Robin had no idea what was happening to her. The cheerleader had gone to sleep in her luxurious bedroom as normal last night, only to wake up to find herself lying on the floor of a padded room, wearing a medical gown with a straightjacket on top of it, keeping her arms pinned to her chest.
What the hell was going on? Was this a nightmare? Was she in an illusion? Had she been sent to another universe? After all the weird crap she'd been put through over the years due to close proximity to those weirdos Jim and Rick, she knew anything was possible. So, had they done this to her as a prank, or was something else going on?
As she was trying to wrap her mind around the situation she'd found herself in, Robin was startled as the door to the room suddenly opened, and a woman in an old-fashioned nurse outfit walked in.
"Good morning, Miss Foster," the nurse greeted cheerfully, "Did you sleep well?"
"Where the hell am I?!" Robin demanded, scrambling to her feet as best she could without use of her arms, "Who are you, and what's going on here?!"
"You're in the Asylum," the nurse replied in a clam, almost reverent tone, "It's a wonderful place that's dedicated to helping people with their problems. And now we're going to help you."
"Why am I in a nuthouse? I've no crazy! I don't need any of your help!" Robin shouted.
"Oh, but you do, dear," the nurse said, "We know all about you. So obsessed with making yourself the perfect popular girl cliche that everyone loves, no matter the toll it takes on you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Robin asked, equal parts confused and angry.
"Well, obviously I'm talking about..."
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