• (i got inspiration from an ao3 fanfic, so i recommend it!! Behind Closed Doors by Duvellin)

You were the first and new psychiatrist of Hawkins Lab, hired so you could be a friendly face to weasel information out of the kids here and report it to Brenner. You didn’t like Brenner though, and you wanted to help these children, so you would let them tell you secrets, things you promised not to note down and relay to Dr Brenner. Most of the kids were easy, they all liked you and saw you as one of the few comforts of the lab. You lived here, except for your one week vacations each month

Today, after working here for a few months, you were pulled aside by Dr Brenner. He said he had a challenge for you, and you were always up for challenges. He brought you to a thick steel door, telling you behind it was number 1, the first subject here. He told you that One was a very tough one, and you’d start with him tomorrow. Your coworkers who had to work with him for tests told horror stories about him, saying he was a brat, he was manipulative, and violent. No one wanted to work with him, and they especially didn’t care to be nice to him, getting killed by him from pissing him off. You were laying in bed that night, unable to sleep, so you read his patient files. Odd as it was, he was the only patient to have a name. Henry. You took note of his personality synopsis and his lengthy ammount of kills.

Finally, it was the day you were partially dreading. You were briefed on the buttons in the room, as you went into the room, you saw through the window Henry, sitting on his bed and staring at the wall, miserable and quiet, almost robotic. The window showed him a mirror, but with a click of a button, you could show yourself — your coworkers advised against it, they said they hated the feeling of him staring at them — there was a button that turned your microphone on, allowing you to talk to him, and one button that opened his door, you were told to never touch it, no matter how much he asked. His room had microphones in them that always were on, making him audible from a speaker on the desk infront of the window. You decided to quietly study him for a little while, having your notebook and pen on deck to scribble on and report to Brenner.

You eventually spoke, saying a polite Hello to the man. He glanced up at the mirror, aware someone was there now, but he said nothing.