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Karma police...Arrest this man he talks in maths and buzzes like a fridge. He's like a detuned radio...

1st Fracture:

Ben Klokovsky
Age: 48
Occupation: Working in Bartonville Insane Asylum

This is Ben...

(Ben smile "Another damn day working in this energy draining shithole," Ben said as he smoked a cigarette outside. (Excuse my language rofl! x3) "I don't know why I started working here anyways...I guess I just needed the money. My wife left me...my kids hate me. Hell, I could care less. As long as I still have my dog and these cigarettes, I got no reason to care about anything else." Ben breahes in another puff of the cigarette and slowly exhales. "I'd better go back inside before that nosey b***h catches me slacking off again. I sure as hell don't wanna hear that whiney voice of hers."

Ben walks inside the building making his usual route towards the cafeteria. It was a routine for him to always get a cup of coffee after a smoke. Ben's job was to detain patients in the asylum that got uncontrollable. After a few minutes had passed by and the coffee in his cup decreased, Ben walked about the asylum looking bored and unmotivated. Walking pass the rooms he saw patients talking to themselves, laughing, screaming, sobbing, or just sitting in one spot doing absolutely nothing at all. Loonies he thought them all to be. Nothing but a bunch of cooks with a couple of screws loose and peanut butter for brains. But there was one patient who Ben took a fancy too.

Jack...The Numbers Man

This old fella, around 75 years old who would always greet Ben by saying, "I ******** your mother 69'ing," with a wide smile on his face. (Again excuse my langauge! x3) Of course, when Ben first met the old geezer, he punched his lights out. But over time the two miraculously became friends. The old geezer was a strange one indeed. At first, he would talk normally while throwing in some numbers every now and again. A bit later he would begin to write down the number of words he would say. Further in, talking to him would be a waste of time. At that point the old man would not acknowledge you. He would just continue to recite numbers. Numbers of anything. The numbers of stars and stripes the American flag has. The numbers of rooms, steps, nurses, and patients in the asylum. Even the numbers of hairs on his very head. This would go on for hours until one of the nurses would detain him and put him to sleep. This old man was called Jack. Ben's only friend.

This is upsetting....

Around 3:15 p.m, Ben decided to make his way to his old buddy Jack. He would pay him a short visit, joke about how he ******** Jack's mother while he was sleeping, and then leave before Jack started his mindless babbles about numbers. But this time things would go a bit differently. When Ben got to Jack's room, Jack...was no where to be found. Ben's heart raced for a few seconds before calming down. Only a handful of patients had gotten out of their rooms once before, this was no new occcurence. Hesitating a little, Ben informed the staff that a patient had escaped from his room. Five people, including Ben, searched the asylum looking for the patient. Hours had passed and not one of them found Jack. Where could that crazy ******** be? Thought the irrated Ben.

Don't do it...don't do that please

Time shows 8:45. Most of the men had given up except for Ben. He was gonna find that stupid old man even if it took him all night! "Goddammit this is ridiculous! This asylum ain't that big where could that old man be? And how the hell did he get loose anyways? The door was locked from the outside..." Ben said. Ben decided to go back to Jack's room... Just incase the old geezer came back. To his surprise the old geezer to go back to his room. But the view that Ben saw in front of him made his heart skip a beat twice. All over the walls, all over the curtains, windows, bed, desk, chair, even the floor was numbers numbers numbers. Jack had finally lost whatever ounce of sanity he had left. His hands...covered in black ink. His body...shaking. He muttered random numbers and equations forcfully writing into one spot on the floor. He kept writing the numbers 4, 17, 8, 12, and 5 all in the same spot. Ben approached the insane man normally with a vacant stare. He placed one hand on Jack's left shoulder. With a jolt Jack looked up and started smiley. "B-B-B-B-Ben!!!! My d-d-d-dear friend look at this!!! It's paradise! It's paradise..." He said nothing more and continued writing those same five numbers.