Black Triforce: (Pounding head on wall) Aw, that chapter wasn't good… I should've worked on it a bit more… (notices the strange looks from readers) Uh… Here's the new chapter and Frosty Pickle Juice… that wasn't the social bunny from Sims 2. That was a random college student EP and I saw when we were stuck at FSU after a strings practice for an hour. (sniffles) And I lost my cool semi-goth notebook…

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With a new sense of confidence that I must've found somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I waltzed (not literally but you know what I mean) into the next room and called my new patient. But as soon as they stood up, my confidence sank back down to somewhere near my spleen.

My next patient was Blue.

Even though I had only been around him for ten minutes (maybe even less than that), I could tell why he was here. With the almost half-asleep stare, the nearly emotionless voice, the sighs, and the staring down at the floor, I was almost certain he was depressed (or extremely bored). I had run into cases like him before but… With what had happened before I wasn't sure what was actually wrong with him.

I walked stiffly back into my office with Blue trailing behind. As I looked for my clipboard I heard Blue shut the door. I was about to tell him where to sit but he cut me off.

"What did you discuss with Red? When he walked out of here and sat down, Pink asked if Red needed a hug. Without waiting for his answer Pink gave him one and there was absolutely no response from Red."

"Umm… that information is… is not to be disclosed with anyone other… other than the patient and… and myself…" I stuttered. Blue sighed.

"Please don't give me any of that crap. He usually hits Pink with a notebook that other therapists have given him until Pink starts crying like a small child." (The thought of Red beating me came back again.)

Blue continued, "But… I now understand that you were discussing his anger issues and how everyone back home thinks he's a psychopath because you cringed when I said he would hit Pink and because Red looked somewhat teary-eyed when Pink hugged him…" he trailed off looking deep in thought.

I went over all of the information so far: 'Let's see, the first was a sugar-crazed demon, the second was a violent ball of anger who really needed a hug, and now the third is Sherlock Holmes with pointed ears and no accent. What next!'

"…But I guess we shouldn't be talking about the others when we're here to talk about my problems. Dreadfully sorry." I looked down to find my patient sitting crossed legged on the floor.

"So doctor, what do you think my problem is?" His question caught me a bit off guard. According to the past few minutes, it seemed like there was nothing wrong with him. But I had to say (or make up) something.

"Well, you seemed a bit depressed when I first saw you. You were staring at the floor mostly, didn't seem to talk much, and sighed quite a bit…" I tried to collect my thoughts so I could say something else but I got nothing.

My patient sighed again. "I guess you're right. I am sort of depressed. But it's only because Red and Pink are always fighting, Green's always trying to get them to stop, and no one pays attention to me that much and when we're stuck in tough situations no one listens to me either even when I know what could get us out." He frowned.

"It's really annoying. So annoying that I just want to…" Blue crossed his eyes, made a gun with his hand, shot it, and made the impression of his brains coming out the side of his head. I sorry to admit this but… I panicked.

"Blue! Suicide is not the answer! There are still some people who care about you and…" My 'suicide is not the answer' speech was interrupted by a laugh.

"What made you think I was planning on killing myself? The gun thing? A friend of mine does that when they're frustrated. It helps them not kill themselves or someone else."

I swallowed. 'Oh. That's much more comforting knowing that I have a suicidal genius in the same room as me,' I thought to myself. 'And a simple hand gesture keeps him from killing himself or me. Peachy, just peachy…"

I must have been 'spacing out' as some of my younger patients call it because Blue waved his hand in my face. "Are you okay? Something… bothering you? Want to… talk about?"

I nodded and answered dumbly, "It's just that you and your, if you don't mind me calling them this, brothers are some of my oddest patients I've ever had. I've dealt with patients with mild schizophrenia but you three take the cake." I let out a small sob. "I don't even know why I became a therapist!"

Blue nodded sagely and merely said this, "Start from the beginning. I'm listening." So I started to tell my life story but about a fourth of the way through I realized something. Wasn't I supposed to be listening to him and not vice versa? In my head, the little mouse that runs on its little wheel began to run faster, and faster, until it ran so fast that it got caught in the wheel and it kept spinning, and spinning, until it finally stopped.

The mouse… then died. (It was a way one of my youngest patients referred to when they were confused. I think they saw it on television.)

I then realized that it was a trick! It was a trick to make me look like a fool! There was nothing wrong with Blue, nothing at all except that he was smart, clever, and extremely bored. He was just waiting to find an innocent human being like me and watch them squirm for his own amusement.

"Something wrong doctor? You suddenly stopped and now you're looking quite angered. Did I do something wrong?" Blue questioned like he had done nothing wrong.

"Yes, you did sir! I know that there is nothing wrong with you and you are doing this because you were bored with the people in your own land!" I screamed. How dare he take me as a fool!

Blue smirked, "Congratulations, you are one of the few humans that I find even remotely intelligent. It was fun to watch you take pity for me though. I all had to do was put on a mask of fake depression and poof, I gotpity and concern." Blue stood up and brushed himself off.

"Well, it was enjoyable while it lasted but… sadly, I must leave you. I'm planning on take over a small called Texas I think it will be entertaining. Farewell, and good luck with Pink." He then walked over to the broken window that Green had crashed through and jumped out. In horror, I ran over to the window and looked down only to find a small blue speck disappear down the street.

'Three down, on to go…' I sighed. 'Better go call the retirement office…'

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Black Triforce: Sugar demon, softie anger ball, evil mad genius… What should Pink be… hmm… Oh, sorry.Wow, that was also my longest chapter... (shakes head quickly) Anway...Review! Thankies.