First and foremost, ignore the last chapter. I am still plotting revenge on Saint for that...

Second... I typed up something here but the laptop overheated and randomly shut down, so that's been deleted...

Anyway, guess I'll have to re-tell. Saint and I head down with Affie and Nick to Disney again on the 23rd. As long as I don't have to go on Small World again, it should be fun.

Had to stock up on Dramamine and other knock-out meds for the flight, especially since we have a layover.

Yeah, in case you somehow missed the memo... I don't do airplanes.

It's like, I'm in the air, which is perfectly natural, but I'm not the one keeping myself there. In fact, its a metal sardine can with wings that's keeping me up there. And if it starts to go down, I don't know if I can get myself, Saint, and Affie out safely.

And did I mention how fnicking small it is in there?

...Ok, so Saint says it's not really that small, that there's just a lot of people in there and it's crowded. Whatever. The minute I get in there, the walls start closing in and it starts looking pretty small to me.

It's a small plane after all... GAH!

I really hate this, you know. This claustrophobia issue. The last thing I want to do is start freaking out just because I'm in a small space. I mean, it's ridiculous, but I can't help it. I was talking to Saint about it the other day, causing her to go on and on about how phobias usually don't make sense and it's ok and blah blah blah.

After I explained to her that I didn't care about all that crap and just wanted to be rid of it, Saint got this crazy idea to... Cure me...

So begins this therapist's first try at... Hypnosis...


"You are getting sleepy..."

"No, Saint, no I'm not." I rolled my eyes, starting to get out of my chair. "Look, I'll just-"

"NOOO!" I hadn't realized until then how into this hynotism thing Saint had gotten. "Fang, hypnosis doesn't work unless you believe it will!" She pushed me back down into the chair. "Believe, Fnickles, believe!"

"Stop calling me 'Fnickles' and I'll consider." I answered, sitting back down and crossing my arms. "Alright, go."

Once again, Saint began swinging Zia's yo-yo in my face. Yo-yo, you ask? Well, we were fresh out of pocket watches and it was the best subsitute we had.

"You are getting sleepy..." Saint said in her best hypnotist voice.

"If this gets anymore boring, I will be." I answered.

"Focus!" She snapped.

I sighed, resigning myself to just tuning Saint out and watching the yo-yo go back and forth.

And back and forth.

And back.

And forth.

And...

"FANG!"

"WHAT? WHAT? I DIDN'T DO IT!" I yelled, nearly falling out of my chair.

"What did you not do, Fang?" Saint asked, giving me an evil grin.

"I... Don't know." I said. "But I'm sure I didn't do it."

Saint rolled her eyes. "So, feel any different?"

"No..." I said, blinking a couple times to help me wake up. "Should I?"

"Well, you were watching the yo-yo, and then you just... Passed out. I tried talking to you and stuff, but got no response. I did try to set a sort of, like, key word to stop your claustrophobia."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, when I say this word, you should just stop being afraid of small spaces." She paused for a moment. "Either that, or you'll suddenly think you're one of the Na'vi people from Avatar and try to lead an attack on the Sky People. I wasn't really specific."

I didn't bother to ask her how or why my turning into a Na'vi was a possibility. I didn't want to know.

"Well, give me the key word." I said, crossing my arms.

Saint grinned. "Fnickles."

And then...

Nothing happened.

But, once in a great while, I get these... Urges. Urges to mess with Saint like she messes with me. And at that moment, such an urge overtook me.

I flew out of my chair and grabbed the closest thing to me; a clothes hanger. "Stay back!" I told her. "I don't know how you got me here, but I will not stay prisoner to the Sky People!"

Saint rolled her eyes. "I was kidding, Fang."

"Silence! Eywa protect me! You cannot destroy my people!"

"For this, I should paint you blue and braid your hair next time you pass out." Saint said. "Put the clothes hanger down, soldier."

I let out a war cry and rushed past her out of our room and down the hall into the kitchen. I jumped up on a chair, holding my clothes hanger high in the air. "Down with the Sky People!"

Saint followed me out, arms crossed, shaking her head. "You are ridiculous sometimes, you know that?"

I let out a second war cry, just as the door to the apartment swung open and Niki walked in, carrying groceries.

"Hey, guys, I was... Ummm... Fang?"

I froze, clothes hanger still high in the air. "Niki... Hi."

"What are you doing, boyfriend?" Niki asked, staring. (Niki calls everyone boyfriend/girlfriend.)

"Ahhh... Conquering the Sky People." I answered.

"I see..." Niki said, her eyes travelling to my 'weapon'.

I let my arm drop. "I'mma go... Conquer Sky People in my room..."

Never have I voluntarily left a kitchen so quickly.


So, not only do I still fear small spaces, Niki now thinks I have an Avatar obsession

I blame this all on Saint. Every bit.

...Though, if I ever needed to, I bet I wouldn't look that bad in blue.

-Fang Not Fnickles