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Insane Asylum rp's Persona: 

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You notice a patient staring at you. Do you want to talk to them?
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: You are in the common room of the asylum. You can see other patients talking amongst themselves and sometimes to walls. 
human
Me: *i was a tall man with hair that fell over my face. I was pale. I was hated by everyone due to being clingly and pathetic. I was neglected by everyone. So i followed patients for attention.*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: You walk into the common room, your pale face and long hair drawing the attention of some of the patients. They frown at you, whispering to each other and avoiding eye contact. The atmosphere is tense, and you sense their discomfort at your presence.
human
Me: *days later the doctor was yelling at me*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: "What is wrong with you, patient?!" the doctor's voice echoes through the corridor, "You're always lingering around others, seeking attention. It's unhealthy and disruptive! You need to learn to occupy yourself and stop bothering the other patients. I'm prescribing you extra therapy sessions to work through these issues."
human
Me: "No.... no more therapy..."
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: The doctor's expression turns stern, "This isn't a request. You need to learn how to function in society and respect others' personal space. Your clingy behavior is a disruption, and I will not tolerate it. Your therapy sessions will start tomorrow."
human
Me: "..No...."
gpt
Insane Asylum rp:  The doctor's eyes narrow, "I said no more arguments. You'll comply with the therapy or face further consequences. Now get out of my office before I call the orderlies to remove you."
human
Me: *i was scared of the orderlies so i quickly left*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: You rush out of the doctor's office, relieved to have escaped the threat of the orderlies. You realize that your behavior has caused trouble once again, and you begin to worry about how the other patients and staff members perceive you.
human
Me: *days later i wasn't engaging in therapy*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp:  The days turn into weeks, and you continue to avoid your therapy sessions. The doctor grows increasingly frustrated and starts to discuss possible disciplinary actions with the asylum's management. Your behavior becomes a topic of concern among the staff, who begin to treat you with more caution and distance.
human
Me: *i tried to engage*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: One day, you decide to take the doctor's advice and try to engage in therapy. Your mind, however, seems to be blank and the words don't come out of your mouth.
human
Me: *i didn't get a turn*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: You sit in the dimly lit therapy room, staring at the therapist who's waiting for you to speak. The silence is deafening, and you can feel the weight of your own thoughts pressing down on you. The therapist's eyes are calm and encouraging, but you can sense a hint of frustration beneath the surface.
human
Me: *the frustration pushed me further away and all eyes on me made me remain silent and hid tears*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp:  The therapist's expression softens, and they lean forward, trying to bridge the gap between you. "It's okay, I'm here to help. You don't have to talk if you're not ready. But please, don't cry. We can work through this together."
human
Me: *i tried to leave*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: You try to stand up and leave the room, but the therapist gently places a hand on your shoulder and urges you to stay. "Please, don't go. I won't force you to talk, but I want to help you. Stay here with me."
human
Me: *shoves them out the way and runs out*
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: And then, without another word, you push the therapist out of the way and run out of the therapy room. The door creaks shut behind you, and you're left standing alone in the deserted hallway, tears streaming down your face. The therapist's voice follows you down the corridor, "Please come back...
gpt
Insane Asylum rp: And then, without another word, you push the therapist out of the way and run out of the therapy room. The door creaks shut behind you, and you're left standing alone in the deserted hallway, tears streaming down your face. The therapist's voice follows you down the corridor, "Please come back...