Humpty Dumpty, a history.
As it's told, the tale of Humpty Dumpty is a short one, and doesn't make much sense to the common populous, yet here, in the small hamlet of Bedstol, a much more grim and dismal story is known.
"Sure I remember when ol' Humpty went off the wall. Poor soul. 'sif been born an egg wasn' enough."
A stale smell of whiskey and tobacco on his breath, Brant Harding sits across from me, stoking a slowly burning stove fire. "A freak o' nature or summat, 'e was, popped outta 'is mam like, heh, well an egg I s'pose. Doctor di'n't know whadda think. She got rid of [Humpty] quick smart, though 'intshee, didn't want no stinkin egg for a son. Fair go eh, though. She brought him to me orphanage after she got outta the 'ospital and skipped town, not before givin' him a half-wit name like Humpty Dumpty. Registed an' everythin', nothing I could do for the boy. Nobody knows the father, prolly some travellin' bard with a bit o' extra dosh's my bet. Raised 'im like any other, though, well an' good. 'e knew he was different, and the other kids didn't let him forget it."
As Harding retells the fable, I can't help but notice a lack of, well to be honest, everything.
I inquire as to why this is.
"Leads me to the secon' part o' the story, innit. You can prolly guess that Humpty di'n't have an easy life by any means, definitely not an 'appy one either. Kids, you know, they don' like anything different, 'specially don' like getting ignored in favour of something that's not the norm..."
A bleak look overcomes Harding's face as he goes on.
"Then King and his 'Dark Horses' came along. We called 'em Dark Horses, all they was was a bunch of stiff lookin' doctor folk who took people away to their madhouse and locked up. Poor Humpty, he wasn't a bad kid, just a little.. funny."
At this point Harding broke down in tears, and requested we leave his home. After numerous calls and emails, we find out that this is all Harding is willing to tell us, and we were able to get a hold of this Dr. Anthony King, and he accepted our request for an interview.
Arriving upon his estate, Dr. King graciously welcomes us into his not-so humble abode.
"Humpty Dumpty?! Oh, he was a weird one. Did you know he was an egg?! An egg, of all patients here!"
With a tone of macabre satisfaction, Dr. King told us about the Humpty Dumpty he knew.
"We picked him up in some backwards village a couple hundred miles from the asylum, one of my men was passing through and while staying at the inn heard a few outlandish stories about a particular egg by the name of Humpty Dumpty. He stayed on to further explore this mysterious boy and sent a messenger in his stead to my estate. I knew instantly that he was going to be a keeper, and a chalk up for our facility’s records. I sent a messenger back to Bedstol with a note for my advocate to apprehend the boy and bring him back. The orphanage was all to happy to be rid of him, and the boy willingly went along."
"According to Dr. Hull, this egg had a history of self harm and animal mutilation, which was not unheard of, but rare among normal kids this age. Dumpty told us that after years of mental abuse from his peers, he was 'sick of it all' as I recall."
Dr. King lets out a small snicker.
"Not much happened between then and the time of his suicide, we put him on anti-depressants, and had a team of genomics experts studying him around the clock. Nobody could piece this egg together. He had to be kept in solitary confinement most of the time, as most of his time was spent trying do discover new ways of ending his life. The simplest of ways, and ultimately successful, he didn't discover until that fateful Sunday afternoon, 6 years after his admittance. He never thought about how easily he could destroy his body in a single leap. For when you're as doped up as he was, I guess it's easy to forget that you're a fucking egg! The very wall he sat under to write his horrid little nursery rhymes and poems, he discovered was just the right hight for which an egg could easily smash, if toppled off the top. "
So ends the somewhat incomplete and inconclusive, yet speculative story of Humpty Dumpty, all the King's men, and all the King's horses.
We obtained a copy of his suicide note (Dr. King mentioned he could make little sense of it, himself) Which you will find to the bottom left of this article.
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I'll definitely learn him a little better for next time. 
; But that was fun~ Thanks for helping me stay awake. 
Originally Posted by Elin
It was another defensive character. 
