Yeah, yeah, I know.

I updated a day late.

Oh, boo hoo, we didn't get our weekly dose of 'Successful' Therapy

Now our mental problems and disorders shall forever go unsolved.

Get over it, princess, the world's a cruel place.


Session #7: Easter Bunny

Before…

"You are no' gonna find any problems with me, mates."


"Aster E. Bunnymund?"

"Righ', bu' you can call me Bunny." He mumbled as he painted an egg.

The therapist raised a brow, "Right . . . Mr. Bunnymund."

He looked up, "No, seriously, everyone calls me tha' . . . excep' for Pitch, he calls me rabbi' or any other insult tha' crosses 'is puny mind . . . and Frostbi' . . . he calls me Kangaroo which I'm no'."

"Of course, Mr. Bunnymund." She said in a voice that made the rabbit shut up. She wrote down some notes in her Macbook before pushing it to the side and cleared her throat, he looked up and she gestured to the egg with a slight tilt in her head. Bunny grumbled and put it down.

"So tell me, Mr. Bunnymund, it says here that you freak out when people give your . . . " she squinted at the papers on her desk, "googies the wrong look."

"Northin' personal, but they're my life's work so I 'ave the righ' t'freak ou'."

"Be rational here, Mr. Bunnymund, they are just eggs." She said in a slow voice, a tone one would use with a child.

His knitted eyebrow twitched in contained anger.

"Also, you use Easter as an excuse for a multitude of your problems."

"Like what?" he challenged, "Name at least one."

The therapist cleared her throat, "Anger, anxiety, sleepiness, hording large amount of carrots at once, fighting with Pitch for no reason, snapping at Jack, fighting with North, killing cupcakes, hating Kangaroos, dancing like a ballerina, crying when snow touches you—"

"Now 'old on a minute, I barely do any of those!"

Nourie gestured to the paper, "It says so here, these are what your colleagues have noticed in you."

Bunny snatched the paper and scanned it, his ears went back in anger, "Frostbi'." He muttered angrily.

She titled her head to the side, "Stop over reacting."

He glanced at her and sighed, "Sorry, Easter."

The woman raised a brow as though to say 'I told you so'. She shook her head, "Back to our problem; it also says you are abusive to anyone you hold a grudge against. You also find it hard to let go of said grudges easily."

"And?"

She blinked, looked at the last thing on the list and said slowly, " . . . you have a secret stuffed bunny named Albert you confine your secrets to?"

The Pooka's eyes were ready to pop out of his head, he pointed an accusing finger at her, "Lies! I don't have any stuffed rabbits, ya dingo!"

There was a moment of silence until Nourie slowly raised her arm with a small but dangerous smile. In her hand was a stuffed toy rabbit colored pink with many splotches of Bunny's paint.

His jaw dropped, "Wha . . . no, this is crazy, I've neva' seen tha' in my life!"

"The evidence is right here, Mr. Bunnymund, no point in denying it." She placed the toy on the table and pulled a piece of paper, "Now, to fix your problem," she looked up, "You can take a dose of this medicine once every half hour, to calm your anger." She pushed the paper towards him.

He took it and his eyes went cross-eyed, "This word is longer than the alphabe'!"

She nodded and took another paper, "Here is a list of your . . . situations."

"Why are ya even writin' them?"

"So you can show it off."


Outside…


Tooth glanced at the door, "I wonder how it's going."

Jack scratched the side of his head with the top of his staff, "I dunno, but compared to the others, I guess it's fine." No one missed the hint of mischievousness in his voice.

The door opened and Bunny stepped out, looking very sullen and depressed.

North stood up, "So? How did session go?"

Bunny held up a paper.

"List of Bunnymund's Problems and Their Solutions." North read, he shrugged, "It'z only a small paper, Bunny, no need to show frowny face."

He flicked the paper and it unfolded to settle in a heap on the ground. "Most of the solutions are . . ." he shivered, "to write in a notebook."

Pitch sprung up with a triumphant grin, "Haha! I told you! That woman is a witch! She's a crazy, deranged witch!"

Jack glanced at him, "Um, no offence, Pitch, but you're acting deranged."


Later…


Jack snuck into Nourie's office through the window. She appeared from the shadows with her hand held out. He placed the cash in them and in turn she handed him a CD written on it with black Sharpie 'Bunnymund's session'

"Thanks a million, Ree, I can't wait to see Buny's reaction to the stuffed toy."

"Shuttup, and no matter what type of relationship is between us, you call me by my full name."

Jack shrugged, "Whatever. Next time Bunny comes, I'm giving you a new list of problems, 'kay?"

"Deal, but the price becomes higher by five dollars every time."


I'm such a wonderful person.

And in all honesty, Bunny and North are my least favorite characters.

So, do you guys want me to wrap up after the last character and the end or do you want this to stretch out with more sessions for the characters?

Next up is North!