The disclaimer telling you that I don't own any Archer characters is somewhere in what's left of a giant carnivorous plant that has been shredded to death. Just a little drabble about Poor Ray's latest…mishap.

Pieces

Great. Just great. On top of having bionic legs I now lost my damn hand!

To a giant plant.

I can hear the fruit jokes now...

Just when I think my life could not get any more painful or stupid…

Or that Archer could screw up my life any more…

And throw in Cheryl's stupid insane man eating plant that nearly killed me.

I don't even remember what happened after I turned that thing into salad. I was so weak with blood loss and half crazed as I somehow staggered to my feet. Then someone screamed and I blacked out.

The next thing I knew I woke up in Krieger's lab with what was left of my arm bandaged.

Another piece of me was gone forever.

And how did my so called friends react to this?

They laughed at me…

I guess I should know better to expect any sympathy at all in this place but still…

I'm not so sure how much more of this I can take before I completely snap like Barry.

I'm getting pretty close though.

All I want is someone to just be a little nice to me.

Just a little comfort to ease the pain.

But I know deep down I'm not going to get any.

I'm alone.

Alone in pieces.

Who I used to be is getting smaller and smaller.

Both literally and figuratively chopped up and replaced with…

I don't really want to think about that.

I'm losing more and more of myself. And that scares the hell out of me.

The irony is that I left Ferlin to be myself. Only to slowly lose myself. I don't know what I'm becoming. I just know that I'm feeling less human every time something like this happens.

And I don't know how to handle it.

Who the hell can I talk to about this? No one.

Lana, my so called best friend is too involved with her latest round of romance with Archer. Not to mention her child. Which she conceived by stealing Archer's sperm.

Fatal Attraction Line One!

Pam, my other so called friend is too involved in the drama of Lana and Archer and is off eating another bear claw. When I try to talk to her she just laughs and/or berates me.

Cyril is also too involved with his own lust for Lana to care. Cheryl is just too crazy to care at all. And Krieger is probably getting an erection thinking about making a cyborg hand for me.

And Archer…It's pretty self-explanatory why I don't talk to him. Once again…His fault.

Okay maybe Cheryl shares some of the blame this time...

I really thought I'd be doing better in the friend department by now.

So once again I'm alone in a sea of uncaring assholes.

And there's nowhere else I can go. No family or other friends. No place for me to go.

I have no choice but to make my way here.

I'm surviving but at what cost?

I can hear my Daddy's voice sneering at me. Telling me I've become even more of a freak than before. Worse…A crippled unnatural freak…

See I'm already talking to myself. I'm definitely losing it.

I know there's a darkness inside me that will swallow me up whole. I've already succumbed to it once. I'm afraid to fall into it again. And this time I won't make it out.

And again I can't talk to anyone about this. I mean the last time I went to a psychiatrist he convinced me that being gay was a sickness. He taught me to hate myself.

It took me a long time to undo that damage. The irony is that I'm even more damaged now than I was before.

Not to mention the whole cyborg thing is so far out no one would believe me. Let alone losing your hand to Audrey Two's bigger sister.

So yes, going to someone is out. The only person I have is myself. The only person I can depend on is myself.

And I'm talking to myself again. Yeah. This is going to end well.