1: Introductions.
Dr. Carnby shifted in his seat and examined the gathered patients. Taking a head count would allow them to interact to some degree, which could likely prove productive to their recovery.
"Now," started Dr. Carnby, "let's get to know each other. After all, we've got quite the chat ahead!" He seemed a bit too cheerful for the setting, but he was never one to be put off by atmospheric conditions."Let's start with you, Edward."
The surly-looking man glanced at Dr. Carnby, snorting and rubbing the stubble on his chin with one pudgy hand. He seemed to be considering his options, or perhaps he was just killing time before speaking.
"Name's Eddy. That's all I got." He said before falling silent again, leaning back in his seat and slumping.
"Very good, Edward. And now, who else wants to make an introdu-" Before Dr. Carnby could finish his sentence, Christabella interrupted.
"Shut the fuck up, four-eyes! Why're we here? What time-wasting little mindfuck are you setting us up with this time?" The girl said, crossing her arms and literally radiating petulence.
Dr. Carnby stared at Christabella for a moment before responding. "We are here, little girl, for group therapy. I seek to find a solution for your mental defects and emotional woes."
"Why don't you take my emotional woes and stuff them up your ass, poindexter! You can't make me do anything, anymore than you can cure the rest of these losers. Look at Porky over here!" Christabella sneered viciously as she waved toward Eddy, whose face had flushed a blotchy red.
"Christabella, you need to watch your language and keep those thoughts to yourself. These unproductive thoughts may lead to difficulties. And we don't want difficulties." Dr. Carnby's voice was low, threatening.
The Girl glared at the Doctor for a few brief seconds before dropping her arm and giving a dismissive grunt. Dr. Carnby nodded, satisfied that she would mind herself for a few moments more.
"My name is Harry...I guess you can say I'm a Guest here. The last thing I remember is being in my living room, watching television, and then...I'm here." The Older gentleman scratched the back of his neck and gave a quiet sigh, staring at his feet. Next, James spoke up.
"I guess you can say I screwed up. I'm James, so..Yeah...I know some of you. Angela, Eddy, Maria..." At this, Eddy gave an angry grumble, shifting in his eat. James had killed Eddy, in a Meat Locker. Eddy had gone over the deep end and tried to kill James with a Revolver. It was Edward's own fault, but he really didn't seem satisfied with that fact.
Christabella leered at James, a grin crossing her palid features. "Yeah, I'd say you screwed up. We've been playing with your memories ever since you popped the clutch and rolled into the big drink. Man, you're one fucked up dude. Killed your wife, AND popped Lardass here? Oh, and the thoughts you had about MARIA!"
"Shut up, you little bitch." James mumbled, sitting back in his seat and shaking his head. "You're not the only one who saw what was in someone's head. Nice way to treat your Sister, by the way. No wonder she fried your ass."
"Oh! Oh, good one, jackass! Why don't you go tell that one to your wife, I'm sure she'd get a laugh out of it. Oh, 'cept for the fact that you SMOTHERED HER WITH A PILLOW!" Christabella began to shriek as she spoke, standing up in her seat and pointing at James.
Dr. Carnby watched this exchange and sighed. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers together sharply. Christabella continued screaming incoherently as a rust-toned cloud materialized behind her.
A Pyramid-Helmeted giant seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in a dirty white smock and elbow-length red gloves. It grabbed Christabella's hair from behind and suddenly yanked sharply back and down.
The Girl flipped over the seat back and bounced off the floor head first, a sickening crunch filling the room. The women in the room visibly cringed, while James and Edward both barked laughter.
Christabella staggered to her feet a few moments later, her head literally turned around backwards. She groaned and took hold of her chin, twisting sharply and snapping her head back into a semi-natural position.
"What...The FUCK was that for, you stupid prick! Are you fucking stupid or-" The Pyramid Creature kicked Christabella in the small of the back, sending her careening face first into her chair. The seat toppled as she knocked it to the side, several of her teeth falling out. "GOD DAMMIT!"
"Now," Dr. Carnby said, "hopefully you'll remain calm, Christabella. Otherwise, we may have to use more direct treatment once more. Enough introductions. We'll meet each of you in turn. "
The group mumbled their agreement, save for Christabella, who was still grumbling under her breath. She gave an abrupt, airless squeak as the creature grabbed her by the head, lifting her into the air as it corrected her toppled seat.
It dropped her onto the seat with a dull thunk and then stood back, waiting in complete silence for another cue.
Dr. Carnby examined the group much the same as he did before, and then set his clipboard aside. "Well then...If we're all prepared, then we may begin the session..."