Chapter 1: Sweeney goes to Therapy
Sweeney sighed as he walked through the door that read 'THOMAS' THERAPY- SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS!!'
"I can't believe I have to do this…" Sweeney thought to himself as he reluctantly dragged himself through the door.
"Hello sir! How are you?" the therapist asked gleefully, not noticing the hard, cold glare that greeted him. "Sit down, sit down. Please do."
Sweeney rolled his eyes and did what the man told him.
"So sir… what is your problem you would like to talk about?" The therapist asked Sweeney hesitantly, now noticing the permanent glare his client wore.
"Well… I have an obsessive addiction to killing people, for one thing. And my whole life was taken away from me years ago," Sweeney started off, waiting for the therapist's response.
"Mmmmhm…ok." The therapist muttered while scribbling things down on his notepad. 'Oh great, another crazy thinking he's a murderer!" The therapist thought, still looking down. "By the way, you may call me Dr. Codcen," he therapist continued.
"Ok…Dr. Codcen-I also sing while killing these people. How can I be helped?"
"Hmmmm, have you tried to stop, Mr. Todd?" "Yes."
"Maybe keep yourself from knifes and other weapons for a while?" "I'll try that, thank you, Dr. Codcen. I will. And feel free to come anytime for a free shave. I guarantee it'll be the closest shave you will ever know," Sweeney replied, a smile coming to his lips at the end of his comment.
"Okay, I will. Bye, Mr. Todd."
"Goodbye," Sweeney said as he walked out the door, not intending to listen to what the therapist said at all.