Asylum
Pet Information
Pet Name: Asylum
Owner: Quarantine
Theme / Type: Toxic Anya
Born: November 24, 2009
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Speed: 4
Intellect: 6
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
Ashton's history dates back to London during the time of air raids and war. One night when the city was being targeted he awoke to the sound of sirens and his mother's screaming. He didn't have a clue what was going on -- all that was told to him was to grab a few things and run. He had no clue why they were running, all he could register was the bright light of bombs exploding and the echoes of gunfire. Others around him were falling down and screams constantly broke his train of thought. His mother stopped to grab the five-year-olds hand. They were at the end of the woods. It was just a few more steps to freedom until a sound shook the forest. A horrible deafening sound that set the threes ablaze. Her hand tightened around his until she had made her decision, "Run." "Run and don't look back."
The loss of his parents left Ashton to take up residence in a foster home. Shortly after settling in with his new "family" he often came to them with disturbing things. Stories -- stories of him watching himself sleep and of these strange figures he kept seeing. They looked like regular people, except for one thing "They had lights inside their eyes." "They had lights inside their eyes." Every story was the same and the more he talked about these "figures," the more they grew concerned. It was then that they suggested Ashton took up therapy.
The conversations were all the same. "Tell me everything that happened, tell me everything you saw." "They had lights inside their eyes." "They had lights inside their eyes." "Did you touch them, did you hold them, did they follow you to town?" "They make me feel I'm falling down." "They make me feel I'm falling down." The more visits he had the more his therapist grew concerned. It was until the one day that she grew worried for the boy's sanity. It was the same conversation, but something else was added. "Was there one you saw too clearly?" "Did they seem to real too you?" "They were kids that I once knew" "They were kids that I once knew."
Ashton was then referred to mental hospital where he could work to combat his anxiety and appearance of these "figures." Due to his past experiences, Ashton had trouble trusting and communicating with others. Shortly after the figures began to cease appearing in real life and began manifesting in his dreams. Every night was the same. The same dream. The same reaction. He'd awake at night terrified and out of breath, haunted by the faces of that night. And every morning the conversation with the nurse would be the same "They were kids that I once knew." "They were kids that I once knew...."
Now they are all dead hearts to you..
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