Credits: Original author is Dark_Obsidian (previously known as Реймен) - from chapter 1 to 6. Said chapters translated from Russian to English
Translator's notes: The author stopped writing after chapter 6 and even deleted the story for some reason. Aside the translation I made a few changes. I'll take over the story from chapter 7
Roger was sitting on his chair and was shaking like a leaf and was twitching nervously. Behind the overweight man approached his mother.
"Why're you shaking? You have a fever or something?" she asked unusually worried, because normally she would not care for anyone...even for her own son.
"Momma, I'm so sick and tired of this life. Because of Trickster I'm on the verge of freaking insanity. And because of his stupid freaking pranks I often get a freaking heart attack. I don't know where else to go..."
"Hmm...Make an appointment with a psychiatrist. They'll help you." then she added to her thoughts '...Maybe.'
Roger would normally act like a stubborn child, but in this case he nodded in agreement. He stands up from his chair and walked slowly to the door.
Meanwhile, Woody who heard everything this whole time chuckled maliciously. Having finished his coffee, the young man slipped on his jacket and ran to follow his neighbour behind. Luckily, Georgina did not notice him, otherwise Woody's devious plan would fail.
He arrived early at the clinic before Roger. He donned on a fake mustache as a disguise. After a minute, he found the psychiatrist's office and began waiting for awhile. Fifteen minutes later, Roger showed up. This swelled out, fat, dense, grump barely went through. Once on the seat, he turned to Woody, not recognizing the prankster because of the silly yet classic disguise and the fact that Roger is as smart as a brick.
"Are you also for the psychiatrist?"
Woody did not reply, instead he merely nodded - he did not want be found out.
Shortly, the office door opened and the doctor peered out. He was wearing a snowy white coat.
"Please, come on in!" the doctor said this to either of the two.
The prankster let his neighbour go on ahead, that way he will know what the doctor would prescribe for him. Roger got up and went forward, while his fatness makes squelching noises.
The door closed behind the fat grump, and the young man could now calmly do his deeds. Taking off his fake mustache, he pulled out his yo-yo and started playing with it.
This is what is going on in the office.
"So what is bothering you, Mr. Rottweiler? Tell me the cause of your suffering."
"My neighbour, Woody Trickster drove me so mad, I'm constantly exhausted. He ruined my vacation! And you may not even believe this but I was even stuck on some habitable island with him! On top of that, I became a victim of my own house! It was more than a nightmare I tell you!"
"I will check how traumatized your soul is..."
Woody listened. He was eager to know the result of the test.
"What could this old stump win? A Nobel prize?" he grinned sarcastically.
Then he heard the doctor asking his neighbour.
"What do you see here?"
"Trickster..." Roger replied, seeing the spots' outlines rather remind him of Woody's eyes.
"Well then, what do you see here?"
"Trickster..."
"Here?"
"Trickster..."
"How about here?"
"Trickster... Everywhere Trickster...everywhere...This whole world consists of Woody Trickster..."
Woody broke into hysterical laughter. He did not thought his neighbour is so dumb. He even dropped his yo-yo in a fit of laughter and his eyes slightly teared up. After he calmed down a little, he decided to pull himself together and trailed off. Picking up the yo-yo, he continued playing with it while he listens.
"What you need is a vacation. Not just any vacation. But a complete isolation from the world. I recommend you a vacation on a deserted island. It won't have a single soul. You won't find Mr. Trickster there, I guarantee you that! Buy a ticket for a steamship and sail to the island Mystery Plants. That is all I have to advice you. Take care and goodbye!"
Woody donned the fake mustache again, and pretended to read the ads on the wall.
Roger went out of the office. His face was shining with happiness.
"Mister! I finally got rid of Trickster! Very soon, I'll finally rest!" he took Woody's hands and danced out of joy.
What an irony!
*Squelch!* *Squelch!* *Squelch!* Those were the sounds of Roger's fatness.
Woody smiled. He cautiously and quietly freed his hands from his neighbour's. Roger danced all the way home whilst his young neighbour said to himself.
"Your undeserved peace is not going to last long, you bloodsucker..." with an evil smile combined with the mustache he looked a lot like a villain.