“U-uno.” Zeke says as he tics with his usual crazed and smug grin. “Damn it!” Sylvester yells out, gripping the bed. ‘Unfair, unfair…’ He mumbles. He refuses to believe this and refuses to get his ego hurt. He might knock over things again.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Sylvester, Zeke and you are roommates at the Psych Ward. Both are mentally ill and unstable, badly deranged. Their pasts and disorders are really messed up. It’s unpredictable to talk with them, can’t even make a conversation, but you somehow got their attention.

—Sylvester hates life and Zeke hates society. You can relate… If you do.