Disclaimer: Psychonauts ≠ mine. Psychonauts Doublefine.
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Notes: No real squirrels were harmed in the writing of this ficlet. Dogen's a fun character, disturbed and bewildering though he may be. I'm surprised that more people haven't tried to figure the little seafoam green dude out. You know that if you go to the campfire area and poke around the totem poles, you'll see a picture of a fellow named 'Compton Boole?' I'm forced to wonder what the rest of Dogen's family is like...
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"Missus Boole?" the tutor started, hesitantly. He waited a moment for the stout woman to respond, but she remained silent, continuing to fold sheets of tinfoil into little child-sized hats. The tutor coughed.
"Missus Boole, um, I think I may have to resign," he managed, finally, wincing at the sound of a small explosion coming from the direction of the family's living room. Bits of fur and fluff landed by his feet, soon accompanied by the button eye of some unfortunate stuffed toy.
The lady of the house stopped folding and looked at him with large eyes, a calm smile across her perfectly average face.
"And why is that?"
"Well, er. I'm afraid something may be troubling young Dogen, something that I'm not, er. Aptly prepared to take care of. Also my tie spontaneously combusted, and he started apologizing about his aim being off." He paused and fingered the remnants of his squirrel-print tie.
"Missus Boole, I think there may be something seriously wrong with Dogen, and I think you should seek help."
Mrs. Boole sighed and shook her head, as if used to answering to her son almost exploding someone in her own home.
"Oh, no, Mister Tutor. He's just like that."
End