Black Triforce: I was going to write the sequel for my other story but… (shakes head) No ideas yet. Anyway, enjoy this instead!
Disclaimer that counts for whole story: No, I do not own Legend of Zelda or anything else and the personas I give the characters are frankly my opinion and ideas. Please don't sue or yell at me for something I just explained.
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It had started out like any other day. I had just finished a session and was taking my aspirin like I usually do after an especially tough therapy. My last patient was an odd, almost gothic girl who tended to… ignore me most of the time. Even though she was seeing me for attitude related reasons, she would answer me (when she actually decided to) with things like 'Chibi Yami thinks that question is stupid,' or 'Dis finds that question to be completely redundant due to the current situation and wonders who the hell gave you your degree because they should be the ones here not me.'
I took these answers because I thought they were merely tests to see if I would believe in these multiple persons who supposedly live in her head. But at our most recent session after my patient answered me with, 'If you wish to know the answer to that you can come in here, in the darkness of my head, and ask Namida,' I frowned and sternly asked her why she insisted on using these made up people to hide behind and explain her horrible attitude. My patient tensed, stood up, headed for the door and before opening it turned and said these words,
"You will pay for trying to invade the innermost corners of my mind! It's my sacred happy place! Mark my words, you WILL PAY! And it will come it a way closest to you! You have been warned!" As soon as she finished my patient threw open the door and ran out. Her psychotic laughter echoed along with her footsteps.
This leads me to where we began; I was sitting in my office taking my aspirin when suddenly there was knock on my door. I walked over and answered it only to find no one outside. But as I was just about to go back inside, I noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor. I picked it up and this it was it read in a fast, yet delicate, cursive writing:
Dear Sir or Madam:
I've had it! There's just too many of them and they're all driving me insane!
My sources have informed me of how good you are and I think you will do the job. All you need to do is get them at least SOMEWHAT sane and get their personalities a little more even. If you do, there will be a very large payment. Your patients will be coming quite soon so I hope this gets to you before they come so you will have time to prepare. Best of luck!
With all due respect,
The bottom of the paper had been torn off so I had no idea whom this mysterious client was. I noticed that the writer had said patients; with an s. Apparently their referrer did not inform them that I only saw one patient at a time but I could always explain to them as soon as they arrived.
I didn't have to wait long.
It was about three minutes later when I heard a faint rumbling coming from the hallway. I had no idea what was going on so I backed away from my door. No sooner than I had, the door to my office (and a small section of the wall) had burst down. As I coughed on the dust I heard voices. Not in my head of course but… you know what I mean. (I wouldn't be able to do my job if I had a psychiatric problem myself.) Also, to my horror I realized that these must be my patients and asked myself why I hadn't out myself up for early retirement.
"Agh! Look what you did,"
"We wouldnt've accidentally broke it if someone had been looking where he was going…"
"Shut it!"
"Come on guys, knock it off…"
"Ow! Green! Red's picking on me again!"
I paused. Green? Red? It wasn't making any sense. Who in their right mind would name their children after colors? Well… unless it was maybe the French or Spanish way of saying it, but that seemed unlikely. Or maybe… maybe the parents were on some sort of drug when they thought up the names. No… That was a bit too unlikely.
So why did they refer to one another as colors?
I soon found out as the dust cleared. Standing in front of me were four boys that were most likely in their upper teens. The odd thing though was that they all looked alike. Same height, same hair color, same eyes, same strange long ears, same pair of tights (I still have no idea why they were wearing those), same everything! Well, almost everything. Each boy was wearing a different color.
The first one was dressed in green and had frustrated look on his face. The second was dressed in red and glaring angrily. The third was dressed in blue and seemed somewhat depressed. The last was dressed… in pink. Slightly disturbing yes, but he also was sticking his tongue out at the one in red.
"Umm… Hello… gentlemen," I greeted them nervously. I still was somewhat shaken from the whole breaking down my door surprise. "Hi!" The boy in pink was the first to respond, and quite cheerful I might add. The others responded a bit differently. The blue one looked up from the floor and nodded in my direction, the one in red grunted, and the green one looked at the ruins that used to be my door, looked back at me and said, "Sorry about that, We… were having issues on the way here. You must be the doctor right?"
I nodded and stated that I could only talk to one person at a time. I assured them that it was merely for privacy reason. After an uncomfortable silence, they all agreed. (Some more willingly than others.) I motioned for the first one to follow me into the next room and silently prayed that this wasn't what my last patient had warned me about.
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Black Triforce: Well? How was it? Good, bad, just tell me already! If some people like it, then I shall continue it. If not, then… poof, it is gone. Well, time to review… NOW. Thank you.