AUTHORS NOTE:
Well, I thought I'd say something to one of the reviewers... he's the only one I've seen thus far that I have something to say to, so here goes.
MTD: Re: your second review. I'm not trying to prove my "vast knowledge of the show." If I wanted to do that, then I'd be listing off all these events that happened in other episodes that had nothing to do with the plot. For example, I might write a dialogue with... Erm... Sid and Helga.
Sid: Admit it, Helga. You like Arnold. You know you do.
Helga: I do not! Just because I've walked on his fire escape at two o'clock in the morning chanting something about love, and followed him everywhere while shooting down cans and bottles purposefully shaped like him, or pretended to have amnesia and/or blindness just to be with him, and made up a crazy secret identity just so I could help him save the neighbourhood doesn't mean I like him!
Sid: You forgot that you helped him beat your dad in that "Parents Day" competition and you've leaped into his arms quite a few times... oh, and you kissed him when you were filming "Babewatch" and for a loooooooooooong time in "Romeo and Juliet."
See what I mean? I could go on forever. What's the use of creating characters or plot devices if you aren't going to use them?
And also: The point wasn't really to "shock" anyone. I mean, one could tell Helga was going to have Déjà vu simply by reading the "plot summary" (if you call "Helga begins to have strange dreams that suddenly becom real" a summary). Usually when people have Déjà vu, it's only images, faces or still shots from life (like me. My déjà vu only lasts for a few seconds). I don't think many people have more than just an image. You could be different and have more and actually remember it all, but I'm just writing a fanfiction here! AHHHHHH! Don't take offense at any of this, you must remember, I am a psycho after all.
And I like Jar Jar Binks. I'd hug him, but alas, he is nothing but a Computer Generated character in a movie (that I thought was rootin' tootin' good, back in the days when I was 11). *Sigh* The Real World always ruins all my fun.
And, an actual note on the story, I gave Norman Bates the honor of having his name in here! Everyone give a big round of applause for Norman Bates! ...Okay, that's kinda... wrong, but he's the best damn Psycho this side of the Outer Rim!
Anyway, before this reply gets longer than the story itself, Chapter Six everyone!
CHAPTER SIX: "Discoveries and Ideas"
"Helga, am I to believe that that was another attack of Déjà vu?" Phoebe asked, jogging up beside her.
"Yeah, Phoebe," Helga replied. "It was." She got over to a secluded spot on the playground and sat down. Phoebe soon joined her. "This is getting out of hand, Pheebs!" Helga exclaimed. "What am I going to do to stop this?" Helga thought for a moment, and then was hit with an idea. "I could stop sleeping! Then I won't dream about anything bad happening, and everything will go back to normal."
"That doesn't seem like a wise decision, Helga," Phoebe said. "It would only take a matter of days before you would begin to be even more irritable, you'd always suffer from drowsiness and most likely horrible headaches..." Phoebe paused a moment to think of more side effects. "You'd hallucinate, be less resistant to pain-"
"All right Phoebe!" Helga exclaimed. "I get the point, I don't stop sleeping. But how am I supposed to stop these dreams from happening?"
"What you dream foretells the future," Phoebe said soothingly. "They don't alter it."
"I guess you're right, Phoebe," Helga muttered.
"You should bring it up with Dr. Bliss at your appointment," Phoebe said. "She could give you advice on what to do."
Helga nodded and looked over to where Arnold and the other boys were. Curly and Park had just joined them. Curly had a demonic expression on his face.
"I've figured it out!" Curly said. Park rolled his eyes. "I've figured out what Corn Nuts are!" Harold saw the bag of Corn Nuts and grabbed his stomach.
"Oh man, I'm so HUNGRY!" Harold said. "Gimmie those Corn Nuts!" Harold lunged for them. Curly circumvented the oncoming boy and tripped him. Harold landed on the ground with a thud. He didn't see that he landed on Eugene.
"Ow. My tummy hurts! Mammie!" Harold whined from the ground.
"I'm okay!" Came Eugene's muffled cry from beneath the belly of Harold.
"What did you come to conclude about the Corn Nuts, Curly?" Sid asked.
"They're not corn, and they're not nuts!" Curly exclaimed.
"Well gosh, Curly," Stinky said. "If they ain't what they say they are, what in the heck are they?"
"They're actually demons who were past rulers of the underworld trapped in a small, kernel of. ranch flavored. stuff," Curly said, puzzling over the bag a moment before cackling maniacally and holding the bag high over his head.
"Honestly," Helga said, turning to Phoebe. "I don't see why they haven't already thrown him in the loony bin yet."
"I-I." Phoebe stuttered. "I'm afraid I have to concur."
* * *
Helga walked into the Hillwood Medical Center at 3:25 PM later that day. She was pleased, and she was sure Dr. Bliss would be too. Helga was actually early for a change. Today she had something most urgent to talk to the good Doctor about, and she wanted as much time as she needed to get it all out.
She pushed through the front doors and greeted the receptionist. Helga went up to the second story and found Dr. Bliss's door. She poked her head in and saw Dr. Bliss waiting patiently by the window for her patient.
"Good afternoon, Helga," Dr. Bliss said. "You're early today. Please, have a seat."
"There's something I want to talk to you about, Dr. Bliss," Helga said hurriedly, quickly sitting down on the couch next to Bliss.
"Well, that's what I'm here for, Helga,' Dr. Bliss said. "Tell me what you need to tell me."
Helga informed her about the happenings of the last two days. Bliss listened fastidiously and nodded every now and then.
"Helga, did you ever have anything like this happen to you before?" Bliss asked. Helga thought a moment, and then replied, "No, not that I remember. Not like this."
"I see," Dr. Bliss said, scribbling notes. "Did you have any peculiar dreams before these?"
"Well, yes and no," Helga said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"What does that mean?" Bliss asked.
"I had the same dream over and over for two nights before all this happened," Helga said.
"Describe them."
"The dream was pretty vague," Helga said. "But the ending was pretty easy to understand. See, I'm standing in the park at night. A fog has just rolled in, a really thick fog. I see Arnold stumbling around in it.
"Well, anyway, I try to catch up with him, but I end up falling behind. After a while, he stops and turns around. I think that he sees me, but he's actually trying to navigate his way through the fog. I suddenly lose all ability to walk.
"As I stand helplessly a few feet away from him, I see a shadow rising up in the fog behind him. I try to get his attention, try to get him to turn around and see it, run away or anything, but I can't. He can't see me.
"Suddenly, a knife comes slicing through the fog and into his back." Helga gulped. "I watch for a few more minutes before I actually wake up." She shuddered. "And it's like I know the person who's doing it, but no name actually comes to mind. It's just some guy who escaped from prison. or the asylum."
"I see," Dr. Bliss said coolly. "And you say you had this dream two nights ago?"
"Yeah," Helga said. "Quite a few times. So what do you think I should do?"
"Well Helga," Dr. Bliss said. "I think you should use this situation to your advantage. You could warn Arnold of this event and keep him from ever getting hurt or killed."
"I guess you're right," Helga said. "But what if he doesn't listen to me?"
"I think he will," Dr. Bliss said. "You just have to tell him rationally. Don't use your normal tactics on him."
"What's wrong with my 'normal tactics?'" Helga asked, slightly offended.
"Somehow I don't think writing a note on a spitball and then throwing it at him will get his attention," Dr. Bliss replied jokingly.
"Point taken," Helga said. Dr. Bliss glanced at her watch.
"Oh my," she said. "The session's over." Dr. Bliss rose from her chair and held the door open for Helga. "I'll see you next week, Helga."
"Good bye, Dr. Bliss," Helga said. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem, Helga," Bliss said pleasantly.
Dr. Bliss watched Helga leave and then shut the door. She walked over to her bookshelf, chuckling at the idea that Helga would have Déjà vu. Bliss switched on the radio during the middle of a news report.
"This just in," The reporter on the radio announced. "It has been reported that known schizophrenic Norman Bates just escaped from the Hilldale asylum and is in the tri-city area. Be on the look out."
Dr. Bliss's jaw dropped.
Well, I thought I'd say something to one of the reviewers... he's the only one I've seen thus far that I have something to say to, so here goes.
MTD: Re: your second review. I'm not trying to prove my "vast knowledge of the show." If I wanted to do that, then I'd be listing off all these events that happened in other episodes that had nothing to do with the plot. For example, I might write a dialogue with... Erm... Sid and Helga.
Sid: Admit it, Helga. You like Arnold. You know you do.
Helga: I do not! Just because I've walked on his fire escape at two o'clock in the morning chanting something about love, and followed him everywhere while shooting down cans and bottles purposefully shaped like him, or pretended to have amnesia and/or blindness just to be with him, and made up a crazy secret identity just so I could help him save the neighbourhood doesn't mean I like him!
Sid: You forgot that you helped him beat your dad in that "Parents Day" competition and you've leaped into his arms quite a few times... oh, and you kissed him when you were filming "Babewatch" and for a loooooooooooong time in "Romeo and Juliet."
See what I mean? I could go on forever. What's the use of creating characters or plot devices if you aren't going to use them?
And also: The point wasn't really to "shock" anyone. I mean, one could tell Helga was going to have Déjà vu simply by reading the "plot summary" (if you call "Helga begins to have strange dreams that suddenly becom real" a summary). Usually when people have Déjà vu, it's only images, faces or still shots from life (like me. My déjà vu only lasts for a few seconds). I don't think many people have more than just an image. You could be different and have more and actually remember it all, but I'm just writing a fanfiction here! AHHHHHH! Don't take offense at any of this, you must remember, I am a psycho after all.
And I like Jar Jar Binks. I'd hug him, but alas, he is nothing but a Computer Generated character in a movie (that I thought was rootin' tootin' good, back in the days when I was 11). *Sigh* The Real World always ruins all my fun.
And, an actual note on the story, I gave Norman Bates the honor of having his name in here! Everyone give a big round of applause for Norman Bates! ...Okay, that's kinda... wrong, but he's the best damn Psycho this side of the Outer Rim!
Anyway, before this reply gets longer than the story itself, Chapter Six everyone!
CHAPTER SIX: "Discoveries and Ideas"
"Helga, am I to believe that that was another attack of Déjà vu?" Phoebe asked, jogging up beside her.
"Yeah, Phoebe," Helga replied. "It was." She got over to a secluded spot on the playground and sat down. Phoebe soon joined her. "This is getting out of hand, Pheebs!" Helga exclaimed. "What am I going to do to stop this?" Helga thought for a moment, and then was hit with an idea. "I could stop sleeping! Then I won't dream about anything bad happening, and everything will go back to normal."
"That doesn't seem like a wise decision, Helga," Phoebe said. "It would only take a matter of days before you would begin to be even more irritable, you'd always suffer from drowsiness and most likely horrible headaches..." Phoebe paused a moment to think of more side effects. "You'd hallucinate, be less resistant to pain-"
"All right Phoebe!" Helga exclaimed. "I get the point, I don't stop sleeping. But how am I supposed to stop these dreams from happening?"
"What you dream foretells the future," Phoebe said soothingly. "They don't alter it."
"I guess you're right, Phoebe," Helga muttered.
"You should bring it up with Dr. Bliss at your appointment," Phoebe said. "She could give you advice on what to do."
Helga nodded and looked over to where Arnold and the other boys were. Curly and Park had just joined them. Curly had a demonic expression on his face.
"I've figured it out!" Curly said. Park rolled his eyes. "I've figured out what Corn Nuts are!" Harold saw the bag of Corn Nuts and grabbed his stomach.
"Oh man, I'm so HUNGRY!" Harold said. "Gimmie those Corn Nuts!" Harold lunged for them. Curly circumvented the oncoming boy and tripped him. Harold landed on the ground with a thud. He didn't see that he landed on Eugene.
"Ow. My tummy hurts! Mammie!" Harold whined from the ground.
"I'm okay!" Came Eugene's muffled cry from beneath the belly of Harold.
"What did you come to conclude about the Corn Nuts, Curly?" Sid asked.
"They're not corn, and they're not nuts!" Curly exclaimed.
"Well gosh, Curly," Stinky said. "If they ain't what they say they are, what in the heck are they?"
"They're actually demons who were past rulers of the underworld trapped in a small, kernel of. ranch flavored. stuff," Curly said, puzzling over the bag a moment before cackling maniacally and holding the bag high over his head.
"Honestly," Helga said, turning to Phoebe. "I don't see why they haven't already thrown him in the loony bin yet."
"I-I." Phoebe stuttered. "I'm afraid I have to concur."
* * *
Helga walked into the Hillwood Medical Center at 3:25 PM later that day. She was pleased, and she was sure Dr. Bliss would be too. Helga was actually early for a change. Today she had something most urgent to talk to the good Doctor about, and she wanted as much time as she needed to get it all out.
She pushed through the front doors and greeted the receptionist. Helga went up to the second story and found Dr. Bliss's door. She poked her head in and saw Dr. Bliss waiting patiently by the window for her patient.
"Good afternoon, Helga," Dr. Bliss said. "You're early today. Please, have a seat."
"There's something I want to talk to you about, Dr. Bliss," Helga said hurriedly, quickly sitting down on the couch next to Bliss.
"Well, that's what I'm here for, Helga,' Dr. Bliss said. "Tell me what you need to tell me."
Helga informed her about the happenings of the last two days. Bliss listened fastidiously and nodded every now and then.
"Helga, did you ever have anything like this happen to you before?" Bliss asked. Helga thought a moment, and then replied, "No, not that I remember. Not like this."
"I see," Dr. Bliss said, scribbling notes. "Did you have any peculiar dreams before these?"
"Well, yes and no," Helga said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"What does that mean?" Bliss asked.
"I had the same dream over and over for two nights before all this happened," Helga said.
"Describe them."
"The dream was pretty vague," Helga said. "But the ending was pretty easy to understand. See, I'm standing in the park at night. A fog has just rolled in, a really thick fog. I see Arnold stumbling around in it.
"Well, anyway, I try to catch up with him, but I end up falling behind. After a while, he stops and turns around. I think that he sees me, but he's actually trying to navigate his way through the fog. I suddenly lose all ability to walk.
"As I stand helplessly a few feet away from him, I see a shadow rising up in the fog behind him. I try to get his attention, try to get him to turn around and see it, run away or anything, but I can't. He can't see me.
"Suddenly, a knife comes slicing through the fog and into his back." Helga gulped. "I watch for a few more minutes before I actually wake up." She shuddered. "And it's like I know the person who's doing it, but no name actually comes to mind. It's just some guy who escaped from prison. or the asylum."
"I see," Dr. Bliss said coolly. "And you say you had this dream two nights ago?"
"Yeah," Helga said. "Quite a few times. So what do you think I should do?"
"Well Helga," Dr. Bliss said. "I think you should use this situation to your advantage. You could warn Arnold of this event and keep him from ever getting hurt or killed."
"I guess you're right," Helga said. "But what if he doesn't listen to me?"
"I think he will," Dr. Bliss said. "You just have to tell him rationally. Don't use your normal tactics on him."
"What's wrong with my 'normal tactics?'" Helga asked, slightly offended.
"Somehow I don't think writing a note on a spitball and then throwing it at him will get his attention," Dr. Bliss replied jokingly.
"Point taken," Helga said. Dr. Bliss glanced at her watch.
"Oh my," she said. "The session's over." Dr. Bliss rose from her chair and held the door open for Helga. "I'll see you next week, Helga."
"Good bye, Dr. Bliss," Helga said. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem, Helga," Bliss said pleasantly.
Dr. Bliss watched Helga leave and then shut the door. She walked over to her bookshelf, chuckling at the idea that Helga would have Déjà vu. Bliss switched on the radio during the middle of a news report.
"This just in," The reporter on the radio announced. "It has been reported that known schizophrenic Norman Bates just escaped from the Hilldale asylum and is in the tri-city area. Be on the look out."
Dr. Bliss's jaw dropped.