Greetings once again. I wish to thank you all for your review so far. just a few notes before you read. First, this chapter is a little random just so you know, and second, there are only about one or two chapters left. you see I originally intended for this to be one big story with no chapters, but when I started writing it I relalized that it would be too long, so I split it into multiple chapters. So, anyway, enough with the author's notes and on to what you came here for, I present...

Chapter4: Final Desperation

Shadow sat in a jail cell looking out the window. After the Burger King incident, Shadow had to spend the night in a jail cell on a million dollar bail, but fortunately for him, he's a million dollar video game character.

"Okay Mr. Shadow, your bail went through, you're free to go," the guard said. Shadow then walked outside and, to his surprise, saw Silver and Blaze waiting for him.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked.

"Shadow, you need serious help," Silver said.

"And frankly, it's mainly for other people's well being, not yours," Blaze finished.

"Okay," Shadow said awkwardly, "So, what's your plan?"

"Shadow," Silver said, "Were going to talk to a psychologist."

"Didn't we sort of aleady try psychology?"

"Don't worry, this guy is an expert."

"Eggman, he's this expert of psychology!" Shadow fumed. They were standing outside Dr. Eggman's country-side manor. Shadow was fuming, Blaze was annoyed, and Silver was trying to find the knocker on Eggman's fancy door

"Well he didn't get the title doctor by just sitting around on his butt all day," Blaze said.

"But I thought he was a mechanic."

"Yeah, as if a psychologist would make a good video game bad guy."

"Come on guys," Silver said after finally finding the knocker, "Lets just get this over with." Silver knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Dr. Eggman wearing a bathrobe and bunny slippers.

"Why hello there, my little anthropomorphic friends, what can I do for you." the doctor said.

"Hi Eggman, it's Shadow, he needs help." Silver said.

"Ah, I think I know what you mean. Come inside." They walked inside the front lobby was ornately decorated with expensive old style French furniture.

"Humble," Shadow muttered.

"Here we are," Eggman said as he led them into his office with a therapists' couch and a desk chair. "Shadow you take the couch, the rest of you, there are some chair in the back." Shadow laid down on the couch and Eggman sat down in the desk chair. "Okay Shadow, m'boy, what seems to be the problem."

"I thought you said you knew."

"It's a standard therapist question."

"Okay, well you see, I just need to become ni-ni-ni..."

"Nice," Silver finished.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, first we must determine your unique level of unniceness to reach a conclustion on your treatment."

"Unniceness?" Shadow repeated, "Why not just say meanness of some thing like that?"

"Hey, whose the theripist here me or you. Anyway, let's begin. First, I'm going to say a word and you tell me the first word or small group of words other than what I said that pops into you head."

"Gotcha."

"Good, first word: lady,"

"Bit*h,"

"Man,"

"B*stard,"

"Girl scout."

"Sickeningly sweet."

"Charity."

"Waste of time."

"Hospital."

"Waste of money."

"Silver."

"Wuss."

"Hey!" Silver yelled.

"Mhm, okay moving on," said Eggman, "Now Shadow I'm going to show you some pictures and you tell me what you think of them." The first picture was a kitten.

"Ugly."

The second was a junkyard.

"My hotel room after I leave."

The third was a rock.

"An item meant to be thrown through a window."

The fourth was an ice-cream cone.

"24 car pile-ups."

The last was Silver.

"A moron."

"For crying out loud!" Silver yelled.

"Alright," Eggman said, "I have determined that you haven't even a single ounce of nice in you."

"I could have told you that!" Shadow snapped.

"Yes, well, lets move on to my first treatment option."

"Which is?"

"Yoga."

"What!"

"This is not working," Shadow said while wincing from the discomfort of having his foot behind his head, and having to listen to a disk of supposedly relaxing flute music.

"Actually, I find this is very relaxing," Blaze said.

"I think my foot is falling asleep," Silver said. All three had their foot behind their head. "Remind me why me and Blaze doing this."

"Emotional support," Eggman said, "Now close you eyes and breath in, breath out, in, out."

"I feel like an idiot," Shadow said.

"Now, reach deep inside yourself, feel all the bad vibes flowing out." Blaze was having an easy time relaxing and was feeling pretty good, even Silver was finally relaxing. But Shadow was not.

"This is really stupid." Shadow growled.

"Calm yourself, let you badness flow out."

"Wait, I feel something," Shadow said. Silver and Blaze cracked their eyes. Shadow's face then scrunched up, and he let out a massive belch. Silver passed out from the stench, Blaze ran to the bathroom to vomit, only Eggman managed to keep some of his composure.

"Lets, move on to something else." the doctor said.

"Okay, Shadow, I am now going to try hypnosis now." Eggman said.

"Okay," Shadow said with concern. Eggman pulled out a pocket watch and waved it in front of Shadows eyes.

"Shadow, you are getting very sleepy, very sleepy." Shadows eyes started to droop and Eggman continued to chant the cliché, 'you are getting very sleepy' line. Suddenly Shadow fell asleep.

"Okay Shadow," the doctor said, "Now when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and tell Blaze she is wearing very fashionable boots." He snapped his fingers, and Shadow woke up.

"Blaze," Shadow said in a monotone voice, "You have a very bad taste in boyfriends."

"*sshole" Blaze and Silver both yelled.

"This one failed fast," Eggman commented, "But fear not, for I, Dr Ivo Robotnik, have one last idea."

In Eggman's office, Shadow was sitting on the couch with a bunch of wires attached to him. "What is this?" Shadow asked.

"This is negative re-enforcement," Eggman said, "Every time you are bad these wires administer a small shock to your body."

"Is this legal?" Silver asked.

"Not without an injury release form,"

"But Shadow never signed one," Blaze said.

"Well, I actually hypnotized you two when I asked him, because I knew you'd be smart enough to have him say no, Ho-ho-ho-ho."

"I see why SEGA made him the bad guy," Silver muttered to Blaze.

Eggman held up a picture of a butterfly, "Okay Shadow, all you need to do is say something nice about this picture."

"Okay, it looks ugly." Shadow said. Then he got shocked with 1000 volts of electricity, "Yaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Try again,"

"It looks like barf," He got shocked again, "Yeeeeeeaaaaaa"

"This is going to take a while." Eggman said.

**three hours of shock treatment later**

"Alright, Shadow, one last time," Eggman said.

"It...looks...AHHHH, SCREW THIS!" Shadow yelled while ripping the wires off, "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY MORE! Everything we've tried has failed, it's impossible; I'll never be that word that begins with an "N". I thank you for your effort, but right now I have to go look for another job!" They all stared at Shadow. "WHAT!"

"You-you did it," Silver stammered.

"Did what?"

"You said "thank you," Blaze said, "You were nice!"

"I was, I WAS, yeah baby Shadow's back in the game business!"

"But how?" Silver asked.

"I think that the electric shocks must have temporarly scrabbled his brain waves, or something." Eggman answered.

"Well, what ever happened," Shadow said," Lets hurry and do some more good, before it wears off."

"Hurray!" Everyone yelled at their success.

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