Black Triforce: Hi. Sorry for not updating, once again, in forever. I've had stupid state testing for the past two weeks and my language arts teacher is scaring me more than usually… (shrugs) Wellup, here's a new chapter.

After staring out my broken window for what seemed like hours, I cautiously poked my head out of my door to call my next patient.

"Er… Pink? It's your turn. Blue had to…leave?" I glanced around the room to find that Pink wasn't there. I also noticed an assortment of sticky notes on the floor and stuck to other various objects, and also red puddle on the carpet that looked slightly… like blood.

'Maybe he has ADD and forgot why he was here and left… or maybe…'

"Oooooowwwwwwiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" A sudden scream interrupted my thoughts. Pink then walked in rubbing his forehead and muttered something along the lines of 'When they say heavy-duty-super-sticky, they not joking'. A bit worried, I asked him what was wrong.

"Well… I was getting kind of bored just sitting in here, because you guys were taking forever. But then I found this cool pad of sticky-notes and started sticking them on bunches of stuff. Then I stuck one on my forehead but I couldn't get it off no matter how hard I tried so I went to the bathroom to see if anything in there would help. When I got in there I also saw this short little kid with crazy hair and he had all these sticker-ribbon-thingies stuck all over him that said 'I learned a new word and/or phrase!'"

Pink took a deep breath.

"To me it looked like he was having the same problem as me because he was pulling really really hard on them but I guess it hurt too much to pull them off because he yelled 'Quwap!' and walked out pouting. Anywho, I was in the bathroom and then I pulled as hard as I possibly could and torn the sticky-note off of my forehead. Aaalong with what I think was a thin layer of skin…"

Pink moved his hand from his forehead and I saw that there saw a rectangle of different colored skin. I winced. It must've hurt. I thanked him for his… interesting explanation and asked if he knew where Red was. I noticed he hadn't been sitting in the waiting room.

Pink, for some odd reason, seemed a bit uncomfortable with the question. "Umm… Red? He… uhh… had to leave. You know… an… an… anger management class. It's normal. So… can we start our session? Now?" He smiled nervously as he waited for my answer. I nodded and said of course. (I also noticed he was staring at the red spot on the carpet.)

I ushered him into my office and showed him where to sit. But as I sat down, I realized that, once again, I had no idea what to ask him. So I used default question R. (Or at least that was the one I thought I was on.)

"So… what do you enjoy Pink?" It was a silly question, one that you would ask a five-year-old, but I had nothing else. But Pink did paused to consider the question.

"Hmm… I like… stuffed animals… Yeah, I know it sounds stupid but it's just something from since I was little and… chocolate, definitely chocolate…" Pink paused as an odd grin came across his face. "And… blood… knives… the smell of rotting fle…" He suddenly tensed and put both hands over his mouth. He bolted out of his seat and shaking like some girls do when they see spiders or other bugs.

"Not good, not good! He's… he's… he's…" Pink instantly calmed down and smirked.

"I'm what?" I scooted my chair away from him. His voice was different. Not child-like but… scarier. Much, much scarier. Pink suddenly twitched violently and shook his head. He looked like a frightened animal.

"Doctor, help! He's a psychopath! He stabbed Red! He…" Pink instantly frowned and glared at the floor.

"Shut up."

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

I watched in horror at the scene playing out before me. Pink was having a shouting match with himself. He either schizophrenic… or extremely bi-polar. With one final yell, Pink sank to the floor with his head on his knees and finally said nothing. Using extreme caution, I walked over to him.

"Pink? Are you alright?" He slowly picked up his head.

"Of course I'm alright," I took many steps back because I knew something was defiantly wrong. Pink turned around completely. The look in his eyes did not belong to the person, elf, boy I had met earlier.

"That little pain-in-the-ass is stuck in here!" Pink smirked as he pointed to his head. "And I'm in control. Which is good, because he's so… boring." He paused and made a face. "I hate boring people. They're just so… boring. I've gotten rid of most of the people who bore me, I you get my point."

I gulped. I was stuck in a room (by myself I might add) with a boredom-hating psychopath. My thoughts were racing back and forth in my head. I tried to think of something to say but only one phrase spilled out of my mouth.

"Please don't kill me. Please." The newly named Psycho-Side gave me an odd look that was either confused, amusement, or a combination of the two.

"Kill you? Now why would I do that? Is it just because oh, how do you humans say it… oh yes, 'Four score and seven years ago, I escaped out of prison and went on a homicidal rampage' Is that it? Don't worry. I'll only kill you if you start to get… boring. So entertain me," He gave me another odd smile and gestured me to start entertaining.

"Umm… before I start I… have one question. What is… wrong with you and Pink?"

Psycho-Side sighed and rolled his eyes. "I hate having to explain this to every idiot I run into… Look. The big baby and I are a part of a two-sided bipolar schizophrenia. The big baby is the 'good' side of it and me; I'm supposed to be the 'bad' to all of this. Understand ye of little brain capacity?" He frowned. "This is getting boring. Do something interesting.

I once again pulled a blank. What was I supposed to do? I've never been able to act well under pressure and knowing that my live was depending on the act didn't help much. I stretched my mind even farther then I usually did with my patients. A distant childhood memory saved me for at least a few more minutes.

"Staring contest?"

"What?" I must have muttered or maybe my idea was so stupid and ridiculous that Psycho-Side thought he had heard it wrong or something.

"Err… I said, would you like to have a," I gulped again. "Staring contest?"

Psycho-Side paused to consider this. "Hmm… why not? I'll win anyway,"

So the contest began.

We must have sat there for at least twenty minutes with neither of us moving. (I have to say that back when I was younger I held my town's staring record.) A few minutes later Psycho-Side's eyes started to droop. My first thought was that he was doing that as a trick to make me think I was wining. But then it dawned on me.

'He's falling asleep!'

We sat there a few seconds longer when Psycho-Side's eyes completely closed and he slumped out of his chair. I blinked my eyes as much as I could as I looked in wonder at the snoozing killer who was snoring lightly on my carpet. But then he twitched, sat up, rubbed eyes, and glanced at me in utter terror. The disturbing look in his eyes were gone; replaced with the childish innocence and stupidity that was obviously Pink's.

"Doctor! He's asleep but he might wake up soon because I accidentally tripped over him on my way out so I have to make his fast. There's only one way to get him back under control!" Pink stood up and rummaged around my desk for a piece of paper and something to write this and scribbled something down.

"Here! When he wakes up you… Ow! He's pulling on my ears! He must want control again really badly! You have to read this!" He finished hurriedly as he shoved the piece of paper in my face. I opened my mouth to ask him a question but he silenced me by yelling:

"Don't ask questions! No time! He's coming back uhh…" Pink never got to finish his sentence because Psycho-Side woke up and started screaming (what I believed to be) curses in some unknown language at himself. Then grinning like the homicidal madman that he was, Psycho-Side slowly walked over to me holding a pair of scissors.

"Okay doc, you're starting to bore me. Time to die!" he laughed at me. In desperation, I tried to find something to defend myself with but only found a paperclip.

'I'm doomed…' I thought silently to myself until I remembered the piece of paper Pink had so rudely in my face. I pulled it out of my pocket and skimmed it over quickly. I groaned. What was written on the paper couldn't have saved me.

Or at least that was what I thought.

"In Happy Land there is a bear…" I began.

"Who wants to hug your derrière!"

Psycho-Side froze and stammered, "Wha… what are you doing!" With a new sense of confidence, I continued to read the silly poem on my paper.

"Mr. Bearlybutt is your friend,

So sit on him with your rear end!" I finished with much gusto as Psycho-Side fell to his knees screaming,

"Ahh! I hate that poem! It's… it's just too cute! And… and stupid! Ahh!" He pulled on his hair and yelled some more until he suddenly fell silent once more. I walked over to him cautiously; armed with a clipboard just in case. His shoulders quivered slightly and I heard him start to, not laugh, but giggle. Yes giggle, like a small giddy schoolgirl. I sighed and put down my clipboard because I knew it had to be Pink. No one else would have giggled like that.

Pink hopped up, ran over to me, and hugged me before I could do any thing about it. "Thank you oh so very much doc! Old Meanie was getting really hard to handle. I knew it was a bit of a bad idea to come here because me and him don't have equal control yet. We have an SPA class to go to later."

He must've thought I looked confused because he also added, "Schizophrenic Psychopaths Anonymous. There are two really nice guys in my class named Yugi and Kyoshiro and they're like me! They have scary people in their head too."

We stood there for a few seconds without talking. "Well… I guess I need to get going now. Bye!" Pink said cheerfully before walking out while humming happily.

As soon as he was out of view I shut my door, walked over to my desk, and pulled out a bottle of aspirin. I opened it only to find it empty. I sighed and tossed it into the large bucket that held all of the other thousands of bottles that used to hold my aspirin.

Black Triforce: (listening to headphones) Are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the… (notices readers) Uhh… hi. How was the chapter? It's my longest chapter yet! Oh, and this isn't the last chappie. There's going to be another one that kind of fills in holes if I had any… Whatever. Review! Thankies.