Okay, I can tell this fandom is rather small, but I just finished the second Psychonauts after playing the first YEAAAARS ago as a kid and I can't help myself but write my way into it lol

This is my first ever Psychonauts writing and I'm kinda just dipping my toes in the water here. I might make this post a small little one shot spot for myself, honestly. Try and see if I can get a feel for the characters more as a writer as I continued loving the hell out of this game lol

But hey, who knows? I have a lot of stories in Trollhunters right now too so I might just jump back and forth between the two as I got back and replay the first game here lol

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

When it came to flowers, it was easy to understand what they wanted.

They would speak to me and I would listen. I would speak in turn and they would do the same. Flowers were easy. You spoke, you listen, avoid the thorns, and no one got hurt.

The complete opposite of humans.

Humans made no sense to me. They never spoke about what they truly wanted. They only said what they thought others would like to hear. Only listening when they got to hear what they wanted to. Only caring when it was suitable to them.

But he-. He was different.

He spoke with his heart on his sleeve. Not worried about the thorns of others damaging it. At first, I wasn't sure if it was because he was stupid or if he was just... Used to the damage. In the end, I decided it was a little of one and a lot of the other. He could be dumb, that was for certain. Especially after I had to explain to him what a "moment" was and how not to ruin it.

But for the most part, he was just as damaged as I was.

Yet we were also very different.

I hated people. I thought the only way they could change was if they thought it would help them get what they wanted. Plants were easier. Plants were demanding at times, sure, but they were straightforward. Nothing hidden. Plants were my normal. Plants were safe.

But he showed me differently.

He showed me that people could change for the better if they put in the effort. Either for themselves or by having a helping hand while looking at what made them the way they were. They could change. They could help themselves. We, as psychics, could help them. That's what he believed we were meant for. What's what we were meant to do.

He was poked at by the many thorns that humans bare. Obviously leaving some scars and dried stains of blood in the back of his own mind, but that didn't stop him from wanting to help and save others from theirs.

Raz was selfless. He was kind. He was broken, but he was willing to fix others before ever wanting to fix himself.

He was just as difficult to get used to like any other human within my world that tried, but he quickly changed how I felt in multiple ways. Making a place for himself within my mind and heart with ease. He got under my armored skin like a rose's thorn after all.

But unlike a rose's thorn, his was a lot more loving. A lot more loving than I have ever felt.

And like a rose's loving thorn, I wanted to keep him there. For as long as the seed he placed within me continued to bloom.

Because in the end, I bet the flower he's planted will blossom beautifully. Even more than any flower I have ever planted myself.