The Asylum
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 99
by
copier
· original author:
penslayer5
The Asylum was one of the oldest structures in town. Founded in 1903 by Dr. Lewis Carroll, the whole aim was to treat the mentally unwell and help them reenter society. That was the original goal, but after the founder's death in 1943, his sons inherited the place and weren't as involved as their father.
They'd mostly left the daily operations in the hands of the staff and without any kind of oversight, began to abuse their freedom. Money meant to help patients and improve quality of life instead went into their pockets and daily operations began to suffer. Corruption ran rampant, and patients were abused.
This went on for decades until the late 1960s when the Asylum was passed to one of the owner's daughters. Like her grandfather before her she took a genuine interest in the care of the patients and saw the rot that had taken hold. She purged the entire workforce and replaced them with younger, fresher faces.
Overtime the Asylum was operating to the original standard set by the late doctor Carroll and even underwent a few renovations. This continued to be the new norm until the mid nineteen eighties after the owners tragic automobile accident on Liddle Rd. Because she had no children of her own, ownership transferred to her cousin, Pete Carroll.
The man ran Casinos for a living and had no interest in running an Asylum so he passed it on to his youngest son who reluctantly took over and ran the place until the 2000s. He wasn't the best owner and as a result the place took a few steps back in terms of quality. It wasn't terrible, just average at best.
Ownership continued to flip flop as well as the quality until five years ago when Minerva Carroll inherited the property. She was a medical student enrolled in university at the time and looked more like 90s goth kid than a med student. She was pale woman with long dark hair that had the tips dyed blue. She was about the average height of a woman and had a relatively average build as well.
Inheriting the Asylum wasn't something she planned on but nevertheless dove in headfirst. She dressed in black suits to try and look more professional and did her best to keep things running smoothly. She was there almost every day and under her leadership the old building was more stable. Not perfect by any means but stable all the same.
This is the Asylum Albert Goldstein found himself in. He was cared for by doctors that genuinely wanted to help but progress had been slow. He was still haunted by nightmares of giants and his own daughter. The whole of what he experienced would most likely haunt him forever and he couldn't even look his baby girl in the eye when she came to visit him.
The once powerful man never felt so small in his entire life and when news of the giants return reached his ears, all progress he was making went out the window. Most of the staff fled for the hills, others stayed to try and help the patients. Minerva Carroll didn't fault her staff for leaving. They were scared. She was too. But wouldn't abandon her family's legacy.
Albert sat in the recreation room on the couch along with everyone else, desperately clinging to whatever news was on the tv. The giants were on the loose and so far nothing had been able to stop them. He worried about Beth, his own safety, the city, everything. Who knows what'll happen today.
They'd mostly left the daily operations in the hands of the staff and without any kind of oversight, began to abuse their freedom. Money meant to help patients and improve quality of life instead went into their pockets and daily operations began to suffer. Corruption ran rampant, and patients were abused.
This went on for decades until the late 1960s when the Asylum was passed to one of the owner's daughters. Like her grandfather before her she took a genuine interest in the care of the patients and saw the rot that had taken hold. She purged the entire workforce and replaced them with younger, fresher faces.
Overtime the Asylum was operating to the original standard set by the late doctor Carroll and even underwent a few renovations. This continued to be the new norm until the mid nineteen eighties after the owners tragic automobile accident on Liddle Rd. Because she had no children of her own, ownership transferred to her cousin, Pete Carroll.
The man ran Casinos for a living and had no interest in running an Asylum so he passed it on to his youngest son who reluctantly took over and ran the place until the 2000s. He wasn't the best owner and as a result the place took a few steps back in terms of quality. It wasn't terrible, just average at best.
Ownership continued to flip flop as well as the quality until five years ago when Minerva Carroll inherited the property. She was a medical student enrolled in university at the time and looked more like 90s goth kid than a med student. She was pale woman with long dark hair that had the tips dyed blue. She was about the average height of a woman and had a relatively average build as well.
Inheriting the Asylum wasn't something she planned on but nevertheless dove in headfirst. She dressed in black suits to try and look more professional and did her best to keep things running smoothly. She was there almost every day and under her leadership the old building was more stable. Not perfect by any means but stable all the same.
This is the Asylum Albert Goldstein found himself in. He was cared for by doctors that genuinely wanted to help but progress had been slow. He was still haunted by nightmares of giants and his own daughter. The whole of what he experienced would most likely haunt him forever and he couldn't even look his baby girl in the eye when she came to visit him.
The once powerful man never felt so small in his entire life and when news of the giants return reached his ears, all progress he was making went out the window. Most of the staff fled for the hills, others stayed to try and help the patients. Minerva Carroll didn't fault her staff for leaving. They were scared. She was too. But wouldn't abandon her family's legacy.
Albert sat in the recreation room on the couch along with everyone else, desperately clinging to whatever news was on the tv. The giants were on the loose and so far nothing had been able to stop them. He worried about Beth, his own safety, the city, everything. Who knows what'll happen today.
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