The Trigger

Erotomania.

"I don't think I did well on that test at all" a tiny rabbit named Cream laments, as she and the other girls at her lunch table talk about their day.

"Me either," another one, a mongoose, disdainfully says. "How about you, Amy?"

The whole table is turned to the pink hedgehog, who is detached from the conversation. Instead, she looks on across the room, where another student is blissfully unaware of her unwanted attention.

"Amy!" Cream snaps in front of her. Breaking out of her trance, Amy looks on apologetically.

"I'm sorry…Jet was just begging for me to look at him…" she slightly smiles. She didn't mean to make her friends irresistibly jealous at her relationship. Instead of jealously, however, they seem to be slightly concerned.

"Amy…Jet barely knows you…" Mina trails off, starting at her in amazement.

She dramatically gasps at fist, but then breaks into laughter. "Guys, we sit across the room from each other in biology…and he's always sending me signals…it's actually so obvious at first I thought it was somewhat pathetic" she shrugs nonchalantly. "But I got over it…I'm going to put a letter in his locker later, how cute is that?" she giddily asks.

"Uhm...will you excuse us for one moment?" Mina guides Cream out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. "She's gone nuts."

Kleptomania.

Rouge sits in the house of a man whom she just met at the local bar. Inviting her in, she was looking forward to a good night. But now…well, now she had her eyes on something much different.

There it sat. She had to have it. The plant in the ceramic pot was calling to her, screaming to be taken.

"I'm ready" the raven whom she had met seductively calls. Oh, how she longed to stay there…but she had to have it. Walking in the room she quickly stripped down to her underwear, bra, and thigh-highs, raising her brow seductively.

He's looking her up and down, licking his lips. Bingo. "Oh, but do you mind if I…freshen up a bit?" the bat coos. Smiling lustfully, the bird nods.

"Just down the hall second door to your left, kitten" he winks. She smiles back playfully and makes her exit, shutting the door behind her; on to business. She runs over to the window where the pot is placed.

Rubbing her hands all over the plant and running them over the pot, she moves it to her head and snuggles it for a moment. Looking up to make sure he has not come out and seen, she removes her high heels and quietly walks to the door, silently closing it behind her. Stretching out her wings, she takes off into the night with her valuable treasure.

Pyromania.

Flick on. Flick off. Blaze, still amazed everyday with the fire that emits from her palms, makes it routine to simply 'test' her powers as much as she possibly can. Sitting in her prim and proper well-kept backyard, she felt out of place, yet relaxed, with her pile of crumpled papers and dirty garbage spread out on front of her.

The garbage, which she had collected from diving in local trashcans, is placed on a portion of the lawn that already sported many scorches and burns. She hides behind a trimmed hedge in a seemingly remote corner of her large gated backyard, all alone.

"Burn" she whispers as she silently sets each piece ablaze, one by one, taking in the delicious fiery scent of the trash. Watching the items turn black and wilt under the heat, she shudders with pleasure. Why is this so wrong?

Her parents condemned her talent, a calling it 'evil' and 'witchcraft', which is why she had to hide away and do this in private. Maybe it was the sense of rebellion in her strict palace that made setting things on fire so much more enjoyable.

As the flames finish eating up her supplies, she sighs with sadness. If only she had something…bigger; something humongous that she could watch burn for a long period of time.

The hedge? She contemplates. No, it would go up to quickly. Her books? No, think bigger. Turning her eyes up to the palace in thought, she snaps to an amazing realization. Smiling devilishly, she schemes in her head.

Yes, that would do. That would do nicely.

Hoplomania.

Opening the door to his house, he throws down all of his picket signs on the floor. Sighing contently, Knuckles edges his way into his room, where his beloved is waiting. Finding his bed empty, he nods in satisfaction as he crawls onto the floor and reaches under his mattress. Feeling around for just the right one, he has an 'ah-ha!' moment and pulls out his favorite: a black handgun.

Gripping it in his hands tightly, he feels even more powerful just for touching it. Stepping out of his room, he carries it to the kitchen counter when he gently sets it for a moment as he pours himself a large cup of beer. As he sits down at a stool, he picks it up and gingerly turns it in his hand, admiring its beauty.

"Those damn hoplophobics, they want to take all my guns away. But there's no way in hell I'll let that happen…not even a chance." He grins, a horrible thought passing through his mind. "Maybe if we just shot all of them, they would leave me alone."

Chuckling to himself, he carries his two items onto the sofa as he casually surfs through the channels and searches for anything on his favorite topic: firearms. Flipping through quickly, he notices something and returns to it.

"Today the a few members of the Eastern Board proposed a widely panned proposal that would limit gun use only in approved areas, such as…"

"WHAT?" Knuckles exclaims in a flood of fury. "Well, THIS IS WHAT I THINK OF THAT!" Holding his gun in the air he shoots twice, shattering the screen of the TV and force-ending the program.

He smiles to himself, looking at his prized possession. "Guns do solve all problems."

Pseudomania.

The blue hedgehog sighs in defeat. This is the third time this week he has been held hostage, questioned, and finally released under the false pretense that he was Shadow, his own evil doppelganger.

Why did this always happen to him? Didn't people have any sense at all? They didn't look much alike, except for being the same species! Shaking his head, Sonic runs off the steps of the building and out into the fresh air of the city to clear his thoughts.

Remaining stalwart throughout the many grueling hours of questioning at the hands of City Hall's best officials who tried his innocents at every turn was proving to be tough. It was demoralizing, being hauled there all the time just to clear his name.

But sometimes…sometimes the same thought popped into his head. Maybe it was him? No…it couldn't be…could it? What a ridiculous thought! But…there was always room for reasonable doubt.

"What if…I was the one who sent that bus full of children toppling over the bridge…before I saved it? What if I was the one who stole the Chaos Emerald from over the dead body of the security guard who had overnight watch of it?"

The hedgehog's running feet came to a screeching halt, putting his aimless running throughout the outskirts of town to a standstill. Skimming over his thoughts his eyes widened in shock and horror. "It's been…me."

Ergomania.

Young Miles Tails Prower was the pride of his parents and the prodigal talk of the town. At the age of two he was able to completely read and comprehend classical plays that even some adults struggled with, and at eight he could construct a wide variety of groundbreaking machinery that proved beneficial for many people in his community.

All the success, however, was slightly undermined by a slight glitch in the fox's system. Once he began working on a project, he wasn't physically able to stop. In fact, even once he was done with one he immediately moved on to another, putting him in a seemingly endless cycle.

Something about tinkering, working his hands to the bone, and staying up through late nights and long days deeply appealed to him. So what if he didn't 'get out' much? From what his machines fixed the world didn't seem that great anyways.

"Tails!" his mother calls from the door of his lab. He had just been tightening a bolt to his newest creation, and was slightly annoyed by this disturbance.

"Yes?" he asks politely. He may have been annoyed, but he still learned to hold everyone, especially his parents, in great respect.

"You have a young boy here about your age who wants to know if you'll go to the park with him" she smiles.

"A…friend?" He looked hopeful for a minute; he never hung out with other kids since he never did go to school, being deemed 'too intelligent'. He shook his head quickly before returning to his work. "Please tell him to go on without me mother, I'm far too busy" he passively said as he turned back to his work.

His mother looked saddened for a moment, but smiled weakly at her only son. "Okay, honey. Just make sure to take it easy, okay?" He nodded in response, and she turned to leave, letting a small sigh escape her lips. Sometimes she worried about him…he just wasn't normal.

A tiny idea I've had for awhile...please tell me what you think, much appreciated. :)

Also, please do not take offence to this story if you know/ are someone with such a disorder; I am not trying to insult you in any way, as I actually know very little about these conditions other than a few hours worth of looking them up online.