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Alright guys. First and most important thing, THIS IS NOT MY STORY. Its a MIRROR from the Homestuck kink meme and was written by ribsgrowback there.

ribsgrowback has given permission for people to mirror their fanfiction, so I am going to do it here. Original can be found here: ht tp: / homesmut .livejournal .com / 9406 . ht ml? thread = 14554302 just remove the spaces.

This is the original promt from the meme:

I've seen things about Karkat having self-harm issues. And it made me think that maybe someone could write an AU where the trolls are in a psychiatric treatment center? And I guess the kids could be the therapists/psychiatrists, especially Rose, since she's into psychoanalysis. No smut necessary, but I like Sollux/Feferi, Gamzee/Tavros, and most other pairings if you want to add it.

I will be updating the chapters as close as possible to when the author post new stuff on the kink meme. Also, rating and genre may (and are quite likely) to change, MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS LATER. I WILL MARK THESE CHAPTERS. I say MAY because I have no idea what the original author is planning, seeing as I am just mirroring for them.

This is a really great story, so lets all enjoy it!


==BE THE PATIENT

You are now the patient. The shortest patient in the room, to be exact, which is humiliating because how is it possible that you're even shorter than the fucking catgirl? And you're wedged between Sollux and the juggalo guy, which annoys you even further. You've already decided that Group sucks when Dr. Lalonde decides to destroy your world.

"Now that everyone has arrived, let's begin. Because this is our first day working together, I want us to go around the circle and state our names, why we are here at Green Sun, and something about ourselves."

There is the obligatory collective groan, but you honestly feel like you want to disappear into the ugly upholstery of the couch. You pull the sleeves of your oversized sweatshirt even further down your arms so they cover your hands completely, sink your chin into the collar, and scowl so hard that a chunk of carpet might have just gotten singed under your gaze. Sollux smirks at you, obviously about to make some kind of snarky jab about how stupid you look, and you glare at him. The shrink's chosen Vriska to go first, and she's rambling about not needing to be here and how doctors are full of shit or something; you don't actually care that much so you've been tuning her out. Gamzee's head lolls onto your shoulder; it looks like he's falling asleep. You elbow him, but he doesn't react. Gross, he's getting that nasty-ass facepaint on your sweatshirt. You elbow him again, and he jolts, which dislodges his legs from Tavros's lap and somehow knocks him onto the floor. Nepeta stops talking about her issues with cat hoarding or furry porn or whatever her problem is and everyone stares at your couch. You shrug at them, innocent as pie. Gamzee's all like "WhOA sOrRy ThErE bRoThEr WhAt EvEn JuSt HaPpEnEd?" and slides back up. Order is restored. Only a few more people left until it's your turn, fuck. You try to listen to the hippie girl-Fiona? Felicity?-talk about her nervous breakdown but you're too nervous to pay attention. You whisper to Sollux that this blows. He tells you to shut up, Feferi's talking. Oh. So that's her name.

By the time Kanaya is telling the room about her modeling and diets and heart attack-which is actually pretty interesting-you're frantically chewing on your sleeve because she's only four seats away. Gamzee chuckles and tells you you're fixing to wear a hole through it. You call him amierdo culo and he just looks absolutely awestruck and asks you to sing La Cucaracha. It's so absurd that you actually chuckle through your mouthful of sweatshirt. You notice that Tavros is also trying not to laugh, but he freezes up when you meet his eyes. Terezi finishes telling everyone about her PTSD from going blind, and is being handed Kleenex and offered hugs. Tavros then freezes up even more when he realizes that it's now his turn to speak. Dr. Lalonde says something encouraging, but he's already on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Can you at least tell us your name?" she asks, not unkindly. He stares at her, eyes wide, breathing shallow, and worries one of his lip rings with his teeth. You watch this intently. Maybe if he panics everyone will forget about you. You kick yourself for having such a cruel thought, but still can't help but hope for any salvation short of a meteor wiping out the building. Meanwhile, Tavros's eyes have filled with tears. Gamzee reaches over, casual as ever, and takes his hand. Somehow, he almost makes it look accidental. But it seems to help, and Tavros doesn't go over the edge into full-blown panic. He's staring intently at the floor, clutching Gamzee's hand like a lifeline. After a few minutes, it looks like he's trying to say something, but can't get the words out.

Dr. Lalonde sighs. "Tavros, I can see that you're trying. It's okay, you don't have to speak today. But we will work on this during your individual session. Now, who's next? Mr. Makara?"

Gamzee starts rambling about how he's a clown or something, and halfway through a sentence remembers what he's actually supposed to be talking about. As you hear his hazy version of events-apparently he's schizophrenic to the extreme and flipped out one day because of the voices, almost beat one of his gang members to death, and the rest of them jumped him, "sCaRrEd My FaCe Up LiKe A mOtHeRfUckEr"-you start frantically looking for escape routes. Sollux is looking at you like you just grew horns. You flip him off, making sure that Dr. Lalonde can't see, and wonder if you can pull a fire alarm without her noticing. Maybe you can learn sign language, teach Vriska, and persuade her to do something insane in the span of five minutes while not leaving this couch. Gamzee's finishing his explanation of his arrest being waived so he could get treatment, and saying how relieved he is that he's been prescribed meds that actually work. Apparently he used to do a ton of illegal stuff to make the voices go away, wow. Now, though, he's "oN tHaT mOtHeRfUcKiNg MeThAdOnE" to keep him from going into heroin withdrawal, and on more drugs than the rest of you combined to keep his symptoms under control. No wonder he always looks half asleep. This is all fascinating to you, really, but your turn is next and you're pretty sure that you're going to die. You whisper-ask Sollux if he can kill you and make it look like an accident. He snickers and tells you to grow up. You punch him. He pokes you-goddamn, his fingers are sharp. You're about to start an all-out war when the room turns its attention to you, and you pray fervently one last time to dissolve into the couch.

"Mr. Vantas?"

"Um."

"In case you haven't been paying attention, which I sincerely hope to not be true, we're sharing our names, why we are here, and something about ourselves. Would you be so kind as to contribute?"

"Um."

Fuck. You're tempted to try your "No English" face but she already knows that that's bullshit. Maybe you can make yourself cry? Nope, not working. You stare at Sollux and try to get him to read your mind, because you're sending him a steady stream of "oh gog please Sollux if we are truly friends you will kill me right now", but he doesn't seem to be getting it.

"Mr. Vantas?"

Fuck.

"Um. I'm Karkat."

"And why are you here, Karkat?"

"That's personal."

"We're sharing with the group, Karkat. We're all friends here. No one will judge you."

"It's still personal." Maybe if you pull your sweatshirt over enough limbs, it will eat you and you can disappear forever. You try to contact Sollux telepathically again, but he doesn't seem to hear you. He seems to be hearing the exact opposite, actually, because he then decides it'd be a great idea to encourage you to talk, all "Go on KK you can do thii2." You glare at him, and at everyone else who has taken his cue and started to try the same.