Doctor Keen meets Patient 799

Dr. Keen was walking through the
Asylum, through H block exactly, and nearly reached the next section
(where all of his patients dwelled) when suddenly all the lights
switched off. He tried the door in front of him, only to find it
locked. Then he heard the door behind him slowly open. “Oh
bother,” the good doctor sighed, grasping the situation he now
found himself in.

“Hello, Doc,” the man who walked
out that door said to him, easily seeing him in his bright white
coat, even in the dim light. “Do you know who I am?”

“Patient #799,” Dr. Keen answered,
knowing nothing about this particular patient.

“I'm Billy Reed,” the young man
informed him.

“A pleasure to meet you?” the
Doctor said, unsure exactly where this conversation was going.

“I've killed 57 men,” Billy told
him.

“Oh, you're a serial killer,” the
Doctor said. *There are a surprising large number of them here,*
he thought to himself.

“NO! I am a
SPREE killer!” Billy corrected him.

“Oh, my
apologizes,” the Doctor said, sincerely. He did in fact know the
difference.

Young Mr. Reed
pulls a small knife out from behind his back. “Do you know where I
had to hide this?” he asked.

Doctor Keen
grimaced. “I'd rather not think about it,” he told him.

“Probably a good
idea,” Billy Reed agreed, right before he stabbed it into Dr.
Keen's chest.

“Ow,” Doctor
Keen said, in a voice filled more with irritation than with pain. “I
really liked this shirt,” he said, accusingly.

Confused,
Billy pulls the knife back out. Instead of seeing the red blood he
expected, the blood he craved, he instead sees the blade covered in a
thick, green, viscous liquid. “Wah...” he exclaimed, before Dr.
Keen blew into his face. For a second he thought, *His*
breath sure smells weird, *before*
he suddenly felt all his strength leave him.

Before Billy could
collapse to the floor, the odd Doctor caught him and held him up.
Ducking real quickly to pocket the knife with a disgusted look at his
eye towards the weapon, Dr. Keen then began to drag Billy back into
his room. “Don't worry,” the Doctor assured him, as he pulled
the mad man on to his bed. “You are not gonna die. In a bit
you're gonna pass out, and then you'll just forget the last few
hours.”

“Wha...what are
you?!” Billy Reed asked, in paralyzed terror.

“Well, since you
are about to forget everything, I guess it wouldn't hurt to explain
some things to you,” Dr. Keen said, before getting up and shutting
the door. “Have you ever heard of the 'Reptilian Conspiracy
Theory'?”

“Lizard aliens
who can look like people?!” he asked, his voice sounding a bit odd
as his face was the only part of him not paralyzed.

“Yes,” Dr. Keen
answered.

“You're real?!”
Billy demanded.

“Yes and no,”
the odd Doctor explained. “For one we aren't extra terrestrial in
origin, for another we don't actually want to take over and control
human society. We were even worried that a rogue element of our
population was the cause behind climate change at first, but no human
greed is responsible for that and we just get to enjoy a more
preferable climate. As you can see, we are adept at passing for
human though.”

“...why...?”
Billy managed to ask, as he felt himself fall into forgetful
unconsciousness.

“So we can enjoy
your society,” Dr. Keen explained. “Your entertainment, your
art, your edible delicacies, your...your companionship. In my
experience humanity tends to notice the negatives about itself far
more than the positives. While those negatives certainly exist, you
yourself are a perfect example of that (no offense), but as an
outsider it is very easy to enjoy the positive aspects of your
species.”

“...why...here...?”
Billy asked, right before passing out.

“Oh,” Dr. Keen
said, finally really understanding the question. “Why do I choose
to work at Hillbrook? Well, the job pays well...also it is often
rather exciting,” he told the unconscious man.

With the air filled
with darkness and Billy Reed's snoring, Dr. Keen just leaned against
the wall and patiently waited for order to be restored.