Author's Note**
Sorry it took so long to get this little ending up but vacation popped up. It's weird, I know but hey, who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear.
Inside the hospital wing of the Charles Xavier Institute for Gifted Students there was a small room with one bed and walls made of a foamy grey material. On the door leading into this room there was a small window that several of the X-men had their faced pressed up against. Sam, Tabitha, Jamie, and Amara were all looking in on Roberto who was currently curled up against the padded wall with his hands over his head. He rocked backed and forth and every so often he would mumble and shake his dark haired head.
"So, what happened to him anyway?" Amara asked in a whisper. She had this really weird feeling that if Roberto heard her he might charge the door and start foaming at the mouth. Behind her Sam shrugged and brushed a bit of his shaggy hair out of his eyes.
"I don't know. I went past his room this afternoon and he was thrashing around and going on about . . . um . . . voodoo dolls, Raisinettes, and purple turtles."
Inside the room Roberto began to sing softly to himself, so that those outside could just barely hear him.
"Let's go out to the movies. Let's go out to the movies. Let's go out to the movies . . . and have ourselves a snack."
"Purple turtles?" Jamie asked with a frown. He wiggled his way in front of Amara and hopped up and down, trying to see through the window. "Wasn't someone else talking about purple turtles a little while ago?" He stopped jumping and shook his head. "This is getting me nowhere. Somebody get me a booster seat."
Ignoring his last request, Tabitha bobbed her head fervorently in agreement. "Hey, yeah. Yeah didn't Bobby mention something about turtles the other day? Something about them eating his toes?"
The four X-men present exchanged nods of agreement. Then the sound of falling footsteps reached their ears, followed by a very familiar catchy little movie tune.
"Let's go out to the movies. Let's go out to the movies. Let's go out to the movies . . . and have ourselves a snack."
They all turned around in time to see Bobby turn the corner. At first he didn't notice them; it wasn't until he came within a few feet that he glanced up to see them staring at him with mirroring expression of accusation on their faces. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"What?" he asked.
Tabitha stepped forward with one finger out stretched and pointed at his chest. "Did you do something to Roberto?" she demanded. Guilt washed over Bobby's face and he shrunk back as the others continued to stare at him.
"Uh . . . what?"
"Come on Bobby, what didja do to him?"
"No . . . nothing," he asserted, sticking his hands in his pockets and doing his best to appear innocent. Always willing to play games, Tabitha raised an eyebrow and conjured up several of her exploding plasma spheres.
"Come on Bobby," she repeated, tossing them up and down. Bobby's wide eyes followed the motion for a moment, as his attention was quite easily captured. Then his gaze held steady and focused in on her, a smirk gracing his lips.
"What did Bobby do? Oh. . nothing but give little Roberto a taste of his own purple medicine. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He burst out laughing like he had made some private joke and the others all stared in bafflement. "And now we will do the same to the rest of the WORLD! AHAHAHAHAHA! THE WORLD! All the world will BURN and TREMBLE beneath the FURY of the purple turtles! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
And with that, the mutant known as Iceman threw his hands up over his head and took off screaming his hysterical laughter. They could hear him as he disappeared around the corner and ran farther into the mansion. How could you not hear that craziness?
Abruptly though, it cut off. The four all stared at the place where Bobby had been standing with raised brows, each wondering just what the hell had just happened. They had all known that Bobby was a little . . . strange and violent at times, but they had never suspected that he might be nuts. What could have driven him to cause hurt to Roberto? Drugs? A brain tumor? Saturday morning cartoons? Oh, the humanity of it all! The world we live in is so wrought with horrors and-
Ah, forget it.
A few moments later Rogue appeared, one hand on her hip, looking as usual vaguely annoyed.
"Well what the hell was he screamin' 'bout? Betta not be those freakin' turtles again."