Part 11 Forced hospitalization .Sedatives. Dysfunctional family. Golden child.
Tag NSFW/18+
Follow Creel until you reach a nondescript door, which he angrily throws open. Inside is his office.You look around, wondering what exactly you're doing there and why Creel brought you to his office. You focus on the environment. It's spacious, bright, and full of books. It's not cold like Tanner's. On his desk is a family photo. You can see the boy from the musical next to a little girl dressed in blue and two parents before Henry, with a wave of shame or perhaps anger, lowers the photo. "I didn't mean to snoop," you accuse him. Henry looks at you. "I don't like people looking at that photo," he retorts. His attitude combined with your pain and tiredness makes you lose your patience. "Then don't keep it in the desk, right?! If you don't want anyone to see it!" Henry claps his hands, making some pens jump. "I'm your teacher! I demand respect!" After runs a hand through his hair. You smile defiantly, trying NOT to imagine what you'd like Henry Creel to do to you on that desk. You really need to set those damn books on fire. You put your feet up on the desk and then take out a stick of gum, just like you did with Brenner. But if Brenner looked at you neutrally, Creel explodes. "Get your feet off my desk! How dare you?!" You don't obey immediately, but instead look at him defiantly. "Why are we here?" Creel looks at you furiously but seems to be asking himself the same question. "Spit out the gum. It's not good for an already stressed stomach." You obey. Creel goes to a corner and you notice a small kitchenette. You watch in amazement as he starts boiling water and slices some lemons. Then you remember. He no longer has a family or a woman to take care of him. He probably learned to make do under Brenner's guidance. Or maybe he just went his own way. He seems stubborn enough to do it. When the lemonade is ready, Creel serves it to you in a blue cup with an Air Force guy saluting. His motto is strength and honor. You study the cup, astonished.
You don't immediately understand who this guy is. But he's definitely not a scientific genius. From a professor, you would have expected a serious mug. Brown. Or at most with a quote or a print of a city or art. But this guy..." Who would he be?" Henry Creel dodges your question with his ears on fire and begins his rant. "It's lemonade! It will help your poor stomach. Sushi should be banned by law! It's dangerous. All raw foods are, even vegetables if not washed well. There are so many dangerous bacteria. You don't mess around with these things. Mom always said to eat porridge, well-cooked red meat, Ovaltine, and jellies. Safe foods. Healthy foods. Milk. A little coffee, but not too much. And instead now... sushi! I also ate McDonald's sandwiches on the sly, but sushi! Things from another world! You have to eat healthily and responsibly." You decide to challenge him again. He sounds like a grumpy old bachelor. "And Brenner?" Henry Creel stares at you. "Brenner... well, Brenner's diet was even more restrictive. But doctors are like that. But you'll notice tomorrow. Do what he tells you. It can be bizarre." Here, Henry Creel suppresses a grimace. So he knows you know his past. At least part of it. "But you had an argument." Henry points to the cup. "It's none of your business. You obey. Do what he wants and leave him to his... research. But above all, obey me. You don't listen to me. We've started off on the wrong foot and I can't allow that." "But one word struck you." "Research?" Henry Creel sits down in front of you. "He's a doctor. Every patient is research. He won't harm you." He almost seems cautious. But then he looks at you very badly. "Now, I read your file. I read the before... and after. You have potential. You had excellent grades. You were..." here you stop him "a person I am no longer. We'll see what I can do about the grades. Is there still detention left?" you say smiling. Creel looks at you coldly. "Of course. You're only here because you're sick. And I'm not Potter or Tanner. You're the one who brings out the worst in me. So I'm giving you two days off. Today and tomorrow of course." Creel suppresses a grimace, remembering that it's your day with Brenner. "Y/N, you need to calm down. You've been here for two days and you've already caused trouble." A cold shiver runs down your spine. "What are you trying to tell me?" Creel looks at you almost with pity. "If you continue like this, your parents have ordered you to be hospitalized. You will remain in the hospital and will no longer attend university. I advise you not to do it. Don't waste the best years in that place. You need friends. Sunshine. Life. This is how you truly heal. Not with hospitalizations. So try to be civil. Otherwise, you know what awaits you. All it takes is a signature. Your parents can have you hospitalized even if you are an adult. Finish your cup." You obey, feeling your stomach tighten even more. "Who was this guy anyway?" You ask again. Professor Creel is serious. "Think back to my words, y/n. You're playing with fire. You're not the one holding the upper hand. Now go to your room and rest," he says. You get up, say goodbye, and then leave, feeling worse than before.
You walk the corridors, in shock. You remember perfectly that after that unspeakable episode you ended up in a hospital for a month. You remember everything in a muffled, confused way. The days blended into each other, night became day and vice versa. There were few moments of lucidity without sedatives. Your parents had said it was necessary, and perhaps in hindsight it was true, but they promised themselves they would never do it again. A shrink? Yes. Forced hospitalization? No. And instead they are just lies. A normal person should believe their parents and not a history teacher who targeted them, but you know all too well what your parents have become. The golden child is no longer their perfect child. Now she is a disgrace to the good name of the family, so they removed you. Not thrown away, but hidden in a distant university. But it's just a test. It wasn't normal for Brenner to hospitalize you two days a week. After all, you're not sick and you don't take medication. You undergo psychotherapy. But it was just a trap. University is a decoy. The truth is Brenner. It's always been Brenner. And that's fine. OK . No more rebellion. No more distancing yourself from yourself, even if that person is gone forever. You can't be the golden child anymore. But you can't be a thug either, or you'll be hidden forever. So you have to be... normal. If there's anything normal left in your life. You open the door to your room and freeze. Dr. Brenner himself is there waiting for you.
You look at him. He's wearing a classy charcoal suit. It gives him a sophisticated air. He's similar to Professor Creel, it makes you sick to your stomach. But Creel is genuine, even if irritating, while this man is slimy. He's cold. Every smile he makes doesn't reach his eyes. He's ruthless. He doesn't care about people, just results, he's completely devoid of empathy. You wonder how Creel could have lived with a man like that. "And what you doing here?" You ask, cold. Not hostile. You don't want to end up in that hospital. But cold. Brenner turns to you with one of your erotic books in his hand. "Interesting reading. Is it yours? However, I find it an inappropriate way to experience the opposite sex. Sometimes practice is more important than grammar." His tone is thick with mockery. Does this man know you're a virgin? Is it written on your documents? You know it's written. "It's just a book, and it's not mine. Maybe it's Robin's," you say. Brenner smiles at you sarcastically. "You're a terrible liar, y/n. A terrible liar." You know it. You've always lied badly. "I... Owens was supposed to come," you counter. Brenner places the erotic novel on your bed. You shudder. It's a test, but you don't give him the satisfaction of hiding it under the bed, where it was supposed to be. "Did you go through my things?" you blurt out angrily. Brenner smiles again. "Of course you did. I'm your psychiatrist, and looking at your history, I had to make sure everything was... in order. For Owens... I decided to come here in person to inspect your things." To take pieces of you. To study you. To see any danger? Maybe. "I know things didn't start well on campus. But you have one last chance. If you behave , you can stay for the next month. Otherwise, there are other arrangements." You looks at him coldly."I'm go to you " Brenner nods. "Smart girl. You know, I much prefer this disdainful version of you to the little rebel version. That version is more suited to scapegoats. But the former golden girls? They remain princesses through and through." You look at him as if he's gone mad. "What is you talking about?" Brenner places a black skirt and a shirt on the bed. "That's fine. I'm talking about a dysfunctional family. The scapegoat is the family member who is always wrong, always tortured. If they run away, they become rebellious and self-destructive. The golden child, on the other hand, is the promise. The person who always has to be the best in everything. The trophy to show off. And you... you were. Top of the class. Best in dance recitals. Busy at school. But then... when a single mistake ruined everything, there was no forgiveness. There was punishment. So, Y/N, you are an interesting case of a golden child. But I'm not treating you for that. It's just one more element. Now you change youself ." He tells you. You stare at him, astonished. "With you?!" Brenner looks at you mockingly. "Of course not, you naive little girl. I'll wait outside. I'll give you three minutes." That's when the door opens and Eddie enters the room, astonished. "Y/N? What are you doing with Brenner?" You start to speak, but Brenner stares at Eddie with contempt. He catalogs everything about him. The hair. The rebel look. The combat boots. And condemns him. But he breaks into a fake smile. "Eddie Munson, right? Pleased to introduce myself. I'm Y/N's biological father. I was just taking her home." Eddie stares at the scene, frozen.
Captain Midnight's mug 👀👀👀
And Papa has moved other pieces... that man is more and more wicked
In the Mister Whatsit fan fiction, we had the perfect example of the scapegoat in the dysfunctional family. A person bullied and tortured for being different becomes an outlet for everything that's wrong in the family... now I want to focus on the other side of the coin, on the other victim: the golden child. The idealized child upon whom extremely high expectations are placed. The person who receives love only if he or she delivers concrete results. The person who must be perfect... always and in any case. 😔
Henry doesn’t like being rough and mean with those he loves because it makes him feel too close to how the Shadow/Mindflayer wants him to be. In this essay I will-
"You want Vecna to be in them "SCANDALOUS" clothing and your housewife while I want Vecna to be in majestic clothing and step on me we are not the same"
YESSSSS-UH. OF COURSE I DO. He looks fabulous in majestic clothing but he is a SEXY MF THAT NEEDS TO WALK WITH HIS CHEEKS OUT. I see his potential. We already know he can be dommy in a classic Oscar de la Renta and I want that. But he could look so cutely pathetic in some tight lil booty shorts with a white crop all subby style.
So YES, we are not the same. But that is the beauty of seeing the range of sexuality in Vecna
Tag NSFW/18+ Oppositional defiant disorder. Mentions of hospitalization and post-traumatic stress disorder,defamation and alleged hazing
As soon as you leave Latin class, followed by your new friends, you blurt out, "It's not fair! I hate them both! Creel and Potter! Who do they think they are, excuse me?" Robin looks at you almost shyly. "Um... teachers?" You're about to reply when a very thin man in a red sweater approaches you with a menacing look. "Y/N? In my office. Now." You look at him challengingly, even though you already know who he is. "But who are you?" you say to provoke him. " I' m Professor Tanner! The teacher who you decided to ignore for my beatiful colleague. Shut up! I know EVERYTHING about that RIDICULOUS fan club. Come on! I've already agreed on your punishment with Stark," he says gloatingly. You look at him, horrified. This isn't a university. This is Dante's Inferno. "But I already have to deal with Potter and Creel!" Tanner gives you a dirty look. "We've added an hour to Potter. I don't care about Creel's opinion. He's only here because Brenner bought him the job. Now let's go! Newby, that cream heart, can wait. He'll see that he won't have any problems with HIM." "If Potter is unpleasant, this guy is evil to the core." Eddie nods at you. You shrug. You're definitely at the end of your tether. You don't know if Tanner's words are true. Creel is only there because Brenner bought him the job?But what do you care? You're in trouble anyway. You follow Tanner in silence until you reach his office. The man enters, slamming the door and standing behind his desk. You sit on the chair in front of the desk and study the room. It's full of math books and everything is perfectly organized. For a moment, you wonder what Creel's office is like. Tidy? Sure. Full of books? Obviously, he's a professor. Hot? Maybe. You don't know. But you fear you'll find out soon. Meanwhile, Tanner pulls out a brand new file and gives you a stern look. "Name: Y/N. Crime: Skipped math class to flirt with Creel." At those words, you rebel, and something in that room takes you back to that night. The lights. The sounds. A hard chair. Confusion. You force yourself not to cover your ears. You don't want to live with Brenner because you're out of your mind. "I didn't commit a crime! And I certainly wasn't making eyes at Creel! After all, I'm not that stupid!" You don't feel like telling this man your inappropriate thoughts about his red tie. Tanner looks at you. "All of you students are criminals and you're here to cause havoc. You dropped out of high school and you think yourselves powerful and untouchable? Well, I'm sorry to tell you that's not the case. There are rules, and I'm very precise in enforcing them. Potter, at least he, is with me. So now I'll record his first rebellion. And soon at four o'clock you'll be meating Stark. Don't worry, he'll come and get you personally. Our good janitor always takes the thugs with him. He doesn't let one escape. He has all your names." You look at him, wondering if he's crazy. He is crazy, without a doubt. "Now... can I go?" you ask quietly, not because you fear Tanner but because you don't want to get on Newby's nerves too. "Oh, of course NOT! Here are his exercises. They're due tomorrow," Tanner tells you, handing you a file of homework. "But I have three detentions to do!" you blurt out. You'll never be able to finish everything in time. The original story of Cinderella and the three impossible tasks her stepmother and stepsisters subjected her to comes to mind. And in your case, you don't have any pets ready to help you. "This is the price for not respecting the rules, girl," Tanner tells you. "Now go away! I have to finish my lessons," he says. You don't need to be told twice: you run away.
You arrive in Newby's classroom by pure luck and enter slowly, expecting another punishment you can't handle. But as soon as you're inside, the professor looks at you smiling. "Y/N, right? Come on in! We were talking about cell mitosis," he says cordially, as if he were an old friend. Astonished, you take a seat next to Steve, who looks at you worriedly. "Everything okay with Cerberus?" he asks. For a moment, you don't understand who he's referring to. Then you realize that Steve is referring to Tanner. "Well, he gave me homework. A ton of homework. All due tomorrow! And I don't know anything about math!" Steve smiles, "but Nancy does. For the first time, she covers for you. But only this time. What... is up with Creel?" At those words you blush. "Well... I hate authority. And I don't know... I instinctively dislike him. Now it's better to at least follow this lesson." Steve smiles. "Bob is harmless. Besides, he's been in love with Professor Joyce, Jonathan's mother, since high school. Besides, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He always says he suffered a lot in high school." he says. You look at him, amazed. It feels like you're on the TV show The Bold and the Beautiful. A thousand plots, a thousand intrigues. "Oh, I... okay. " you say and try to understand something about cell mitosis. Failing miserably. Apparently that night also changed your school performance. After all, it was a possibility. You squeeze a pencil tightly until it breaks.
Finally, the end of class arrives and Eddie reaches your desk. Jonathan is with you, a little pale. "Come on, gentle girl, the cruel orc king is waiting for us at the gate of Moria Valley!" Eddie says. You look at him like he's crazy. "Huh?" Eddie looks at you in disbelief. "It's the Lord of the Rings! Don't tell me you don't know the BASICS!" You shake your head then smile. "I've never read it in my life. Sorry, Eddie." Eddie looks at you shocked. "Sorry? Sorry is an understatement! Immediate update! Tonight we'll talk in depth about Tolkien's magical world! After my game of D&D, I promised Dustin a rematch." Kali snorts. "Eddie, sometimes you look like you're sixteen! Shouldn't you leave that stuff aside and play with the our boys? You have proof." She says annoyed. "And you're always hanging out with Jane and Max," he accuses her. You intervene before they can argue. "Listen, Eddie, I'm will read Lord of the Rings, but not tonight. I have to go to Stark and then I have to do my homework for Tanner and go to the library to see Creel." Eddie looks at you attentively. "In the library? So is this the big punishment? Spending time in the library? It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast," he says. Nancy and the others approach. "I'll help you with your homework, Y/N. But only this once. I mean, Professor Creel is a good man. He didn't do anything to you and I don't understand what's gotten into you." You look at Nancy and are about to answer her, but then a man of about sixty appears, wearing worn overalls and a gray shirt. "Well, well, well. I see we've broken the rules again! Come here. Jonathan, Robin, Eddie, and Y/N," he says. Then he looks at Kali uncertainly. "You were lucky," he says contemptuously, then looks at you again. "Come on! I'll introduce you to great friends! Snot, broom, and bucket! Let's go, slackers. You'll make the whole school shine." And his is a threat.
Stark was true to his word. He divided you into groups as soon as you reached the other students. Now you're there with Eddie and a girl named Alice, washing the floors. You suppress a grimace. Your hair is smelly and sweaty. Your clothes smell of bleach, and you can't stand plastic gloves anymore. You've never done any housework at home. Anita, your maid, took care of it. But here? You're up to your neck in soap because of Creel. Stark, leaning against the wall, checks on you while smoking yet another cigarette. "Ignore him, he's just trying to provoke us. He's just an ogre. Come on, sweetie, just a little more and it's over!" Say Eddie . That's when you hear footsteps.
You all turn to the newcomer and you're not surprised at all to see Henry Creel perfect in his professor's suit, come to pick you up personally. Obviously he's the first to speak. "Mr. Stark, why is Y/N here? She has to spend her punishment with me, not with my colleagues." Stark looks at Henry smiling but it's a fake smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Creel, but I've received very clear instructions regarding this girl and both Professor Potter and Professor Tanner have decided on this punishment. Two against one, eh?" he says jokingly but Creel's look remains cold. "I have the right of way. Y/N? With me. The rector has already been informed of the unfortunate incident." At those words, Stark looks at him darkly. "Thanks to Dr. Martin Brenner, I imagine. But that's none of my business. I'd be careful, Mr. Creel, after the latest scandal. Daddy won't always be able to protect him," he blurts out. Eddie avoids Stark's gaze uncomfortably. You remember the gossip about Krissy and Professor Creel and you wonder how much of it is true. Enough to get this man in trouble. Not enough to get him fired. "I know exactly where to stop and what my duties are. Now, if you don't want a defamation suit, shut up. You're walking on a thin sheet of paper, Mr. Stark." The janitor looks at him again. "You too, Mr. Creel," he says very softly. Then he looks at you sharply. "Y/N! Go away and never show your face again. And be careful! That red hair is bad thing. There are too many wolves in the woods." You get the ambiguous joke and, head down, you walk over to Henry Creel. What happened between this man and the blonde girl? Is the same thing about to happen to you? Have you started a war you can't win? The question torments you the whole way to the library.
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Poor y/n! She didn't start the year in the best way...🥲
In the original fairy tale, Cinderella is given impossible tasks (like filling a leaky bucket with seeds or digging a field with a spoon) but it is her animal friends who work for her so she can go to the ball...👠
Eddie loves Lord of the Rings! and so do I 🥰🥰 (oh and he plays in a band with Kali 🥰)
These are a bit of a transitional chapter to introduce the school environment... but we'll soon return to Henry (and unfortunately we'll also return to Papa) . They're written just to provide a sense of context. After all, we're in a school environment, and bad teachers are there. 🥲
I couldn't resist... I know school can be a little bizarre and that Harry Potter is a book from the 90s/2000s but... I really liked the idea of the janitor tormenting the students and the various teachers who support this system... I also have to give a school setting in addition to Henry Creel and I'm not for canonical things. Since we will have time at school with the other teachers too and not just Henry, it's better to make things lively. 😅 It's one thing to write: "I was in Latin class. It's another thing to write: that evil Latin teacher gave me three versions for tomorrow and even sent me to mop the floors arguing with Creel. 🤣 this school sucks! " 🤣🤣🤣 soon... very soon... old acquaintances arriving...🥰🥰🥰🥰
