Chapter 2: Freddy's Session

As Todd hopped into the room, Freddy went into the second room on the left. He sat down, wondering what would be in store for him. Todd had seemed happy, but he had chosen to sneak pixie stix into the room, so that explained one thing.

"Okay, talk." A man in a black business suit with gelled back blonde hair walked into the room.

"Um. "Freddy stared at him.

"Call me Mr. Williams." the man grumbled. He was obviously having a bad day.

"Okay Mr. Williams. I guess I should start with my issues with people laughing at me. I don't really know when that started. I think it was when people laughed and called me fat." he sighed. Mr. Williams raised an eyebrow.

"I grew up on a farm. It had cows, and chickens, and horses, and pigs as most farms do. When I was twelve, I sat on a chicken and killed it. But, I was able to eat away the evidence. BUT I COULDN'T EAT HARRY!" Freddy proceeded to burst into tears.

"Uh... " Mr. Williams blinked.

"Poor Harry! Poor Todd! Poor chicken!" Fred bawled.

"There there?" Mr. Williams patted his back.

"WHY? WHY?" Freddy wailed.

"Okay, this is getting creepy." Mr. Williams muttered.

"OH WHY?" Freddy grabbed onto his shirt, sobbing into it.

"GET OFF! Let's talk about something else!" Mr. Williams sat down, as did Fred.

"Okay. I got Toad a giraffe to replace poor, poor Harry." Fred grinned.

"Whaa?" he blinked.

"A mutant giraffe is not a whaa." Fred blinked.

"A mutant giraffe?" Mr. Williams blinked.

"Yep." Fred smiled. They sat in silence.

"You seem to have some issues, Mr. Williams." Fred sighed.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Williams was laying on the floor and Fred was taking notes.

"AND THEN MY WIFE LEFT ME!" Mr. Williams cried.

"Uh-huh, go on..." Freddy smiled, finishing his sketch of a squirell on the notes paper.

"AND MY KIDS WENT WITH HER!" he wailed, grabbing a tissue.

"Strange... Mystqiue'd be happy if we left... Aren't you glad to be rid of the brats?" Fre wondered, as everyone he'd known was weird like that.

"N-no! What kind of monster do you think I am?" Mr. Williams stared at him.

"I dunno. I just thought you were a therapist with issues." Fred shrugged.

"Well, I'm supposed to be helping you. Talk." Mr. Williams glared.

"Okay. Blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah blah blah!" Fred smiled.

"GRR!" Mr. Williams glared at him.

"Blah blah, blah blah! Hey, look! Sock puppets!" Fred took off his shoes and socks, and started to play with them.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Mr. Williams stared at the sky.

"Maybe you were a mean person." Mr. Williams turned to see a sock in his face.

"UGH!" he groaned.

"Did you know that chickens and terrifed horses don't mix?" the other sock puppet 'asked'.

"GET OUT! YOU ARE DRIVING ME NUTS!" Mr. Williams shoved him out of the room.

"Okay... Pietro, it's your turn!" Fred called as he left the room.

Okay, chapter two. This will be a six chapter story, so... yeah... REVIEW REPLIES! Oh, Harry comes from Red Witch's story of Toad's Pet, and the Night of the Giraffe. READ THEM!

EE's Skysong: Wanda's fifth chapter in this story. The last chapter is leaving, yelling, and just random insanity. Thanks for the review.

Red Witch: I had to steal more ideas from ya. Sorry. Mind if after the Acolytes I do the Misfits? The brotherhood members will recognize this place, and maybe a therapist or two. This soon enough? Thanks for reviewing. I haven't gotten to review Evolution XMG, but it's very good. Sorry, I'm very lazy.

meow kitty meow:Mm-hmm. Someone I haven't seen on before. Thanks for reviewing!

heartsyhawk:Okay. Soon enough? Thanks for reviewing!