A/N: Me: Heeyyyy I'm baaaaaack!

Fang: *eye roll* Oh joy.

Me: Oh, shut up emo-boy!

Fang: *death glare*

Me: Oooh, I'm so scared! *not* Anyway, thank you TheCatWithTheHat for submitting this following review last chapter: "Hey, Good work. One question: why did fang take a shower, if he's afraid of the shower demons? Just a thought." O.o Darn you smart reviewer! So I change that part of the story: "Anyway, once I got inside, threw away by burned clothes, and opted to use the hairdryer to keep away hypothermia, I went back to what I was doing- chilling with Max." All better!

Fang: LOL you suck at writing! XD

Me: … Did you just say 'LOL'?

Fang: Uhhh… no?

Me: *eye roll* Whatevs. Fact o' the Day: Blow by Kesha is one song I will dance to, no matter where I am when I hear it.

Fang: Wow. You're a cool kid. She still doesn't own MR though. Or me. Ever.

Max POV

Hmm. Why was Fang so against the thought of a little therapy? He looked… nah… he couldn't be… afraid. But I had already made up my mind- therapy would benefit all of us. Especially, Mr. Oh-Don't-Let-the-Shower-Demons-Get-Me.

I was laying on my bed, trying to take a nap. I mean, it's stressful when everyone in your family has a new and utterly dumb-butt phobia(s). Let's recount, shall we?

Me: Otters (still can't go to the zoo or watch Animal Planet) and trees (deforestation is looking pretty good to me).

Fang: Showers (I see that he now likes to use hairdryers… but for what?) and black (I convinced him to leave his hair, eyes, and feathers alone, but he doesn't wear black anymore… it's actually quite creepy).

Iggy: B.O. (he won't go near other people anymore) and raindrops (he won't go outside if there's even a hint of a cloud).

Nudge: Long words (oh, irony, I love you) and disorder (which sucks for her, cause no one around here cleans up).

Gasman: Just crossing the street (so far). He won't go into town with us, even if we go to the hardware store (bomb supplies).

Angel: Symmetrical shapes (she got rid of all her children's books).

So, my life was pretty hectic, and I felt that I deserved a nap, you know? But noooooo,don't let Max sleep! She can handle it! Which is what I am assuming went through Gazzy's head when he came barging into my room and dove onto my body.

*oof* "Gazzy, what the heck?" I yelled.

"Max you gotta hide me! YA GOTTA HIDE ME! Iggy's coming after me, and he has… *whispers* silk!" He looked really freaked out, so I picked him up, put him on my bed, and went to go kill… I mean find… Iggy.

He was downstairs, cooking bacon… without a shirt on. I just shook my head- I probably didn't want to know. "Iggy, what did you do to Gazzy?"

He grinned evilly. "Well, he wouldn't let me blow up your closet without telling you, so I got back at him."

I was at a loss for words. "A, why were you trying to blow up my closet? And B, why are you scaring Gazzy with silk?"

"Well, A, just because I can. B, he told me yesterday what scared him. And I figured out that he had textophobia!" He looked proudly at my left ear. He's not perfect.

"A, Stay out of my closet! *glare* B, What the heck does that mean?"

"A," he started. I stopped him by holding up a hand. "Enough with the A and B thing."

"It means fear of certain types of fabric. He said how freaked out he got by a certain 'silk' pair of Nudge's pajamas, and here we are!"

I stared. "What's wrong with you?" He looked confused. "Do you like to make my life hectic? Do you like to create chaos? Do you like interrupting my naps?"

"Well, actually, yes!" he said smirking. That does it.

I grabbed another frying pan out of a drawer and hit him in the head with a *crack*. He won't be up for a long time. I put the pan away, took the bacon off the stove, walked back upstairs, and laid back in my bed. I was almost asleep when Gazzy crawled out from under my bed.

"Is it safe to come out now, Max?" he asked shakily. I glared at him, grabbed the piece of silk that was in my doorway, and taped it to his head (A/N: Me: Don't ask where she got the tape… it… magically appeared… in her… time of need. Fang: *eye roll*) He ran out of my room shrieking, and hit the wall. Then he ran into Fangs room. Excellent. I sighed and went into a peaceful nap.

A/N: Me: So, I'm thinking this story will be 22 chapters long: Each flock member will have three phobias. There will be three extra chapters inbetween each set of new phobias. And at the end there will be a special chapter for all my reviewers.

Fang: *"paid" advertisement* Please check out B's new story School Days. She will continue it if enough people are interested. There will be cookie and waffles. Thank you.

Me: Now, see, was that so hard?

Fang: Bite me.

Me: Ooh, touchy touchy! Fact o' the Day 2: I recently learned how to play Soul Sister on my guitar! Yay me!

Fang: *eye roll*

Me: Your eyes are gonna fall out if you do that too much!

Fang: O.O

REVIEW! I'M BEGGING YOU!