This was supposed to be a collab but it failed I got as much done as I could :(
This is edgy SONG: Electrocution by @LunaLovegood100 Backstory for this boi: Hayden started training to be a psychiatrist when he was young - younger than he probably should have been. At the age of 15, he got his dream - a job at a mental hospital (weird dream but that's what he wanted) which was, honestly, kind of shady, and probably illegal for accepting a teenager. Even with the place being that way, everyone was shocked that a 15-year-old placed a job, but after the initial shock, they were all kind and accepting. Hayden was a fast learner, and he had been training very hard every day since age 10, sometimes not even sleeping for over 48 hours. Everything was great, and Hayden finally got his dream job. Until... one day. A patient that had never been seen before strolled in, acting like he owned the place. Hayden, being the only worker in the lobby at that particular time, inquired, "May I help you?" The shady man said "I'm here for a "Hayden Loch?" Hayden froze. He had never met this man. "W-Well... I'm here..." he managed to spit out. The man took him to an unused room, and gave him a small bottle, then left, and locked the door. Hayden, shocked, studied the bottle, which simply said, "Drink this." He was very doubtful of this hand-written print, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, if he followed the instructions he would be able to get out. (He didn't have any keys on him, much less for this empty room.) So he drank the liquid. In seconds, Hayden felt like he was on fire. His mind swarmed. But then, just as suddenly as the sensation had started... It stopped. Everything stopped. It was black. Then white. Then blue and green and yellow and red (Housewife Radio much?). Then, Hayden woke up. He was in the room. It took a few minutes for him to regain the memories of what happened, but once he did, he remembered it vividly, and couldn't let go of the memory. He felt different. His eyes hurt. His back hurt. He tried to rub his eyes to see if he got an eyelash in them or something when he got knocked out, but then he stopped. He pulled his hand away. He stared at the black, sticky goo on it. Slowly, he felt around his back. Wings. Dark, dark wings. Nearly as dark as the void. Then, without thinking, he smashed the door that locked him in, bolted out the front door of the mental hospital, and flew away into the now dark night. Over a period of 15, seemingly short years, Hayden took a dark turn. His hair, which he meticulously dyed every month, turned to his dark, natural color. He turned from his sweet, caring personality to a cruel, twisted being who cared for no man, only for revenge and for death. (Is this too edgy yet?) His clothes, from neatly kept to a tattered mess. When he finally decided to return to the asylum, nobody recognized him. He crept his way up to the office. He knocked out the manager, and turned on the microphone. "Did you miss me?" In the end, he's an innocent man, who has been tampered and played with, stretched and pulled like taffy.
