaaaaaaaaay successful storys than yours will ever be!

Author~Chan: Get in the corner.

Fairy: You Ain't my mom!

Author~Chan: Who created you?

Fairy: ... You did...

Author~Chan: Who commands you to do everything?

Fairy: ... You do...

Author~Chan: Get in the corner.

Fairy: ... Yes, Mam...

Author~Chan: Good, now let me hit the recorded button. Weird it's already on... Oh whatever!

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Sam P.O.V

Ugh, I hate this place!

I am sitting in my room strapped onto the bed with my wrists tightly wrapped behind me. It's so uncomfortable! Speaking of which I have no idea how I ended up in here in the first place! I have no memory, but here I am, having been stuck here for 11 years.

I wait for my doctor to do the daily check thing. It's boring since they took the book I was reading and placed it onto the table five feet away, so I could eat breakfast.

Couple minutes had pasted and my door opened. My doctor, Doctor Malcolm, came in through the door and shut it. I noticed some papers he's holding as he placed them down onto the table and sat down.

"Mr. Gladiator, how did you sleep?" He asked in a raspy voice as he opened a binder with a pen held in his other hand. I assume he has a cold.

"I slept fine," I simply answered. I wiggled up trying to get into a more comfortable position.

"Could you please unstrapped me from the bed, so I could get into a more comfortable sitting positon?" I asked. He moved his head up and fixed his eyes onto mine. He turns to the telephone next to him and pressed the "Nurse Help" button, which was right next to the "Apprehend" button. Hehe, the many times that one's been pressed.

"Bring two nurses to room 667." He commanded onto the phone.

"Y-yes, S-s-sir." I chuckled at the scared tone of the voice that reply. Want to know any person's fear who work/stay here? Room 667, the "Demon" or so I was nicknamed. I don't like being controlled, which is one of the reasons why I am known by that.

Two nurses immediately came rushing in. They both stopped for a moment and breathed heavily.

"Doctor, what seems to be the problem?" One of them said after their short break.

"Unstrap Mr. Gladiator for me, please." The nurses exchange looks and focused their fearful eyes onto me as I put a bright smile on. The nurses back down a couple of inches then looked at Malcolm. He nudged his head towards me.

"Go on, he might not bite this time." He chuckled at his own joke. The nurses hesitate before walking over to me and untying me.

"Thank you." I said smiling to the two nurses. With that they quickly ran out the door.

"That was rude." I said to no one in particular. Malcolm coughed in effort of trying to get my attention.

"Mr. Gladiat- "

"Oh, drop the formality already, would ya?" I interrupted.

"Alright, Sam," He said as he straightens his sitting position. "We are going to need you to take a couple of tests." He finished.

"Again?!" I yelled as I got off the bed. I hate those pointless tests. I am perfectly sane, thank you very much! Well, I wouldn't say perfectly...

"Sam, they won't be like last time's. They are different and important." He corrected and wrote something down onto the binder with his pen.

"Follow me." He commanded. I sighed and followed him out the door.

((Time Skip: After Testing))

"Good work, Sam." The Doctor congratulates me.

"Am I done?" I asked eagerly. The doctor nodded as he placed the last few notes of my test results into his binder. As he was about to leave, he quickly turns to me.

"Ah, yes, I forgot to tell you something, your friends are in the waiting room waiting for you." He informed me.

"Yes!" I yelled in excitement, but then followed by a "Wait!" The doctor was about to leave when I grip my hand on his arm.

"Are they allowed inside again?" I asked him. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. I did a little victory dance and ran to the waiting room.

Friends note: HELLO