Fred's Analysis

by Race Baj

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters



"You better be a lot more behaved then Toad!" Mystique demanded as Fred came into the waiting room. He sat down and sighed, it was a rather long wait finally the Psychiatrist came out and told Fred to come in.

"No Mr. Dukes, how are you."

"Oh! Todd says you like playing the name game, I wanna be Martin."

"No! I mean, no Fred, instead we are going to play a game."

"Oh goody, and its Martin."

"No it isn't!"

"Should you be yelling at a person who is supposed to be having Psychological problems?" Fred asked as tears welded up in his eyes. "All my life its been 'look at the large fat kid with the Psychological problems', and your not making things easier!"

"But-"

"Its not fair! No one likes me! No one listens to me! No one understands me!" Fred was now into a full fledged whine and the Psychiatrist didn't know what to do. "You are being so mean, and after all, I must have problems or why would I be here! Why!" Fred now stood to his feet and grabbed the Psychiatrist by the shoulders and was shaking her.

"Please, don't hurt me." She meekly said.

"That's another thing, just cause I'm big doesn't mean I hurt people! I'm like a big teddy bear! But sometimes I want to rip the stuffing out of everything that lives!" Fred was growling now, all the sudden he stopped and smiled. "But you said something about a game!" Fred sat down and the Psychiatrist, while surprised tried to look professional and sat down.

"Yes Fred, I will say a word, and you tell me the first word that pops into your mind."

"Oh goody."

"Alright. Eyes."

"Explosions."

"School."

"Earthquakes."

"Blue."

"Demons."

"Mountains."

"Plummeting."

"Home."

"Collapsing."

"Oh my lord, what a disturbed mind you must have." The psychiatrist said shocked.

"But this is so fun, try some more."

"Field."

"Flowers."

"Forest."

"Teddy Bears."

"Now hold on!"

"What?"

"What happened to this disturbed angered person?"

"What disturbed angered person?"

"There was a disturbed angered person here?"

"You!"

"You?"

"No you!"

"Me!"

"Yes me, no I mean you, I mean... what were we even talking about!" The Psychiatrist now was sobbing in frustration.

"But I'm the one with mental issues." Just then Mystique looked in.

"Fred what did you do to her?"

"We played the word game, I think I'm cured." Fred happily walked out of the office.

"Is he?" Mystique asked surprised.

"It would take a gun to cure him!" The psychiatrist sobbed, not looking up."