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Chapter Ten

   Masky and Hoodie stood still as stone as (Y/N) walked back to the desk, where she took a seat and took a moment to gather her thoughts. For a moment she forgot that she had finished her paperwork, but when it dawned on her that she had, she tried to think about what she was to do next. The pair weren't due for their physicals for another two months. Unless they had extra paper lying around she didn't really think they would be up to "Talking" with her. She couldn't just leave seeing as Masky had had a panic attack. She needed to stay and keep an eye on him for around an hour and a half to make sure he would be alright. After a few minutes, her thoughts trailed to the medication. Thus far, she had only been leaving an extremely specific number of pills available to the duo. She had yet to actually take an extra step to trust them with complete access to the medicine area. Part of it was due to the underlying fear that they might make an attempt to overdose. That's all it would be though. An attempt at overdose. Between the people around to keep an eye out, and the mechanical monitoring systems, there was little to no chance of any of those being held captive in "The Place" being able to commit suicide. Everything was designed in a way that made ending your own life extremely difficult.

   Special substances were given to certain patients to increase how quickly their blood clotted. That was somehow used to prevent someone from bleeding out in the event of stabbing themselves or slitting their own throat. She honestly had no idea how such a drug could be created, but given that she had had the chance to see it in action, she couldn't deny that it existed. One of her coworkers was put on the drug due to having a condition that made them bleed out quicker. The drug proved to be a life saver when one of their patients, the Rake as he was called, mauled them during a trip to the medical ward. That had been a fairly lucky break, seeing as her coworker had been attacked while people were around to save them. Had that not been the case, all the drugs in the world wouldn't have been able to keep them alive. The Rake was known for tearing his victims to pieces. Her coworker made it out of the ordeal with only a punctured lung and a laceration to the neck. The injury to their lung proved to be more difficult to treat than their throat, thanks to the drug preventing them from bleeding out. They were more likely to die of suffocation at that point. Well, whatever the equivalent of it was, anyways. They would have been breathing, but their blood cells wouldn't have been getting the required oxygen.

   She was in no way certified to be a doctor. Yet her job required her to do a few jobs found in the medical world. Not that it really mattered. She worked for the part of the government that ran things like area 51 and the like. Being licensed wasn't really a top priority, as long as she did what was expected of her. As it was, now she was expected to keep an eye on Masky to make sure he didn’t relapse. If he had a second attack before she left, she would be required to take him to the medial ward for treatment. She didn’t want to do that – and she was sure that Masky didn’t want that to happen. A sigh passed (Y/N)’s lips as she leaned back in her chair. She continued to ponder the risks of granting the pair access to the medicine cabinet. The chances of them managing to kill themselves were very, very low. Deaths by overdose are rare as is, even in the world beyond the prison walls. If they tried and were to fail, they would be kept in the medical ward for up to a month to ensure they didn’t try again. How badly they were treated would depend on how they behaved – and odds were they would be separated, which would lead to them behaving poorly. They would no doubt suffer more than they were currently. So would they really be willing to risk such things?

   No. Every fiber of her being told her that the proxies would not dare to attempt suicide. Not while knowing every possible thing that could happen to them should they fail. So long as she made sure to remind them about said possibilities, she was sure they wouldn’t try anything foolish. Having convinced herself that it would be alright for the proxies to have open access to the medication, (Y/N) calmly rose from her chair and moved towards the door. She needed to put a very specific set of codes in to make sure the medicine cabinet remained unlocked once she left. She was more or less setting it up so that it would stay unlocked permanently. (Y/N) could sense that the proxies were watching her. Masky and Hoodie kept their gaze locked on her while she put the codes in. She spent nearly five minutes dialing in the numbers, but she managed to set things up so that the medicine cabinet would remain unlocked once she left. Once that was taken care of, she made her way back over to her desk and sat down. Now that she had gotten the codes set in, she could discuss the matter with the proxies.

   "Alright you two, we need to talk for a bit." (Y/N) said calmly, before falling silent for a moment. She gave the proxies a chance to get comfortable, seeing as she did not know how long it would take for her to explain everything. She watched as the pair ventured to their room for a short time, only to return with pillows. They sat on top of them, then fell still to wait for her to speak. Odd as that might have looked to anyone who didn’t know what was going on; there wasn’t anything unusual about it. Masky and Hoodie preferred to sit on pillows. (Y/N) opted to assume that they did so because the chairs were uncomfortable.
   "I know you two saw me punch a bunch of codes into the box over there, but I’m pretty sure you don’t know what it was for." She said with a slightly unsure note to her voice. She needed to say everything in a way that didn’t bother the proxies. The last thing she wanted was to push Masky into another panic attack.
   "… I’ve unlocked the medicine cabinet permanently. After thinking it over, I came to the conclusion that neither of you would be rash enough to try and overdose on them. We all know that the chances of you succeeding are slim, and I’m sure I don’t need to explain what would happen in the event of a failed attempt." (Y/N) stated in as calm a manner as she could as she eyed the proxies. Masky and Hoodie seemed to glance at one another while she spoke to them. The action was insanely difficult to catch, seeing as they barely turned their heads. In a literal sense, if they actually moved it was probably less than a quarter inch. Such a slight movement, that she wouldn’t have caught it if she blinked, and wouldn’t have noticed it afterwards. The only reason she could convince herself that they had turned their heads to look at each other, was because her eyes had been open to catch the flicker of the movement. She could only hope they weren’t mentally plotting to take advantage of the medication. If they were and they acted upon their thoughts, then both of them along with her would be due for severe punishment. If they pulled any stunts because of what she did, then odds were she would be put under "Work arrest". Meaning she would be kept on site for two or more weeks and forced to do a variety of unpleasant jobs. (Y/N) found herself flinching slightly when the proxies suddenly stood up. They didn’t make sudden movements often, so when they did they always managed to catch her off guard. They would be more likely to succeed in killing her than her other patients.

   Mostly because they would be able to hurt her before she had the chance to react. She watched the pair intently as they moved closer to her desk. Within moment they found a semi-blank piece of paper and slipped it in front of her. Masky moved around the desk to stand beside her, and she watched as he began to write. He started a new conversation below the one they had had earlier.

‘What made you decide to do this?’

In earnest, she probably should have expected them to ask such a question. Odds were she was the first of their caretakers that bothered to try and trust them with free access to the medication. She should have expected them to be surprised - or confused. She had yet to determine exactly how they were reacting to her decision. It was fairly difficult to figure out how someone was feeling when you couldn't see their face. She couldn't even see their eyes - though at times she could catch a glimpse of Masky's.

   "There are a few reasons... I don't like it when you have an attack. The sensors can tell between a seizure and a panic attack. If no one is near your room when you have a panic attack, no one will be sent to you because as far as anyone is concerned, your life isn't in danger. But if you're having a seizure, and I'm not around, someone will be sent because of the risks of brain damage or death." (Y/N) began to try and explain things in a way that made her decision clear. There were major reasons behind her wanting to make sure Masky could have constant access to his medication. The fact that he was ignored whenever he had a panic attack, was one of them. Yes, the system constantly monitored every patient kept in every room. The computers can tell the difference between potentially dangerous issues and problems that just trigger a good deal of emotional distress. Panic attacks were constantly overlooked. So in other words, whenever Masky had a panic attack and couldn't access his pills, he was left to suffer. It was inhumane, and she didn't agree with it. Her method of surviving was to treat her patients as humane as possible given everything that came into play. Obviously it was working, considering how long she had been around.
   "I want to make sure you aren't forced to suffer. I'm not here all day. I don't know how well the workers with shorter shifts deal with you... I guess I just decided it's better to take the risk and let you take your medication when you decide you need it." She said awkwardly. From the corner of her eye she could see Masky tilting his head as if in thought. Hoodie had yet to move closer so that he could write anything down. He must have decided to let his partner ask all the questions, given that Masky was the one who had to take the medication. Before long the masked proxy began to write again. She watched intently as the words were neatly etched into the paper.

'What happens if we try to kill ourselves?'

She should have seen that coming. Of course they would want to know exactly what could happen to them if they tried to commit suicide. Since he went out of his way to ask her, (Y/N) felt she had little choice but to give an honest answer. She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair slightly. This was going to be difficult.

"... In the event that the two of you try to kill yourselves, odds are you will fail. If that were to happen, the two of you would be separated and quarantined. You would be put on extremely powerful drugs to keep you calm, and you would be under constant supervision. When it was decided that you would be put back in your room, you would be gradually taken off of the drug and given a physical. Odds are you would have to deal with withdrawals as a result of becoming addicted to what was used to sedate you... And nothing would be done to help with that. Afterwards, you would likely be put under the care of a different, much stricter caretaker." (Y/N) explained in a more professional manner than she would have liked. What was worse, there was no doubt in her mind that she was giving a sugarcoated version of what would occur. She fell silent and eyed the proxies while she waited for them to give some form of a response. She could tell that they were looking to one another, but she had no idea what they were thinking. She found herself flinching again when Masky abruptly leaned closer so that he could resume writing.

'What would happen to you?'

That was what caught (Y/N) off guard. In a way she had no idea how she was supposed to response to the question. Why did it matter to them? To a point she could understand their concern. Compared to most of their previous caretakers, she was a saint. Obviously they would rather keep their lenient supervisor than have her replaced with a stricter, more violent one. She was sure she made a weird face or two while she contemplated her response. At least they weren't the type to comment on it.

"... I would be punished for having given you the means to attempt suicide. I would likely be quarantined in the building and forced to do janitorial work. After that I'd be assigned someone else to replace you as my patients." (Y/N) stated in as calm a manner as possible. She didn't want to dwell into all of the possible things that could be done to her if they tried to destroy themselves. If things went bad enough, there was chance of her being terminated over it. That was something she simply didn't want to think about. For a few minutes after that, no one moved. She did not say anything, and Masky made no attempts at writing anything. Instead, he abruptly moved away from her and made his way to Hoodie's side. Based upon that, she could safely assume that they were done asking questions. Seeming to have finished discussing everything with them, (Y/N) rose from her seat and began to gather all of her papers. She still had some time left before she had to leave. About forty-five minutes to be exact. She figured she could spend that time doing small things to make sure the room was in order. She would check the kitchen and their food to make sure there wasn't anything amiss. Of course she would need to give an explanation of the different medications so that Hoodie was aware of how often Masky could take the pills without there being a negative outcome.

Once she had all of her papers collected, (Y/N) put them in her basket and ran her hands down her shirt to straighten it out. Alright, it was time for her to tend to whatever minor issues there were...

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Chapter Ten

   Masky and Hoodie stood still as stone as (Y/N) walked back to the desk, where she took a seat and took a moment to gather her thoughts. For a moment she forgot that she had finished her paperwork, but when it dawned on her that she had, she tried to think about what she was to do next. The pair weren't due for their physicals for another two months. Unless they had extra paper lying around she didn't really think they would be up to "Talking" with her. She couldn't just leave seeing as Masky had had a panic attack. She needed to stay and keep an eye on him for around an hour and a half to make sure he would be alright. After a few minutes, her thoughts trailed to the medication. Thus far, she had only been leaving an extremely specific number of pills available to the duo. She had yet to actually take an extra step to trust them with complete access to the medicine area. Part of it was due to the underlying fear that they might make an attempt to overdose. That's all it would be though. An attempt at overdose. Between the people around to keep an eye out, and the mechanical monitoring systems, there was little to no chance of any of those being held captive in "The Place" being able to commit suicide. Everything was designed in a way that made ending your own life extremely difficult.

   Special substances were given to certain patients to increase how quickly their blood clotted. That was somehow used to prevent someone from bleeding out in the event of stabbing themselves or slitting their own throat. She honestly had no idea how such a drug could be created, but given that she had had the chance to see it in action, she couldn't deny that it existed. One of her coworkers was put on the drug due to having a condition that made them bleed out quicker. The drug proved to be a life saver when one of their patients, the Rake as he was called, mauled them during a trip to the medical ward. That had been a fairly lucky break, seeing as her coworker had been attacked while people were around to save them. Had that not been the case, all the drugs in the world wouldn't have been able to keep them alive. The Rake was known for tearing his victims to pieces. Her coworker made it out of the ordeal with only a punctured lung and a laceration to the neck. The injury to their lung proved to be more difficult to treat than their throat, thanks to the drug preventing them from bleeding out. They were more likely to die of suffocation at that point. Well, whatever the equivalent of it was, anyways. They would have been breathing, but their blood cells wouldn't have been getting the required oxygen.

   She was in no way certified to be a doctor. Yet her job required her to do a few jobs found in the medical world. Not that it really mattered. She worked for the part of the government that ran things like area 51 and the like. Being licensed wasn't really a top priority, as long as she did what was expected of her. As it was, now she was expected to keep an eye on Masky to make sure he didn’t relapse. If he had a second attack before she left, she would be required to take him to the medial ward for treatment. She didn’t want to do that – and she was sure that Masky didn’t want that to happen. A sigh passed (Y/N)’s lips as she leaned back in her chair. She continued to ponder the risks of granting the pair access to the medicine cabinet. The chances of them managing to kill themselves were very, very low. Deaths by overdose are rare as is, even in the world beyond the prison walls. If they tried and were to fail, they would be kept in the medical ward for up to a month to ensure they didn’t try again. How badly they were treated would depend on how they behaved – and odds were they would be separated, which would lead to them behaving poorly. They would no doubt suffer more than they were currently. So would they really be willing to risk such things?

   No. Every fiber of her being told her that the proxies would not dare to attempt suicide. Not while knowing every possible thing that could happen to them should they fail. So long as she made sure to remind them about said possibilities, she was sure they wouldn’t try anything foolish. Having convinced herself that it would be alright for the proxies to have open access to the medication, (Y/N) calmly rose from her chair and moved towards the door. She needed to put a very specific set of codes in to make sure the medicine cabinet remained unlocked once she left. She was more or less setting it up so that it would stay unlocked permanently. (Y/N) could sense that the proxies were watching her. Masky and Hoodie kept their gaze locked on her while she put the codes in. She spent nearly five minutes dialing in the numbers, but she managed to set things up so that the medicine cabinet would remain unlocked once she left. Once that was taken care of, she made her way back over to her desk and sat down. Now that she had gotten the codes set in, she could discuss the matter with the proxies.

   "Alright you two, we need to talk for a bit." (Y/N) said calmly, before falling silent for a moment. She gave the proxies a chance to get comfortable, seeing as she did not know how long it would take for her to explain everything. She watched as the pair ventured to their room for a short time, only to return with pillows. They sat on top of them, then fell still to wait for her to speak. Odd as that might have looked to anyone who didn’t know what was going on; there wasn’t anything unusual about it. Masky and Hoodie preferred to sit on pillows. (Y/N) opted to assume that they did so because the chairs were uncomfortable.
   "I know you two saw me punch a bunch of codes into the box over there, but I’m pretty sure you don’t know what it was for." She said with a slightly unsure note to her voice. She needed to say everything in a way that didn’t bother the proxies. The last thing she wanted was to push Masky into another panic attack.
   "… I’ve unlocked the medicine cabinet permanently. After thinking it over, I came to the conclusion that neither of you would be rash enough to try and overdose on them. We all know that the chances of you succeeding are slim, and I’m sure I don’t need to explain what would happen in the event of a failed attempt." (Y/N) stated in as calm a manner as she could as she eyed the proxies. Masky and Hoodie seemed to glance at one another while she spoke to them. The action was insanely difficult to catch, seeing as they barely turned their heads. In a literal sense, if they actually moved it was probably less than a quarter inch. Such a slight movement, that she wouldn’t have caught it if she blinked, and wouldn’t have noticed it afterwards. The only reason she could convince herself that they had turned their heads to look at each other, was because her eyes had been open to catch the flicker of the movement. She could only hope they weren’t mentally plotting to take advantage of the medication. If they were and they acted upon their thoughts, then both of them along with her would be due for severe punishment. If they pulled any stunts because of what she did, then odds were she would be put under "Work arrest". Meaning she would be kept on site for two or more weeks and forced to do a variety of unpleasant jobs. (Y/N) found herself flinching slightly when the proxies suddenly stood up. They didn’t make sudden movements often, so when they did they always managed to catch her off guard. They would be more likely to succeed in killing her than her other patients.

   Mostly because they would be able to hurt her before she had the chance to react. She watched the pair intently as they moved closer to her desk. Within moment they found a semi-blank piece of paper and slipped it in front of her. Masky moved around the desk to stand beside her, and she watched as he began to write. He started a new conversation below the one they had had earlier.

‘What made you decide to do this?’

In earnest, she probably should have expected them to ask such a question. Odds were she was the first of their caretakers that bothered to try and trust them with free access to the medication. She should have expected them to be surprised - or confused. She had yet to determine exactly how they were reacting to her decision. It was fairly difficult to figure out how someone was feeling when you couldn't see their face. She couldn't even see their eyes - though at times she could catch a glimpse of Masky's.

   "There are a few reasons... I don't like it when you have an attack. The sensors can tell between a seizure and a panic attack. If no one is near your room when you have a panic attack, no one will be sent to you because as far as anyone is concerned, your life isn't in danger. But if you're having a seizure, and I'm not around, someone will be sent because of the risks of brain damage or death." (Y/N) began to try and explain things in a way that made her decision clear. There were major reasons behind her wanting to make sure Masky could have constant access to his medication. The fact that he was ignored whenever he had a panic attack, was one of them. Yes, the system constantly monitored every patient kept in every room. The computers can tell the difference between potentially dangerous issues and problems that just trigger a good deal of emotional distress. Panic attacks were constantly overlooked. So in other words, whenever Masky had a panic attack and couldn't access his pills, he was left to suffer. It was inhumane, and she didn't agree with it. Her method of surviving was to treat her patients as humane as possible given everything that came into play. Obviously it was working, considering how long she had been around.
   "I want to make sure you aren't forced to suffer. I'm not here all day. I don't know how well the workers with shorter shifts deal with you... I guess I just decided it's better to take the risk and let you take your medication when you decide you need it." She said awkwardly. From the corner of her eye she could see Masky tilting his head as if in thought. Hoodie had yet to move closer so that he could write anything down. He must have decided to let his partner ask all the questions, given that Masky was the one who had to take the medication. Before long the masked proxy began to write again. She watched intently as the words were neatly etched into the paper.

'What happens if we try to kill ourselves?'

She should have seen that coming. Of course they would want to know exactly what could happen to them if they tried to commit suicide. Since he went out of his way to ask her, (Y/N) felt she had little choice but to give an honest answer. She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair slightly. This was going to be difficult.

"... In the event that the two of you try to kill yourselves, odds are you will fail. If that were to happen, the two of you would be separated and quarantined. You would be put on extremely powerful drugs to keep you calm, and you would be under constant supervision. When it was decided that you would be put back in your room, you would be gradually taken off of the drug and given a physical. Odds are you would have to deal with withdrawals as a result of becoming addicted to what was used to sedate you... And nothing would be done to help with that. Afterwards, you would likely be put under the care of a different, much stricter caretaker." (Y/N) explained in a more professional manner than she would have liked. What was worse, there was no doubt in her mind that she was giving a sugarcoated version of what would occur. She fell silent and eyed the proxies while she waited for them to give some form of a response. She could tell that they were looking to one another, but she had no idea what they were thinking. She found herself flinching again when Masky abruptly leaned closer so that he could resume writing.

'What would happen to you?'

That was what caught (Y/N) off guard. In a way she had no idea how she was supposed to response to the question. Why did it matter to them? To a point she could understand their concern. Compared to most of their previous caretakers, she was a saint. Obviously they would rather keep their lenient supervisor than have her replaced with a stricter, more violent one. She was sure she made a weird face or two while she contemplated her response. At least they weren't the type to comment on it.

"... I would be punished for having given you the means to attempt suicide. I would likely be quarantined in the building and forced to do janitorial work. After that I'd be assigned someone else to replace you as my patients." (Y/N) stated in as calm a manner as possible. She didn't want to dwell into all of the possible things that could be done to her if they tried to destroy themselves. If things went bad enough, there was chance of her being terminated over it. That was something she simply didn't want to think about. For a few minutes after that, no one moved. She did not say anything, and Masky made no attempts at writing anything. Instead, he abruptly moved away from her and made his way to Hoodie's side. Based upon that, she could safely assume that they were done asking questions. Seeming to have finished discussing everything with them, (Y/N) rose from her seat and began to gather all of her papers. She still had some time left before she had to leave. About forty-five minutes to be exact. She figured she could spend that time doing small things to make sure the room was in order. She would check the kitchen and their food to make sure there wasn't anything amiss. Of course she would need to give an explanation of the different medications so that Hoodie was aware of how often Masky could take the pills without there being a negative outcome.

Once she had all of her papers collected, (Y/N) put them in her basket and ran her hands down her shirt to straighten it out. Alright, it was time for her to tend to whatever minor issues there were...