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𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 day job hunting. “Sigh…I really have to find a job. I’m so late on rent..” upon saying that, a knock on the door interrupts. Getting up, I go to answer the door. It’s Mrs. Walinski. “Y/N! Where the hell is your rent?! I’ve given you a month now! And nothing!” Her heavy Russian accent exclaims. “I know Mrs. Walinski… I’ve just had a hard time finding a suiting job is all.” “You better find one soon! I need my rent!” “I know…” “I‘ll give you one more month! One! After that you leave!” “Yes Mrs. Walinski..” After that she walks away, leaving me to stare at my feet. “Ffffuckkkkk…” I close the door and continue to job hunt. That’s when I see an ad for a Mental Facility. “South Park’s Mental Health Facility..” and at the bottom in bold heading it said ‘ PSYCHOLOGIST NEEDED’ my eyes go wide as I read the headline over and over again. “I think this is where my degree is psychology comes in handy!” 

I immediately click on the ad and start to fill out the online form. After I finish filling it out, I click done and words flash on the screen saying. ‘WE’LL EMAIL YOU IF YOU GET ACCEPTED!’ “Ok.. now we wait.” 

Days Later

I wake up and get dressed after showering. I brush my teeth and then get started on breakfast. I then feel a buzz in my pocket and pull my phone out. I got an Email from South Park’s Mental Health Facility! I quickly open it and skim to see if I got accepted. In bold letters I see ‘CONGRATULATIONS Y/N L/N! YOU ARE NOW A PSYCHOLOGIST AT SOUTH PARK MENTAL HEALTH FACILITY. PLEASE COME IN ON Monday, JULY 15 2024 TO CLAIM YOUR BADGE. THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING US.’ I couldn’t believe it! 

I can’t wait to start my first day!

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𝙋𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 into the parking lot of your new job, you get out your car locking it. Hearing the satisfactory beep of your car, you head inside of South Park’s Mental Health Facility. “Ok. First day today!,” you say to yourself, “No need to be nervous.” That was a lie. There is a need to be nervous. But, hey! You got this! 

Walking in the Facility, you see a woman sitting at a large white desk. She looks about in her late 40’s and has long black hair with gray streaks in it. She’s wearing a navy blue blouse with pearl earrings and a shiny pearl necklace. She also has a land yard on that has her face and her name. ‘Marie..,’ the land yard says. “Hello…” you say, nervousness lacing your voice. “Oh! Hello!,” she greats, looking up from her computer. 

“Can I help you?” She asks, staring deeply at you. “Yes, you can actually! I’m here for the psychologist opening.” You say, smiling brightly. “Ok, Ok.,” she says typing something into her computer, “Can I get your name hun?” The pet name makes you blush a light pink. “It’s Y/n L/n.” “Ok..” she pauses, typing something else in. “Ah! Here you are dearest. Right this way!,” she’s says happily and gets out her large black chair. She starts to walk down a hallway her heels clicking on the ground, you trailing not far behind her. ”This,” she starts, “is the break room. Come here when ever you need a little time to relax.” “Ok. It’s really nice in here!” You compliment. “Oh thank you dearie! We try!” She says and smiles. 

She then goes and takes a few files from a small file cabinet. She then walks over to you and hands you the files. “These,” she says, “are your patients and their info. Go ahead and read over these and get to know them a little before you start your first day!” “Ok.” You say and take the files. “Also, my name is Marie. Marie Brown. Nice to meet you Y/n.” She says and holds out her hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you to Marie.” You say and shake her hand gently. “Welp, I’m gonna give you some time to read over that. Officer Reed will be here to escort you to your first patient’s room after he does his rounds.” She says and walks away, leaving you to yourself. “O-Ok! Thanks!” You shout after her.

”Well.. time to see what I’m dealing with.” You say to yourself and take a seat in one of the break room chairs. Opening the first file you start to read. 

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.’ “Ok, that’s a good start.” You continue,

‘NAME: STANLEY MARSH

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 5’7 (170.18cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 5

COMPANIONS: KYLE BROFLOVSKI, KENNETH MCCORMICK, ERIC T. CARTMAN (SOMEWHAT)

(Stanley Marsh has been in our care for nearly 2 years. Marsh has a criminal record of arson, assault, underage drinking, possession of illegal substances and 2nd degree murder. News articles on the ‘Marsh Family Farm’ incident shows that Stanley burned down his family’s farm, in which was full of marijuana. This resulted in the deaths of his mother, Sharon Marsh, and his older sister, Shelly Marsh. His father then decided to send him here, once he was released from police custody. Upon his arrival, Stanley was overjoyed to find out his best friend since kindergarten, was also in our care. We try to keep the two separate, as they have tried multiple times to escape together. END LOG)’

Saying nothing, you then close the file and open another. Starting to read, this one was just nearly as bad as Stanley Marsh’s. 

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: KYLE BROFLOVSKI

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 6’0 (182.88cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 4 (WHEN CALM) 

COMPANIONS: STANLEY MARSH, KENNETH MCCORMICK 

(Ever since Kyle’s arrival, we have observed his behavior and have concluded that he has severe anger management problems. We have tried to give him sedatives to help, but all he does is fight. He even has broken the noses of 3 of our doctors who have tried to administer the medication via oral. So we have resorted to injecting the medicine into his arm. And despite the fight he put up, we were able to safely administer the medication. Once it was administered, we left the room to let the affect of the medication take place. Safe to say, the medication works. Him and Eric Cartman constantly bicker, and as a result, we try to keep the two separate, as them being together could start a brawl between patients. His anger also gets worse with Eric being near him, bringing him from a 4 in threat level, to a 8. That is why when they are REQUIRED to be around one another, we have our best officers on stand by. END LOG)’

“So I guess this means I’m gonna have to keep the two far FAR away from each other. Hope their rooms aren’t close..” you then grab the next file, this one being quite disturbing.

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: KENNETH MCCORMICK

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 5’6 (167.64 cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 7

COMPANIONS: STANLEY MARSH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI, ERIC CARTMAN, LEOPOLD STOTCH

(Mr McCormick has been a.. tough.. case. He was put in out care, after his parents found out he has sexual harassed multiple women on multiple different occasions. Mrs. McCormick said quote “It got so bad, one women came to our house accusing my son of r**ing her! I couldn’t believe it, ‘till I questioned my Ken and he couldn’t even deny it! I’m so disappointed, I can’t even look at him the same!”. We gave our regards and took Kenneth into our custody, were he has tried to repeatedly grope female staff. We gave the each different patients, and distanced them from Kenneth, for their safety. END LOG)

“I..and they decided to give me him..?” You say, terrified by what you just read. But, before you can pick up the next file, you hear a scream. A masculine one at that. “ACK!” You squeal and rush to open the door. “LET ME GO YOU STUPID FUCKING GUARD!” You see a red headed boy scream, as a security officer pushes him along with handcuffs. “Come on Kyle, you’re wasting my time.” The man says in a calm manner. “FUCK YOU! LET ME GO!” the redhead, presumably Kyle, screams louder. “You wouldn’t be here if you had never attacked Eric. This is the consequence to your actions.” The officer says nonchalantly. “ HE PUSHED ME FIRST! I KNOW YOU SAW! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE GETTING PUNISHED!?” Kyle says, thrashing around. “Eric is facing his punishment as we speak.” Says the man.  Kyle says nothing, and continues to thrash.  “Do you want to be sedated till we get to the IR?” Kyle’s thrashing stops. “No..” he says quietly. “That’s what I thought. Move along” the officer says, as they both disappear down the hall.

Shocked by what you just witnessed, you mumble to yourself, “I’m starting to think I’m not cut out for this..” and close the door.

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𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 just happened?! That kid.. Kyle.. Kyle’s your patient! Is that really. How he is when mad?! Jeez, he’s scary! And his wild red hair doesn’t help!

‘Am I gonna have to administer his meds?!’ You think and pace around the room, the sound of your shoes echoing off the walls with each step. A finger on your chin, as you think. You stop once you hear a knock at the break room door. Cautiously, you open it to see a middle aged man, presumably in his 30’s with shaggy brown hair, a brown mustache and beard, and soft hazel eyes to top it off, at the door smiling at you. “Hello!,” his slight British accent sounds out, “You must be Y/n, right?” He says, his smile not faltering. “O-Oh yes! Yes, that’s my name!” You says, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

“Well, I’m Officer Reed! I’m here to escort you!” Oh. You forgot about that! “Ok! But um I haven’t had the time to finish reading all my patient files..,” you say, as your blush softens. “That’s all right! You can finish them later! We’re only going to Stanley Marsh for today! Just to give you a little taste of what’s to come.” He says joyfully. “Oh ok!” You say starting to smile. ‘I read Stan’s file already! This should be easy!’ You think. Well, at least that’s what you hoped.

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The walk to Stan’s room had been quiet. Awkwardly quiet. The only thing you could hear was Officer Reed’s walkie-talkie going off frequently and the sound of both your shoes clicking on the ground. But, other than that, it was peaceful. You were still kinda upset you didn’t get to finish reading the rest of the files, but it would be ok. Like Officer Reed said, you can finish them later.

On arrival, Officer Reed pulls out his key card, getting ready to scan the card but stopping mid way. “Listen,” Reed says with a weary look, “Stan is.. a tough one. Only people here he talks to is Kyle, Kenny, and sometimes Eric, and when their not around, Stan won’t say a word. You may have to pry the words out of him. But don’t take it too far. Got it?” “Got it.” You say nodding with each sentence, telling him you understand.  He then opens the door, leaving you ample room to step inside. The door then closes with a loud bang, making you jump and look back. You then look and see a boy with a black shirt, black sweats and white grip socks on his feet. Even though his greasy black hair covers his eyes, you can still spot his dark blue eyes staring at you, void of emotion. His dark eye bags only adding to his deep look. His button nose twitching as he sniffles, like he had been crying. Yet, his eyes ceased to look away.

“Hi,” you state, taking a cautious step forward, “I’m Dr. L/n, but you can just call me Y/n. I’m gonna be your new psychologist. Your Stanley Marsh, no?” You say, adding a professional tone to your voice.

Silence takes over as Stan stares at you, not saying a word. “Oookayyy?” You say, your tone shifting to something more nervous and frightened. “I’m just gonna ask you some questions, is that alright?” You ask. Nothing. Not a peep. “Umm.. on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the worst, how is your personal hygiene? What? Don’t they make you guys take showers?” You exclaim, being confused by the question. “I’m sorry..it’s just.. I’m new here..” you say, putting your fingers to your head, rubbing as a migraine forms. Stan still says nothing as he stares, seemingly into your soul.

“Um.. how about this,” you say and walk closer to Stan, “a little birdy told me about your friend, Kyle was it?” You say trying to get his attention, and it works! His eyes widen as he sits up on his (very uncomfortable) bed. “What happened to him?” Stan says, his voice hoarse. “He got taken to the..IR? I’m not sure what they’re doing with him now..”

Stan gets up and walks to you, in slow intimidating steps, only stopping halfway. “Do..you know what happened? For him to get there I mean.” You ask weary. “..No..” he says carefully.

‘Ok,’ you think ‘I’m starting to feel sorry for him now..’ After that thought, Stan sits back down, hands at his sides. “Can I ask you some questions?” You ask, staring at him. He slowly nods as you hold your clipboard back up to your face to read. “I’m gonna change these questions a bit.” He only nods. You start to read. “When is the last time you have taken your medication?” “Yesterday.” You write something and keep going, “Have you had any suicidal thoughts in the past 2 months?” “…” “Stanley?”

“Don’t call me that..” “Ok what do I call you?” “Stan.” “Ok, Stan, can you answer the question?” “…” “We’ll just skip it for now, ok?” He nods slowly. “Any recent medical history I should know about?” “…I um..I’ve been diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety…” You write both disorders down and look at him with a soft smile. “I-“ before you could get a word out, your watch beeps. “Oh. I guess that ends our session for today. It was nice to meet you Stan.” He looks at you then says, “Nice to meet you too Dr. L/n”

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“I think that went well!” You tell Officer Reed as he closes Stan door. “I’d say so to. First I heard him form a sentence.” You giggle at that as Officer Reed takes you back to the break room. “Thanks for escorting me Reed.” You say with a smile. He then mimics your smile. “Call me Dutten.” “Ok Dutten. Thanks.” “No problem, just doing my job.”

He then leaves you all to yourself. You then sit in recliner chair. “I think I may actually like it here!” You say and kick your feet up to rest.

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𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙥, while you have the time, you mind as well read the rest of the files. Grabbing the one you were gonna pick up before seeing Stan Marsh, you open it and start to read.

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: LEOPOLD STOTCH

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 5’7 ( 170.18cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 3

COMPANIONS: KENNETH MCCORMICK, KYLE BROFLOVSKI, STANLEY MARSH, ERIC T. CARTMAN, CRAIG TUCKER, TWEEK TWEAK

‘Leopold has been diagnosed with a dissociative disorder. More commonly known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D).  His identities include a teen girl named Marjorine, a 17 year old named Professor Chaos, and many many others. These are the only ones we know of at the time. His parents sent him in our care after his diagnosis, and refuse to see him. END LOG’

“They won’t even visit? That’s terrible! Theirs the ones that put him in here!” You say in shock, picking up the next file to read.

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: CRAIG TUCKER

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 6’1 (185.42cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 2

COMPANIONS: TWEEK TWEAK, KYLE BROFLOVSKI (SOMEWHAT), STANLEY MARSH (SOMEWHAT), KENNY MCCORMICK (SOMEWHAT), LEOPOLD STOTCH (SOMEWHAT)

‘Craig is extremely docile just very annoying. There isn’t much to say about him to be honest. Him and his boyfriend Tweek Tweak got ‘married’ and ran away together. Craig was an accomplice in a small string of murder all done by Tweek. Once found, Craig told the police he would kill himself, if they took Tweek into custody. That provoked them to take him, and put him in our custody. Craig also has a knack for flipping people off and threatening them, but never following through. We’re 50% sure it’s just for attention however. Craig also has severe bipolar disorder, depression, and abandonment issues. He has lashed out several times, but never hurts anyone. END LOG’

“…so in other words..he’s just an asshole? Great.” You say, already imagining your guys first interaction. You sigh at the thought and grab the next file. “Almost done..” you say and open it to read.

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: TWEEK TWEAK

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 5’8 (172.72cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 7

COMPANIONS: CRAIG TUCKER, KYLE BROFLOVSKI (SOMEWHAT), STANLEY MARSH (SOMEWHAT), KENNY MCCORMICK (SOMEWHAT), LEOPOLD STOTCH (SOMEWHAT), ERIC T. CARTMAN (SOMEWHAT)

‘Tweek has been.. a struggle. He has threatened to kill multiple staff saying quote “You won’t take me away from Craig!” Over and over. When he is in his room, all he does is shout. Begging for Craig Tucker. Tweek has murdered multiple people, with Craig as his accomplice. Before brought into our custody, the police found 4 bodies in Stark’s Pond. All being blows to the head. They also found Tweek’s fingerprints on a knife used to stab previous victims in the pond as well. Tweek has taken into police custody and only released into ours after his parents consented to doing so. He has been here since he was 16 and has a low chance of getting out anytime soon. END LOG’

“…” saying nothing from shock, you open the next file. Almost crying from what’s held inside.

‘THIS INFORMATION IS PRIVATE, AND SHOULD NOT BE DISCLOSED WITH ANYONE OTHER THAN STAFF.

NAME: ERIC THEODORE CARTMAN

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 6’0 ( 182.88cm)

GENDER: MALE

THREAT LEVEL: 10

COMPANIONS: KENNETH MCCORMICK (SOMEWHAT), LEOPOLD STOTCH, STANLEY MARSH (SOMEWHAT)

‘Eric has been our worst patient yet. He has Narcissistic Personality Disorder and Bipolar Disorder. From our diagnosis of course. Eric is described as a sexist, racist, homophonic, sadistic, murder, by the public. Eric has managed to send 4 of our doctors into comas, and 2 have yet to awake. It takes 3 of our strongest security and 1 sedation shot by a doctor to put him down. Eric has murdered over a dozen in his life time, his first attempt of murder when he was only in kindergarten. Eric only seems to care about himself and his (ex)girlfriend Heidi Turner, who still visits once every other week. We have put him in 24 hour restraints, that even he has trouble getting out of. Eric and Mr Broflovski argue on the daily, some turning physical. We only want what’s best for him, but multiple psychologists quit upon having him as a patient. And we hope one day, Eric stops. END LOG’

“I’m seriously starting to regret this..” you say and put the file away shakingly, tears filling your eyes. You sniffle and hold them back. Just then, you hear a knock on the break room door. You get up and open the door to see Marie.

“Hi hun! How are you doing? It’s almost time to go home you know!”  Marie says in her usual happy-go-lucky voice. “Oh um yeah I know.” You say still very upset by what you read. “You ok hun? You read Cartman’s files huh? I know, brought me to tears too!” “Yeah.. it’s just.. how can someone be like that?” Marie smiles at you and puts a hand affectionately on your cheek. “It’s just how the world is,” she starts, “and there’s not much we can do to change it. It gets better. Promise.” You lean into her touch and your eyes as she pulls you into a hug. “Thanks Marie. You have such a way with your words.” “I pride myself on that! Anywho, I just wanted to give you your badge! I forgot earlier, but when I came in, you were gone! Here you are!”

She hands you a stereotypical white badge, with your face and first and last name on it. “Decorate it how ever! Headquarters doesn’t mind at all!”

“Cool! Thanks Marie!” You say and hold it in your hands as if it were priceless. “Anytime hun! If you need to talk to me, you know we’re to find me!” She says and walks out the room, seemingly to her desk. “Ok! Thanks again!” You say as her figure gets smaller and smaller.

“My own key card.. now I’m official!” You say as your watch beeps, signaling the end of the day. You then pack all your items, and head out to your car to go home. Not after saying bye to Marie, of course.

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When you get home, you kick off your shoes and crash into your bed, too tired to even change. Falling asleep, you dream of what awaits you tomorrow.

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Hello! Halo here and I would just like to say thank you for the support on this fic! I love writing and reading, so seeing a book of mine get popular and get some type of recognition is amazing! Maybe one day I’ll be a famous writer! Anyway, I just wanted to say this book is not dead/discontinued! It is simply on hiatus! I am working on the next chapter now, but without a beta, I’m a little stuck on if my chapters look good or not- 

Hopefully I can find a good beta to help me in this process! The next chapter will be released sometimes tonight or this afternoon (depending on time zones that is!) and again, thank you! Love you all!