O…k another chapter. I'm warning you, it's a transition chapter so it'll be kind of short and boring but the next one will be jam packed with fun and crazy people. Watch Fred go nuts! As always reviews are always appreciated.

Disclaimer: None of the amazing songs in this fic are mine, so back off. I love MCR, but not enough to take over their identities, even though it sounds like a good idea. Oh yeah, Psychonauts doesn't belong to me either.

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It had to be the longest game of Chutes and Ladders he had ever played. They only really sat in the hot, humid room for about half an hour but it seemed like an eternity.

"Oh, yeah I won! Take that, Frenchy," Emily cheered. "Hey, I have a good idea." She added gleefully with an insane smile. "Lets go outside and play!"

Fred stared miserably ahead at the disgusting floral wallpaper, which was peeling in various places to reveal a crumbling beige wall. He was never a huge fan of board games, partly because he was never very good at them and also because he was always playing them with his brothers and sisters. Playing around outside was really more his thing. Being able to run around like an average loon was more his style.

"That sounds good to me." Fred said happily. "This room is ridiculously hot anyway."

Emily jumped excitedly out of her chair with the OK, grabbing Fred's arm as she ran past and pulling him towards the door that led to the field. He stumbled down the low-ceilinged corridor after her, hitting his head on the hanging lights. That didn't help his headache. As it had rained earlier, the moment he stumbled out into the muddy field, his shoes became saturated. The green and black checker-board pattern at the toe darkened with muddy water. The sky was overcast and rain threatened yet again. A cold, harsh wind blew through the open area, causing Emily to pull her robe closer to her thin frail body.

"So, what are we gonna do? Huh? Something, like, super fun?" A grin played across her face, obscured by messy hair that billowed in the wind. She seemed to have more energy than a hyperactive 4 year old. "Let's play… uhmmm… soccer, yeah. Try not to kick yourself in the face."

Fred brushed a lock of curly black hair out of his eyes "Oh, very funny. Do you even have a ball?" he asked inquisitively

"Of course I do!" Emily chirped, she was really starting to scare Fred. She ran over to an old decrepit toy chest and pulled out a half deflated soccer ball. Fred yawned deeply, there wasn't anything he wanted more than to be cuddled on the couch next to Mandy, watching a horror movie and eating popcorn. The more run down and tired he got, the more hyper and excited she got. It was like she was leeching the life out of him.

"Cool, now kick-" he was cut off by the ball nearly hitting him square in the face. "Not at my head, just gently." Fred ran down hill to retrieve the soccer ball. His feet slid in the mud. "Like this," he kicked the ball at her and water sprayed everywhere. "See, I didn't practically break your face."

"Oh, so like this?" she kicked the ball as hard as she could, Only this time it actually hit him in the head. The ball bounced off of his head, over the rickety fence, and rolled over the nearby cliff. It tumbled down onto the sharp rocks on the bottom and hit the water with a sickening plop. They walked over to the side of the cliff and peered over. "Well, that sucks. Why didn't you catch it?"

"I was busy trying to avoid the ball rearranging my face!" Fred exclaimed. He was thoroughly annoyed and was happy that it was time to leave. He took a deep breath. "I have to go, okay? I'll see you on Friday."

"Well, your face could use some rearranging. I mean your nose is kinda big," She snickered. "I'm just playing, it's not that big."

"Thanks," Fred muttered. "Is there anything you want me to bring? Books, games, anything for you to do?"

"Pictures," she turned her back to walk towards the door. "Pictures of your family, I want to guess more things about them."

He sat at the wheel of the car, sitting in typical California traffic. His hands gripped the wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. The clock in the car read 12:30.

'I'm not making it to chemistry, thank god. I just want to sleep,' Fred mentally grumbled. Traffic had begun to move, quickly at that. As he drove the rain began to pour, heavy droplets hitting his windshield.

"Why does she want to see my family? I don't even want to see them!" He exclaimed out loud. "And guessing, she wasn't guessing to things. No one knows those things except Mandy, Mel, and my family. She definitely doesn't have AIWS."

He sat in traffic for another fifteen minutes before reaching the dorms. Even after a night of partying and dealing with a psycho, the bright colored walls were a welcome sight. Her last class had ended twenty minutes ago; therefore Mandy was stretched out on the couch watching TV and reading. She was wearing a plain black mini skirt and stripped yellow and green long-sleeved shirt. Her long dark hair was pulled away from her face and pilled messily on top of her head. Also like usually, she wore little to no make-up, accept eye-liner. She heard Fred banging on the door and immediately hoped up to let him in.

"How'd it go?" she asked as she dragged him to the couch. Her bare feet made a pitter-patter sound as she trotted back to her seat. Her elated happiness dropped from her face when she saw Fred's look of discomfort. "Oh no, what happened? Was she…crazy?"

"To say the least." He kicked of his wet muddy sneakers. "She was…strange."

"How so sweetie? I know about the creepy eye thing, but that didn't seem to bother you. Was it something she said?"

"She knew about what happened junior year, you know, on the hill." Fred said dully. He got up and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the refrigerator.

"Well, maybe she saw part of the scar?" Mandy said hopefully.

"I hope so. I really don't like her Mandy, something about her just isn't right. I know that she's, well…nuts, but something is definitely not normal." He sipped the soda. "She's not what you would call 'the average loon'" Fred laid down with his head in her lap and she leaned over and kissed him.

"Go relax, and maybe shower. You smell like insane asylum." She joked. "I'll make popcorn and we can do something fun later."

Fred let out a long sigh. "Alright..." He got up, running a hand through his hair. Mandy gave him a playful shove towards the shower and winked, bringing a slight smile to Fred's face.

The rain was still falling when the bathroom door shut behind him.

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To Be Continued...