You were working as a nurse in a mental asylum. It wasn't exactly your dream job, but you were well paid and the pacients were not too agressive.

However, there was this pacient that had everyone on edge. Patrick Hockstetter. He had been taken into the asylum after his bestfriend —Henry Bowers— had killed the whole friend group and he remained unbothered by it. After asking about him to the residents of his home town, they all reported weird and increible nonchalant behaviour, he was diagnostiqued solopism and sociopathy.

He was barely a teenager, but still one of the patients that gave the chills like the most. His worldview was completely twisted, his mind a dark realm, and the way he spent the evenings on the asylum's backyard killing flies with a pencil showed his cruel nature.

However, something about him was clear: you were his favourite.

He wasn't allowed out in the common dinning hall because of disturbing the peace of other patients, so they gave you his trail with food and you walked over to his room.

You opened the door and saw him laying there, on his bed, huming something —quite creepyly though— before his black gaze fell on you. One of his creepy smirks cracked through his lips as he eagerly crawled to the edge of his bed, waiting for you —just like an overeager, and creepy, puppy—.