Mewtwo was in his bedroom, shaking Toon Link's hand and motioning the little warrior to take a seat in on of the three really big and comfortable looking recliners. Mewtwo was actually wearing clothes for a change, and damn he liked to dress snazzy. He was giving Phoenix Wright a run for his money; wearing a lite purple three-piece suit, complete with alligator shoes, reading glasses, and a silk tie. He even had a little purple rose pinned on his suit jacket. Sure, all this purple sounds ridiculous, but somehow he made it work. His attire matched the odd classy look his room was rocking.

Another chandelier! Right in the middle of his ceiling, hanged another chandelier! But this one was made out of real stainless steel and has a more simple look going. The rest of the room was decorated like a living room: three recliners, a matching loveseat, a glass coffee table right in the middle of all those seats, and a classy little rug that was big enough to cover the whole room. The place looked more like a waiting room than a bedroom. In fact, there wasn't even a bed anywhere!

The snazzied up Mewtwo let Toon Link sit down and get comfortable before turning to me, who was standing in the doorway with a look of impressed confusion twisting my face. "Excuse me, young lady," he said to me. "Do you mind closing the door all the way? I have the AC on, and you're letting all the cold air out."

"Oh! Oh, yeah, sure." I said as I stepped officially into Mewtwo's suppose-to-be bedroom and closed the door behind me. "Sorry, I was just surprised by the lack of bed in this bedroom. For a second there I though I was back in my family room."

Mewtwo chuckled, understanding my confusion. "Oh, yes. I actually get that a lot," he answered back. He stood up to pour Toon Link some hot cocoa while still talking to me. "You see, I found that it would cost me an arm and a tail to rent a loft in town, so I figured I would just turn my own room here into my workspace and just buy on of those loveseats that pull out into a bed. But then my girlfriend invited me to live with her in her room, so everything worked out!" He handed Toon Link the cocoa, who clapped his hands and began chugging it down. "Amazing how things like that workout, huh?" he finished as he poured my a mug.

I look over to the coffee table, where a picture of Mewtwo and Palutena hugging each other was framed and on full display, and then back to Mewtwo. "Yeah, it's insane." I agreed as I accepted the drink.

"I'm glad you agree," Mewtwo sat down in the recliner facing Toon Link, crossing his legs and he pulled a notepad and pen from his suit jacket. "Now, as soon as you finished your drink, young lady, can you please leave? All my appointments are private."

Toon Link gulped down the last of his drink before he began jumping up and down in his seat. "No, don't kick her out!" he said, waving his arms about. "She's my friend! She can stay! And besides, even if she does leave she can still write a whole chapter about our session." The little warrior then turned to me with a little-confused look on his face. "That is how it works, right Ants?"

I sipped my cocoa and gave him a thumbs up.

Mewtwo lowered his notepad and looked over at me, a little shocked. "Hold on," he said, adjusting his glasses. "Are you the Ants? As in, our author Ants?"

"Yup," I answered, wiping the foam mustache I had on my upper lip. "The one and only."

Mewtwo got up from his seat to shake my hand. "It's a true honor to finally meet you instead of you yelling at us through the ceiling." he gushed as he shook my hand. "Thank you so much for having me become a therapist and me and Palutena get together. This is the nicest anyone's ever treated me in a fanfiction."

"Oh! Therapist! That's it!" I snapped my fingers together, finally understanding everything. "Sorry," I said to Mewtwo as I got him to quit shaking my hand. "For the story to get anywhere I sometimes have myself not know what's going on,"

"Ah, yes! I completely understand." Mewtwo clapped his hands in appreciation. "I would expect nothing less from such a confused yet talented person."

"Oh, yeah, I have no idea where I've gotten such talent, but I- WAIT." I turned to the Pokémon and pointed an accusing finger at him. "What the heck did you mean by confused, baldy?"

Toon Link calmly sipped his second cup of cocoa he took without asking as Mewtwo shook his head. "Why, it's quite obvious, actually," he replied as he sat back down in his recliner. "But this is supposed to be Toon Link's therapy session, not yours. So, if you really want to know-"

"YES," I growled through my teeth.

"-You are welcome to come back after your hunt is done to talk about it." Mewtwo pulled out is date book and flipped through it. "Tuesday afternoon is when I take walk-ins, but I'm also open every other Saturday, but I suggest you call first."

"No!" I exclaimed while typing away on my New 3DS. "I refuse to leave without answers!" Sardonyx's hammer from Steven Universe appeared and I grabbed it from the air and pointed it at Mewtwo. "For the sake of your health I strongly suggest you answer me now: What did you mean by confused?"

Toon Link raised his hand. "Oh! Oh! Maybe he thinks you're gay!"

I slumped over, then turned to the little warrior. "I literally just hit on Snake. I'm pretty damn sure I'm straight."

He tilted his head, unsure. "Can I check your internet history just to be safe?" Toon Link asked.

I swung the hammer around my head a few times before throwing it at my new friend. "What's wrong with a simple 'yes' nowadays!" I screamed while watching Toon Link jump out of his seat and duck for cover.

"And what's wrong with a simple 'later'?" Mewtwo asked, still calmly seated.

"That's different!" I growled as I picked back up the hammer.

"How?"

I lowered my weapon just long enough to think that question over. "Well, yes was a direct answer, for starters," I said with the hammer over my shoulder. "Which is what I want from you, but you're not giving me. That, and I'm the author! I have every right to demand answers from you creatures without questions! In fact, it's my duty! An author must not only entertain, but explain and even satisfy!"

"You think your audience is satisfied with the fact they still have no idea what is happening at Termina?" Mewtwo quipped.

"And what those nine Smashers are up to, including bigger me and slightly bigger me?" Toon Link added.

Hearing this, I realized I've been not-purposely stalling. I dropped my weapon and it disappeared, leaving me to rethink my actions again. "Gosh damn it," I mumbled. "I did it again."

I turned to Mewtwo and Toon Link, who were both sitting down. "I'm sorry for wasting your time," I said as I slowly typed on my New 3DS to get out of here. "I'll stop bothering you all now. I'll just get the nine back and finally leave you all alone."

Mewtwo shook his head. "Now now, Ants, you don't seem to get it-"

"Well, duh! Of course, I don't! I'M CONFUSED." I exclaimed, stomping my feet. "Ugh! What is that even suppose to mean? 'She's confused'? WHAT IS THAT EVEN SUPPOSE TO MEAN? SHUT UP TOON LINK."

The littlest green bean stood in his chair, shocked that I caught him even before he did something. "I didn't even say anything yet!" he said.

"Oh, forget it! Just forget it!" I threw my arms in the air, admitting defeat. "You win, Mewtwo! I'll come back later to find out what you mean by me being confused later. After I finally get those nine Smashers out of Termina, which I won't wait until later to do it, I'll do it right now! BYE."

I tapped ENTER on my 3DS and I was off on another adventure.

Once I was gone, Toon Link turned to Mewtwo and was just about to ask if Mewtwo could explain how could my New 3DS make weapons of mass destruction appear. But before he could, he noticed something about Mewtwo.

He was chuckling to himself.

Toon Link could take a hint. "Is that what you wanted?" he asked his therapist, pointing to where I was standing just a few seconds ago. "For Ants to get so upset she would promise to come back?"

"Hmmmmm... Maybe." Mewtwo replied in a way that made his answer sound like an obvious yes.

"But why?"

"Well, naturally I'd like her to write about me more, so I figured if I got her angry enough she'd have to write about me. Sure, it got a little out of hand a bit, but I guess it all worked out in the long run. For me, at least."

Toon Link raised his eyebrows. "So, is she confused?"

Mewtwo sat up straight when he was asked this. "Oh, no. Of course not. She's actually quite well put together." He replied with a tiny grin. "I'd just like being talked -or in this case written- about more. That, and being a therapist is a job, Toon Link. I have to drum up business somehow. What better than to... well, persuade my writer to become one of my patients?"

"Uhhh... First off, she's our writer. Second, isn't that sort of just tricking her-"

Mewtwo picked back up his notepad and pen and tapped them together loudly to cut Toon Link off. "Now now, Toon Link, you're already on the clock. Let's start your session, shall we?"

"Oh!" Toon Link sat up and immediately forgot what they were just talking about. "Oh, yeah! Sure!"

"Very good. Now, for starters, how have been?"

"Oh, pretty great!" Toon Link sat up straight and nodded his head excitedly. "I just had my bedroom ruined by Ants! and then fixed by Ants! And now she's off looking for the two other versions of me, and can't wait to see them again!"

Mewtwo stared at his client for a second, grasping how casually-excitedly he just said that roller-coaster of a paragraph. He then quickly turned to his notepad and scribbled like crazy on it. "Okay, and this is great how?..."

For some reason, I've always wanted to have Mewtwo be a therapist and I do not know why. I guess I just figured it'd be fun to write. But hey, this is Mewtwo we're talking about here, so he can't be a clean-cut therapist now, can he?

So my summer's almost over and soon I shall be entering my final year of high school. I'm homeschooled, so it's not a huge deal to me, but I'm really excited for college! ALL NIGHTERS AND RAMEN NOODLE DIETS HERE I COME! -The reason I bring this up is that I'm looking into colleges with good writing classes. This fanfic has really helped me improve and get in touch with my writing and I really want to make a career out of it, like writing for TV or something. I wonder if I could enter some of the chapters from this story as class papers but just change a few of the names? Hmmmmm...

Anywho, thanks once again for reading! I'm finally going to settle the Termina story arc once and for all! *Screams the word "finally" into a random void until voice gives out.* So stay tuned!