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CHAPTER 2: I HATE MY BOSS
Box upon box of items were stacked on one side in Eldritch Samuels' new clinic. It was smaller than his last one, which was able to house up to 12 compulsive eaters at a time. But this one, with its coziness and 350 a week rent, made it home for the miserly psychiatrist. "Okey-Dokey." He dropped a grey box on top his cofee table. In it were his various degrees, some from legitimate colleges, others from the local photocopier. He picked up one of his degrees and looked at it with admiration. "Wait a minute... My name's not Manfred Bodelhaiden." Into the shredder it went.
Aside from the boxes, the clinic seemed ready to take on whatever crazy they throw at Eldritch. If only they'd arrive on time."Hmmm... My 2:00 seems late..." He look at the clock atop one of his bookcases. Then his door opened, and what seemed to be a walking pile of paperwogrey rk went inside. "Sorry I'm late." The voice was feminine. Eldtritch half-thought of helping her, but was too lazy to get of his chair. Instead, he simply directed her to put it by the coffee table. Placing the pile next to the afformentioned piece of furniture, she motioned herself towards a red chair bed, similar to the one Freud uses. "Having boss troubles again, Ms. Crooney?"
"Yes." She said. Without the paperowrk, her features became more apparent. Aside from her bluish hair, she wore a lab coat that was open in the middle, revealing an ocher shirt and green pants. "So, what did he do now?" Eldritch asked. "Well, 2 days ago he made me do THE most humiliating thing in my life!!" Eldritch seemed eager to know what happened. Call it morbid, but he went into psychiatry solely to see people break down infront of him. "Care to share it with us? Don't worry, there's no one here but you and me." That, of course, was a lie. Above Eldritch's chair was an owl figure, which had a hidden camera. Many of his friends had the same inclination as Eldritch. Right now, it was broadcasting a live feed to a rehabilitation center somewhere in the Caribbean, where a certain green-haired woman was watching everything. "Okay, it all started 2 days ago..."
The military base was abuzz with excitement and tension. The head of a defense company was visiting the base, coming to inspect the latest military developments in the base's research and development division, which worked under the company. "Oh, God, whre is he!!" Cecile Crooney was running around the base, looking for her superiors. She had looked everywhere possible, from the lab to the cafeteria. "Suzaku!" She bumped into a young man dressed in military fatigues. "Have you seen Lloyd?" She gripped him hard on the shoulders, as if trying to squeeze the information out of him. "I last saw him at the radar station. I think he might still be there." After a quick thank you, Cecile hurried to a tall grey tower in the far left corner of the base. Unfortunately for her, it was on the other side of the base. Cecile arrived to the tower, gasping for air. She was never an athletic woman. Going inside the tower, she rushed up the building,up its winding stairs, praying that her boss was still there. Reaching a grey door, she pauses, but only for a moment, to think of what she was going to do to him now. "Lloyd!" She went inside the room, finding a young man with large glasses, toying with the machines inside the tower. "What are you doing! Schneizel's coming for an inspection, and we don't know which one of your devices should we show him! Lloyd? Lloyd?" THe head scientist was unresponsive. He was too busy tinkering with the base's radar system. "There, done." After attaching several tubes into the radar system, a satisfied Lloyd turned to Cecile. "I'm sorry, were you talking?"
It didn't take a genius to know that Cecile was furious. Angrily, she grabbed Lloyd by the neck, trying to squeeze the life out of him. "You know i can't help you with whatever you want if i'm dead, right?" Lloyd said coyly. Knowing that he was right, she quickly let go of him and repeated her words. "Schneizel's here to inspect our new inventions! Which one should we show him?" Lloyd quietly thought of which machination to show their boss. Meanwhile, Cecile was nervously thinking of the consequences if Lloyd's machine fails. "I got it." Lloyd walked to a glass panel and pressed a few buttons. After that, an elevator opened up. "Come on, hurry up Cecile." Lloyd entered the elevator and motioned his assistant to go inside. The urge to choke Lloyd once again resurfaced when she realized there was an elevator. Upon leaving the tower, Suzaku came along riding a hum-vee. "Get in! He's here!" On the entrance to the base, a limo entered the military base. Its driver quickly exited the vehicle and opened its door. A tall, blond man wearing a silver business suit went out of the car, his clothes glistening under the sun. "Look out!" Suzaku's hum-vee skid dramatically on the path, turning the vehicle sideways. "Hit the brakes!" Suzaku yelled. Luckily for them, the brakes worked. They had stopped the hum-vee before anyone was hurt. Unluckily, it also covered Schneizel Brittannia with dust.
"Um... Maybe I should drive next time, Ms. Cecile..." Suzaku lamented as he exited the vehicle. "Don't worry Suzaku, at least we got here in..." Cecile's words were stopped upon seeing Schneizel covered in dirt. "Ooooh, somebody's in trouble!" Lloyd yelled inconsiderately. Cecile responded by closing the car door on his face. After a quick apology involving the words "it was all Lloyd's fault." , Schneizel, Cecile, Lloyd and Suzaku began to show him the latest advancements in military technology. They first went to a gangling tower in the middle of the base. "Interesting... And what would this be?" The business executive asked Lloyd. "That would be my Tesla spire." Everyone, including Cecile looked at Lloyd. "It's similar in design to a Tesla Coil, but on a scale unimaginable in comparison with what we have today. The main function of the device is to attract charged particles of energy around it, then use that charged energy as a way of powering a base. Sort of like using a lightning rod, but it won't burn your house down if you use its stored power. Currently it can hold up to 12 megawatts, and is able to power the entire base for a week, without recharging." Schneizel was impressed with Lloyd's machine. "Does it have any offensive capabilities?" he asked the scientist. "Why of course. Observe as the Tesla spire destroys that car over there 80 yards away. " Lloyd pointed to an old, rusting car many yards away. Lloyd took out a remote control from his pocket. He then pressed a large red button on the device. Nothing happened. Lloyd tried pressing it again. Still nothing. "Cecile, could you go inside the Spire? I need you to check if there's any problems within it." Naturally, Cecile did not want to go inside a giant lightning rod. However, her fear of losing her job overcame her desire to live.
Cecile went inside the spire. There was actually very little room inside the it, with all sorts of machinery inside. "What happened here..." Cecile examined the circuit board. Outside, Lloyd and the others waited eagerly for Cecile to fix the spire. Then, Lloyd noticed something in the remote. "Oh, I forgot to turn it on." Lloyd pressed a button on the remote that said ON. Instantly a magnificent cascade of lightning flew from the spire's top. The bolts of lightning hit the beforementioned truck with awesome fury. The old derelict was left in smoldering pieces. Schneizel was impressed. So was everyone else. Unfortunately, everyone forgot about a certain blue-haired woman still inside the spire. Cecile Crooney went out of the spire, her clothes singed, and her hair raised like it was dipped in hair gel. "Wow, Cecile, you've really let yourself go." Lloyd commented.
"Well, that was an unecessarily long flashback..." Eldritch thought. "Have you thought of quiting, Ms. Crooney? if you hate your boss so much, why don't you just quit?" Eldritch asked. Cecile felt uneasy with answering his query. "Can't we just go to the part were you give me a Lloyd Asplund voodoo doll? I even hired an actual witch doctor, and he's paid by the hour." The disgruntled employee and her psychiatrist went to the edge of the window. Cecile pointed to an old man wearing nothing but leaves, a diaper and a row of baboon skulls. "...You hired a guy in diapers to torture your boss?" Cecile nodded. "Okay, you just blurred the line between angry and disturbing." Eldritch opened a cabinet door and took out a metal stick. "Ms. Crooney, we are about to enter the deep recesses of your mind. I feel it is the only way we will cure your anger issues, which when unleashed, will cause horror and suffering unparalleled in history since the Nazis established a dance troupe during the invasion of the Soviet Union." Hearing that her rage may be worse than anti-semites in spandex, Cecile quickly thought of all the times Lloyd has inflicted suffering on her, from the time he made her look like a lesbian infront of Schneizel, to the unfortunate chemical incident that gave her an unsightly growth on her left cheek, both front AND back. Remembering he hasn'tbought insurance yet, Eldritch began the mind entering process. By hitting her with a metal stick. Instantly she fell on the floor, knocked out.
"Where am I?" When Cecile came to, she was surrounded by darkness. "Hello, us somebody here?" A loud booming voice enveloped Cecile. "Relax, Ms. Crooney, we are in the deep recesses of your mind. Here, let me show you." A bright light replaced Eldritch's voice, and Cecile was brought into a familiar playground. "Where are we?" Eldritch materialized himself infront of Cecile, to answer her questions. He took the form of a medium sized old man in a thick overcoat and equally thick mustache. "Before you say anything, yes, I'm Josef Stalin. Right now, we're watching one of your childhood memories."
A little girl was playing in the sandbox, making "sand angels". However, whenever the wind blew, her sand angels dissipated. "Maybe I can help?" A little boy wearing huge glasses and a remote control walked towards young Cecile. "Okay!" She said. "Moving the joystick on his remote, a large, toy crane drove towards them. Unfortunately, Lloyd lost control and caused it to crash on the sandbox. The resulting collision covered young Cecile in sand. Current Cecile looked with both disdain and nostalgia. Young Cecile merely laughed. "Hahaha! That was fun! Do you have any other cool toys?" A brief flush of red graced young Lloyd's face before he led the still sand-covered girl to his home nearby, where his toys await them. Current Cecile looked on as the two friends walked towards Lloyd's home. "Awwwwwwwwwwwww." Eldritch, in a Josef Stalin visage, watched the adorable moment while stroking his mustache. Darkness consumed her once again, and when her eyes met light once more, she was back in Eldritch's clinic.
"Okay. You want 1 voodoo doll, or the entire set?" Eldritch picked up a rosewood box filled with voodoo dolls. "No, no thank you." Cecile refused. Eldritch was confused.
"Had a change of heart?"
"What I saw just now... made me remember. Well, thank you. I think I'll go now." Cecile picked up her papers and left. Eldritch quickly realized why she decided not to torture Lloyd. "Awww, that's cute." He placed his right hand under his nose, but was then consumed with sadness. "I wish I had Stalin's mustache... I could probably get a fake one, but I barely make money..." Eldritch's prayers were answered by a poor, injured man with Mr. Puddingtops biting on his hand. "I need vengeance!!" He yelled.
It was 10:00 in the evening.Lloyd Asplund was reviewing the specs of his latest invention. He was counting on Cecile finishing her paperwork so he can get the parts he needed, but he thought that with recent events, she might not do them at all. He could have Suzaku do them, but he was more useful testing unstable equipment. "Lloyd." Cecile Crooney went inside Lloyd's lab, carrying a pile of paper. "Oh, you finished." Lloyd said, astonished.
"Lloyd, do you still have that old toy crane?"
"Actually, I made a larger version. Why?"
Cecile took Lloyd by the hand, and led him out of the dimly-lit lab.
"Um, Cecile?"
"What, Lloyd?"
"I can't feel my hand." Cecile promptly squeezed the scientist's hand tighter that she already did. "Don't ruin the moment!" She whispered. After that the two were off, Lloyd unsure of what had transpired, and Cecile thinking of the old days when Lloyd's experiment's made her happy, and didn't cause hornets to attack her randomly.
In a cramped apartment, Tamaki was holding a box of voodoo dolls, readying them for the ritual that would cause horrible pain towards his friends. "This'll teach you all!" He began to dance histerically, Mr. Puddingtops still on his hand.b Instead of causing horrible pain, swarms of centipedes enveloped his abode, gnawing and biting at everything. Everything except Mr. Puddingtops, who transformed into a giant crocodile-giraffe-dog creature. "That's what you get for practicing voodoo without a license!!" The voodoo priest from before roared outside Tamaki's apartment, whose screams could be heard throughout the entire block. Eldritch walked by the apartment complex, blissfully unaware of Tamaki's torment, despite the screaming. He was too busy admiring his Stalin-stache.
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Author's notes
-Chapter 2 done. I'll probably do one concerning Rolo's brother thing, followed by a check-up with what's happening with C.C. in rehab. Be prepared for a yugioh duel!!
-I like Stalin's mustache :)
- If you wish to see more Tamaki torment, i'll be happy to oblige.
