Is it a new chapter? Yes. Is this the one that involves the psychiatrist? Yes. Will chaos ensue? Read the chapter to see, silly. X3

The Channel Six News! fiasco just proved to the world that Shadow and his brothers were indeed insane. This caused the brothers to lie low for a while, and by lie low, I mean stay at home all week.

Unfortunately, everyone else in the city was even more ticked off by the fact that they couldn't find the furry trio, and get vengeance on the horrible broadcast. So, after a council meeting, they sent in the military. Equipped with sleeping gas, they returned on their second nightly raid to the apartment, ready to kidnap the hedgie brothers.

"But sir, I don't want to be here again!" One of the young soldiers whined. "Remember last time? Bobby was turned into a newt, and that one hedgehog was violating me! Sir, can I please go?"

"Go? Yes you may go." Replied the commander. Young Soldier sighed in relief as the commander continued. "…And by go, I mean that you get to go in first!"

"Oh no…I mean, yes sir. Right away sir." The soldier snuck into the living room, searching for any hedgehogs in sight. Shadow and Gemini were each in their rooms, asleep. Ciel, however, was nowhere in sight. The soldier stepped cautiously into the room, gripped by fear and who-knows-what else.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

The soldier stopped dead in his tracks. Was it just him, or was the theme from Jaws playing? He shook his head; that was impossible. It wasn't like he was in a movie or some strange story. In the corner, a black figure stood, red eyes gleaming. With the ferocity of a panther, it leapt forward…

Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-da-ba-da-ba-da-ba-daaaaaaa…

"Meep!" Both the figure, strangling the soldier by the neck, the soldier being strangled by the neck, and the mysteriously playing shark theme, froze. The former of the two stared at the little alien in annoyance.

"Miffskin, not now," the figure ordered. "Mommy's working at the moment. Can't it wait a minute?"

"Meep. Meepem meeper meep!" The figure sighed, letting go of the human.

"Fine, but don't think I'll be so nice next time."

"So you aren't going to eat me?" The soldier asked hopefully. The figure shook its head.

"No, I'm not going to eat you." A pause. "Miffskin is." The Jaws theme burst into full crescendo, and chomping noises could be heard throughout the night…I think. I can't tell; I wasn't there. Let's move on, shall we?

Shadow awoke later in a white room, and the first thought that came into his mind was, "Man, I must have gotten really drunk last night." Then remembering he had only gotten drunk once, he decided to figure out where he was.

Again, the room was white. Pure white. There was one door that was also white. There were also white chairs, white tables, and two not-white lumps of fur. These were, in fact, Gemini and Ciel. The former of the two was asleep, curled up in a small ball and sucking his thumb (Shadow made mental note of this, reminding himself to get a black-mail camera). The latter, however, was awake.

"Morning Ciel," Shadow said. "Any idea where the hell we are?"

"As a matter of fact, I do not." The Ultimate Lifeform noted that his little brother sounded funny, thought he couldn't tell why. Also, his eyes were red. That could only mean one thing…

"You're impersonating one of those spies from the movies again, aren't you?" Shadow asked. "I thought you were acting odd. So who is it this time? The Terminator?"

"Uhmm…err, yes," Ciel replied awkwardly. "The Terminator, sure…I am the Terminator, rawr."

"You aren't doing it right. He sounds more like this; I AM THA' TERMINATOR! PREPARE TO BE BLASTED YOU GUUURLY MAN!!! Like that."

"…Sure…"

Suddenly, a loud, booming voice burst into the room via a white intercom. "Attention Hedgehog Projects! You are currently under military arrest for extremely questionable sanity! We shall be sending in a psychiatrist in a few minutes to define your exact mental health. Until then-" The aforementioned intercom was then blasted into a smoldering pile of scrap by Gemini, who had just woken up.

"No one lets a mage get the sleep he deserves. I swear, it's so friggen stupid that I should…say, where are we?"

"How do you think I should know?" The Ultimate Lifeform asked. "Ciel woke up first; ask him." The mage did look over at his winged sibling, and gasped. Seeing Shadow's confused expression, he pulled the red-streaked sibling aside.

"What's the matter Gemmy?"

"Simple: That isn't Ciel."

"Why of course it is stupid! I mean, look at him!" At this moment, the winged hedgehog was investigating the broken intercom. After a few minutes of watching, he abruptly began to rip the deadened machine into even more pieces.

"Well, that's what I would probably do," Shadow added.

"Thing is, Ciel wouldn't. Do you remember when we were fighting after we first met? Back at the GUN base?" The angst-hog thought about this for a moment.

"Oh yeah, course I do."

"Remember when Ciel went kind of…crazy?" Unnoticed by them, the white door opened, and a figure dressed in even more white stepped in.

"Crazy…that's right! He killed the GUN Commander without even flinching!" At this exclamation, everyone in the room froze. Noting the unusual silence, Shadow thought about what he just said. "…Hold on, that's a BAD thing, right?"

"Yosh!" Whipping their heads around, the siblings came face to face with none other than Eggman, who was dressed in a white doctor's coat. In fact, if his moustache were gray instead of orange, the doctor could easily be mistaken for his grandfather.

"…Eggman? What the hell are you doing here?" Shadow asked. The doctor smiled in his usual evil way, stroking his moustache as if it were a pet tied under his nose.

"Well, I am…the psychiatrist!" He replied dramatically, flailing his arms in the air like a madman to prove (or disprove, more like) the point. "Seeing as the military didn't want to risk a professional on you, they decided to try me first."

"So basically," Ciel began, "they're sending you to kill yourself trying to psychoanalyze us, and then they send their lazy-arse professionals to finish the job. Is that right now? Pretty stupid if you ask me."

"Th…that isn't the point!" The egg-shaped doctor cried. "I am too great to be killed by you three! Come, we shall begin…THE PSYCHOANALYSIS!!!" After a bit more arm flailing, he dragged the sibling each into different rooms, and let his death sentence…I mean, the tests, begin.

Upon Eggman's request, he would do each of the siblings one at a time. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, it was decided that Shadow would go first. He was currently lying on one of those long chairs, with Eggman looming over him with the grin of some insane killer clown.

"So Shadow," The rotund doctor began, "Start talking."

"…About what?"

"Anything. I want you to start talking, and then I shall judge how crazy you are from that."

Shadow shrugged; it was simple enough. "Fine. Well, for one, my name is Shadow."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"…Nothing? It's a name." The doctor jotted down a few notes at this, and urged Shadow to continue. Not like he had much choice in the matter.

"Do you have any family?"

"Did you already forget that your other two patients are my brothers? Your age must be getting to you, doctor."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"The age, or my brothers?" Shadow shrugged. "Either way, it makes me want to shoot you in the head very, very badly." The doctor opened his mouth. "And before you say anything, that only makes me feel like shooting you more with Judy."

"Judy?"

"My machine gun." The Ultimate Lifeform whipped out Judy; his large pet machine gun. "She has high-powered firing upgrades, a bullet bouncer mod, and edges that go on for miiiiiiiles…" Unable to resist the urge any longer, Shadow threw off the safety on Judy, remembered that there wasn't a safety option on her in the first place, and then began to rapidly fire at anything and everything in the room.

Eggman had somehow managed to squeeze himself under a table, and quickly finished his notes. "Test 1 is a success. Project Shadow is apparently obsessed with his gun (named Judy), and his hatred for me! He pretends not to care for anything else…I shall now go onto Test 2, since the table over my lovable bulk has just been shot off, and I have bullets bouncing off of me (it was by sheer luck that Eggy's blubber was thick enough to repel the bullets). Next report in one hour."

After much battering, the pudgy professor got to his next subject, Gemini. The hedgehog mage was lying on a seat similar to the one Shadow had just blown up. He seemed completely bored out of his mind, for he did not have a game screen in front of him to stare at.

"This is so booooring!" He growled. "I'm the sane one of the brothers, honestly! Why psychoanalyze me? I just want to go play my game."

"And how does that make you feel?"

"Huh? Well, I feel bored…I know!"

"Know what?" Suddenly, Eggman had a rather bad feeling about this.

Gemini smirked. "I've need practice my magic to bump up my rank, so I can practice…on you!" Rolling up his sleeves, the hedgehog began to mutter something. The doctor stood up, preparing to high-tail it out as fast as his twiggy legs could carry his eggy body. So he ran…and ran… until he realized that he had only gone a few centimeters. Looking down at his legs, he realized that they had been replaced by a trail of icky slime. That, and that Gemini had magically summoned a large container of salt.

In a way, you could say Eggman was now…Slugman!

"You aren't going to dump that nice container of salt on ME, now are you?" The doctor asked. The mage looked down at him (being a slug, he was now only a few inches high), and laughed.

"No, I'm going to do something worse." Instead of dumping it all on Eggman, he made a collection of various salt trails, and various pockets of the same mineral that seemed to blend in with the floor.

"What the fork are you doing with that?"

"Practicing my magic and a video game career at the same time! I just designed a maze…out of salt. Slugs hate salt. Therefore, you have to find your way out of the maze without running into the salt walls. However, there are also magically hidden salt mines that, once stepped on, will cover you in an explosion of salt! The farther you get to the end, the more mines there are. I'll give you five lives."

"…Are you essentially putting me in a video game?"

"Yes. But instead of video, it's salt. Start sliming; I'll turn you back to normal if you can make it to the end in less than six minutes." It was going to be a long day…

As luck would have it, Slugman…I mean, Eggman, had made it out of the maze with one second to spare, and no lives. Sure, he was covered in slime when he came returned to normal, but it was all for the better. The last patient was Ciel. Calm, sane Ciel…not! Instead of sitting on the chair, he had thoroughly shredded the furniture, and covered the floor in a fine layer of chair carnage.

"…And how does wrecking the room make you feel?" Robotnik asked. The winged hedgehog raised an eyebrow.

"Now why does everyone keep calling me Ciel? Don't you realize that I am vastly superior to that little runt? We look nothing alike either!" In truth, the only difference between normal Ciel was the red eyes and the slightly deeper voice, but Eggman thought it best not to bring it up.

"So who are you?"

"…When I was still a Black Volt, I was known as Kral'ack Prunaaal; Volt Warrior and parent of one, but in this form, you may call me Paranoia."

The doctor didn't know quite what to make of this. He had seen this part of Ciel before, and he had heard that Ciel had been revived by a Black Volt, but…this was something else entirely. Talking to psychopaths made people think that. "So then, Mr. Paranoia…where is Ciel?"

"Asleep."

"And you live in his mind?"

"Precisely. He doesn't let me out nearly enough. All I want is some life force, maybe some blood and gore as a treat…except yours. Your energy makes me sick...literally." The silence that filled the room seemed like the calm before the storm, and Eggman was regretting the choice to not buy life insurance.

"Meep!" Turning about, the scientist noticed Miffskin of all people (aliens, more like) gliding into the room. Instantly, she was grabbed by Paranoia.

"Miffskin, you good girl! Coming all the way out here for your mother…such a good little Black Wing. Yes you are, yes you are!"

"…Mother?" Eggman asked as Paranoia continued to coo over her 'good little girl.' The ex-alien nodded.

"Yes. Any Black Arm can have children, and we're technically genderless, but the closest term in English I could find in was Mother…but yes, Miffskin is my one child; the only good thing Ciel ever did was finding her." Well, this was a revelation. The voice in Ciel's head was a girl (and since all Black Arms could be females, this meant Black Doom was…ughh….), and that the youngest sibling was by all means the craziest…

"I think I'll be leaving now. Farewell." The doctor turned to leave the room, with all hopes of escaping.

"Did I say you could leave?" Paranoia asked darkly. "I don't believe I had a chance to rip your flesh off yet. I need a chance to see if there actually is anything under that bulbous body growth.

"…Crap…" All hopes of escaping were hereby crushed.

After realizing that there was nothing left to shoot, Shadow left the white room he was left in, meeting up with an extremely bored Gemini. Entering the third room, they were greeted by an enthusiastic Ciel.

"Happy Friday guys!"

"…Friday?" Both of the siblings asked. Ciel nodded.

"Well, I woke up here with Miffy in my lap, and Eggman cowering in fear behind a ripped up couch. The only days I wake up to scared people hiding behind furniture are on Fridays, so I figured that was today!"

"And you're back to normal now?" Gemini asked. The winged sibling nodded.

"Never been better! Though Paranoia seems a little angry that I didn't let him play any more…but I'm used to rants."

Shadow, meanwhile, looked confused. "Paranoia?"

"Long story. Now, are we just going to stay here?"

"Don't see why we should." Pulling out a Chaos Emerald, the siblings disappeared…Eggman, however, was still there. And he stayed there, cowering in fear, until GUN returned and dragged him away…into the nearest mental institute.

"Well that obviously didn't work," one of the soldiers stated. "So what now?"

"…Not sure," the commander replied. "We'll have to try something else later…or else."

"Or else what?"

"Not sure. Got any chips?" Ah, the intelligence of the government is truly astounding, no?

…Yeah, Paranoia finally got introduced. For the record, Paranoia is referred to as a boy since he's in a male body (Ciel's), and as he said, Black Arms are mostly genderless in the first place. Expect to see Paranoia a bit more in the future, okay?

Anyway, I apologize (as usual) for the long time it took me to update, but writer's block is a killer. Once I go back to school (tomorrow) and get into a schedule again, it may be easier to update…or not. I do have two other stories going on at the moment, you know.

Well, I'll see you all next update! X3

(Note: I have one other story with Paranoia, that's more serious. Erase the spaces and type it in the url if you want to read: http//ciel-hedgehog. deviantart. com/art/ For-Blue-Sage- Destroyer -57666294 Enjoy!)