All right, after nearly a year and a half I have finally updated this fic. I was waiting on my sister to continue her chapter because I didn't know what to do with Yanda, (Her character that she added) but she has lost motivation on this story. However I still believe this story has merit and have decided to continue it.

Perhaps this was the best choice, after all, my sister doesn't know of the experiences in a mental hospital but I do. Although those experiences are five years behind me now it's still good to write about them. My experiences today mostly date with being isolated in physical hospitals for extreme cases of illness and dehydration sort of things, which probably won't come up in this story, but who knows?

I'll try to keep the chapters to 2000 words, but idk. No pressure for it to be longer.

Special author's note regarding Tamama- Since all the sgt frog characters are going to exhibit signs of mental illness in this fic, and Tamama as mentioned in this fic and the anime I believe is bipolar, I am going to try to make him seem more, well, actually bipolar. I realize now that my previous depictions of him in this fic weren't accurate of the mental illness, especially since the last update I've become more familiar with the disorder and it is extremely different than how the anime and media describe it- what Tamama is experiencing in the anime is something I like to call "Anime bipolar" which has extreme violent mood swings in a matter of seconds that doesn't seem...accurate...?

I'm going to try to make his illness a bit more accurate.

Anyway, sorry for not updating wingman in a while. I will get back to it, I just left off in the middle of the chapter and need to get back to being in the swing of writing.

I hope the chapter is okay even though this story will mostly be controlled by me now and Yanda isn't really a character I feel any sort of attachments too.

So basically all in all- this story will no longer be a collab. Scissors also didn't want to edit grammar because and so I quote, "There's too many mistakes."

A few weeks had passed since Fuyuki attempted the whole 'normal' routine thing; pretending to go along with the men in white. At first things had been hard, but also exciting. It was like he was some sort of super spy keeping a secret with his best friends in the world, the keronian aliens. He just had to pretend like they were all normal humans so Keroro could become happier. He wasn't sure why Keroro needed these men in white to help him over his best friend, but Fuyuki wasn't the type to be jealous.

All that mattered was that whatever was bothering Keroro would be fixed. That someday Keroro would be able to do this 'function normally' thing that he was so concerned about.

The exciting buzz of keeping the secret of aliens eventually faded away though, it became something numb and cold as Fuyuki just got by in the facility on a day to day basis as if time itself wasn't much of a thing. Pretending that aliens didn't exist went against his very being. He wasn't Fuyuki if he wasn't curiously prodding into undiscovered alien territory.

And so he become like the Fuyuki that had existed in that facility for a while, who continuously forgot that he was in the Hinata House. All he remembered was his friends. And pretending to be better drove him deeper and deeper into sickness.

Only one thing really broke him out of his numb state, and that was seeing Giroro act 'normal'. He had always said that Giroro was madly in love with his sister, but as Giroro's crippling crush got worse and worse Fuyuki felt like things were slowly getting less weird. More normal. It eased his mind to see his sister interact with an alien.

"What are you looking at?" Giroro asked gruffly as Fuyuki beamed in the cafeteria.

Fuyuki awkwardly looked away, trying to hide that he was snooping on his sister's conversation with Giroro. For some reason the two of them had been discussing potato recipes. Not the most tactful and smooth way to win a girl over, but Natsumi had seemed cheerful. And it had been a great improvement from talking about heavy weaponry. The therapists had taken away Giroro's privilege to talk to visitors for three days when he had that conversation with her.

"Ummm..." Fuyuki swung his hands around and randomly pointed to someone else in the lunch room. The man with the dragon tattoos- Yanda. "Him! Who was he again?" He had forgotten. The numb feeling of pretending and not caring about anyone else except aliens had made him forget about Yanda's presence in his life. Yanda's name simply was just not weird enough to be morphed into an alien's name. There was no keronian name Yadada. Sounded too much like yada yada.

Giroro gave a hearty laugh. "That jerk Yanda Reichi. Thinks he's the best thing ever, remember? The who was he again line is reserved only for Dororo." He reminded.

Fuyuki laughed at that, smiling that things were becoming more normal. It was a joke at Dororo's expense.

Dororo in the background wasn't too pleased. He had been trying to keep off of the drugs but it didn't help when he was realizing just how sad his life really was. "I'm...I'm memorable..." He said quietly to himself.

Koyuki placed a friendly hand on his arm, giving him a sweet look. "It's all right. I'm here for you."

Dororo shyly smiled. If it was for Koyuki's sake he'd try to calm down.

Fuyuki oohed as the memories of Yanda came rushing back. I remember him. He's that jerk that the men in white have been investigating.

Memories of an encounter in the lunch room from a few weeks ago were rushing in his head. "Say hi to your Mom in hell for me, won't ya?" As soon as Yanda's voice was in his head it was locked away- blacked out. As if he didn't want to remember.

Fuyuki shook. He knew enough about Yanda to know he didn't like him. Didn't matter if he may or may not have been an alien.

He was a jerk. That was the clearest and simplest way of putting it.

What Fuyuki hadn't been thinking about was Yanda's goal- a simple one at that that he had stated plenty of times.

He wanted to swap places with Fuyuki. After all Fuyuki was in the coveted 'group A' who required a lot more attention, care, dedication and anything else they needed than the group that Yanda was in 'group B'

Yanda may have been decently rich, but he wasn't Momoka after all. The Nishizawa empire was way higher than his family. And his family didn't have high hopes for their angry and violently child.

"Just put him away some place where he can be happy. But we don't want to see him again. He's a shame to us." And then their hopes, time and dedication went to his other brother and not even talking to the hospital staff to make sure that Yanda got the care he needed, talking to the relatives as if Yanda was off in boarding school and not a mental hospital.

They had no real hope that Yanda would ever get out of the facility. And that just made Yanda angrier and angrier.

In a way he envied people with dead parents. After all, people like Fuyuki or Tamama who didn't have parents didn't have the guardians giving instructions to the facility the Hinata house to just put them away. The facility had full freedom for people like them and in rare, lucky cases, they would get better stuff because of the pity and the government money the facility would get from them.

But Yanda didn't understand why someone like Fuyuki had even been placed in group A. He had seen and heard that the boy was delusional, but his danger level was 0 for god's sake! He was a seven! He deserved to be in group A with the better rooms, better treatment, better everything?

"Why do you think he was placed in group A?" Nubibi asked, as if reading Yanda's mind and glancing over to the table of the 'A' elites. Nubibi and Yue were about Yanda's only friends in the Hinata house.

"Maybe he's screwing that Nishizawa chick." Yanda said lewdly. "She seemed pretty set on keeping him in that group. And we all know she can get anything she wants."

"They'd never be able to screw with all the security cameras watching. If someone even tried to do that, all the patients would know about it. It would become both legend and myth." Yue remarked boredly.

"It's not that hard to get past the security cameras." Yanda wagged an eyebrow. "And if anyone wasn't monitored, it would be her."

"She doesn't even have a room!" Nubibi shouted out. "And they're both way too young, I think?" He couldn't tell Fuyuki and Momoka's age just by looking at them.

"Fourteen. Pretty young." Yue explained, she didn't add that they were all pretty messed up though, one of the reason they were in this facility.

Yanda wasn't getting anywhere with this conversation. "That Fuyuki boy doesn't deserve to be in group A. I deserve to be in his place." He hissed.

"And how do you propose doing that?" Nubibi asked. "I mean I agree, he doesn't look like he needs to be in group A, he isn't even dangerous, but neither is that Keroro fellow." Nubibi pointed out, "He's only a two on the danger chart."

Yanda nodded in agreement. He glanced over at Yue. "So we'll take their places by stirring up some trouble that gets them kicked out of that group, makes the facility realize that they don't deserve the privilege? Where does that leave you?"

"Bored. I don't care about stealing someone's spot. Every group is basically the same anyway." She sighed. Her group might have been boring too, filled with either somewhat deluded people talking about their dad living on their head, like that Alisa girl, or violent people who liked to mug others, like Asami. But group A was basically the same.

Nubibi was excited. "What are you going to do to stir up trouble?"

"It'll be a surprise." Yanda grinned. He flexed the muscle on his arm to show off his dragon tattoo.

He wouldn't be called the dragon man for nothing.

The facility never let it's patients have weapons. That was a given, but despite that sometimes people sneaked weapons in. They usually caught guns before it become serious, but there had been a few recorded knife incidents.

Koyuki herself had tried to smuggle a knife or two into the facility or figure out how to take someone else's knife if they had smuggled one. She was always caught and reprimanded. So the facility was rather happy in boasting their weapon free zone.

What the Hinata house didn't expect though was someone smuggling in matches. It must have slipped their mind, the security guards must have failed at their duty to detect it. They had thought 'oh, if someone brings matches we'll find out pretty soon, because the only thing they'd use it for is self-harm and those bruises show up pretty easily.'

Yanda had been saving his. Dragons breathe fire. He reminded himself. And the tattoo of a dragon was the thing he was most proud of.

He didn't care if he accidentally burned this facility down. Nothing about this place mattered.

It was a good thing those gundam models in Fuyuki's room seemed so flammable. It was honestly a big surprise.

It was 3:15, Fuyuki's least favorite time in the day. Forced exercise.

"Just put me in prison now! It would be easier than this!" Fuyuki cried pathetically.

Keroro chuckled as he jogged with Fuyuki around the jogging track. Usually he was lazy, but he did like to boast that he was in better shape than Fuyuki.

"Oh come on Fuyuki, it's pretty easy to find a middle ground." Keroro chuckled, "You don't have to move as quickly as say Koyuki or Giroro." He pointed over to the two of them who were racing each other. "You could just walk sometimes with Tamama and me."

"Don't butt in." Tamama glared jealously at Fuyuki. He liked to think of his walks with Keroro as romantic.

"Or you could take a hint from Mois and try her routine out." Keroro joked. Angol Mois was face first into the jogging track, sleeping soundly. She had barely made it two feet before planting herself into the ground.

"Is she allowed to do that?" Fuyuki asked skeptically.

"No. But that doesn't stop her." Keroro laughed.

Dororo was trying to walk by Fuyuki's side and be included in their discussion. No such luck was happening as Fuyuki, Keroro and Tamama didn't give him any room.

"...Do you smell that?" He said suddenly. Usually he didn't smell much of anything, but his sense of smell had been desperately searching out any signs of any drugs he could find in the weeks that he was attempting to go cold turkey. "It...It smells like smoke...?"

"Don't be a hippie." Keroro teased, thinking Dororo was talking about pot yet again.

"No, wait, he's right." Fuyuki realized.

Suddenly an alarm rang. Therapists who had been stationed at every exit of the exercise room started running around and chattering.

Someone ran into the room- it was Pururu. "A fire's broken out in room 168!" She shouted. "This is not a drill. Please take the patients and move them outside to the courtyard."

"A fire?" Therapists all around her chattered.

Fuyuki's mind become numb. Keroro's face drained of all colors. "...Sarge...Wasn't that our room?" Of all the things that he had to memorize in this weird place, his room number was something that he had drilled into his brain.

"...My gundam models..." Keroro's knees buckled under him and he collapsed onto the ground, "My life's work...The only meaning in my life."

"K-keroro..." Tamama tried to offer him a hand on his shoulder, a pat on the back, but Keroro slapped his hand away. He just looked at the ground numbly.

"Get away from me. Nothing else matters now that my gundam models are gone." Keroro hissed, "I don't matter." His hands were shaking, "Do I really exist if I have nothing...?"

"That's right...Room 168 was their room." Therapists who had previously been scurrying around in a blind panic all focused on Keroro and Fuyuki.

It was like they were accusing them of starting the fire. Fuyuki felt ashamed of all the eyes on him.

"You don't think one of them...started it?" Someone said in a hushed voice.

"No! Keroro wouldn't do that!" Pururu put her foot down.

"Then Fuyuki then. He's sort of an oddball." Another one said.

A therapist finally spoke in a hushed voice, "Neither of them have a strong dangerous ranking, and I've heard rumors...Didn't he attempt one of these sort of fires before as a distraction to escape? We can't rule him out as a possibility."

The room fell into dead silence. Whatever he they were referring to, Fuyuki didn't know.

"He's three floors above us!" Someone else shouted. The therapists were becoming scared.

"Stop this talking. We'll get to the bottom of this soon." Pururu promised, "For now I suppose we should interrogate Fuyuki and Keroro like in protocol. Keep an eye on them and for god's sake take the patients outside. The fire is probably being quelled but we don't know what else it got!" She was the only one keeping her priority's straight.

She turned away realizing she probably had to handle most of the staff in the facility and quell their fears and she rushed off.

As soon as she was gone, men in white surrounded Fuyuki and Keroro. Roughly their hands grabbed onto Fuyuki's weak arms as if they were going to chain him up.

"Come with us. And keep where we can see you." They ordered.

Fuyuki wanted to like these men in white. But he was sort of nervous and scared. "I...I didn't do it."

"We mostly know. We know who did it." They reassured him, "But we can't rule you out as a possibility."

Fuyuki was glum. He didn't even want to be a possibility.

Eventually they all were out in the courtyard. He heard from some men in white that the fire had been contained quickly but all of Fuyuki's and Keroro's stuff had been ruined.

The weirdest thing about the courtyard was the large fences covering the entire thing. Barbed wire fences too, as if they were zoo animals. Even the sky had this sort of ceiling of an iron mesh of fence.

"I think we can all safely rule that Fuyuki and Keroro had no cause in the fire. They would have no benefit." The therapists finally decided. "So then he can be the only conclusion..."

"Still, this brings something else as cause of concern." Another therapist pointed out. "We easily realized that Fuyuki and Keroro wouldn't do this." The man in white pointed out, "Are we dividing up our resources correctly to have them in group A?"

Pururu looked stunned, "Of course! You know there's nothing special about group A besides Momoka, right? That's just patient talk about it being elite- rumors." She tried to quell the therapists worries. It didn't seem very true, but the facility had probably told her to keep on message.

Some of the therapists didn't believe that. They clearly knew group A had special treatment, better funding.

Suddenly the doors swung open and Garuru came marching in. "I don't want us to be pointing fingers at who caused this fire."

"B-brother..." Giroro hadn't much been paying attention to the therapists arguing but as soon as Garuru was there his attention was captured. Garuru didn't pay attention to him though. This sounded like an issue that the facility staff was just dealing with in front of the patients.

Garuru tossed Yanda out in front of the therapists. "I caught this kid snooping around near the fire, and trying to plant evidence that it was that Fuyuki guy."

Fuyuki frowned as he heard that. I knew it! I knew Yanda was up to no good. He's...He's trying to get me kicked out of group A... Separated from my friends. Fuyuki recalled.

"So stop blaming my patient for this mess!" Garuru frowned, "We'll know when it's him when it is him. Trust me he very much likes to brag about his handiwork." Garuru crossed his arms.

Yanda looked angry that he had been caught. Garuru was the toughest and most gruffiest therapist around. He wanted to say a snazzy line like "I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for you meddling therapists," but he didn't.

Pururu frowned at him. "We'll discuss what to do later, but for now this arguing is just driving the patients to fear us. Look at how rough they were with Fuyuki." Pururu glanced down at Fuyuki's arm. She carefully took out some band-aids with some heart marks on it and covered a bruise on his wrist. "I'm sorry. Sometimes adults get just as scared as kids. I...I think the facility desperately wanted it to be you and not the alternative."

Fuyuki beamed at Pururu's kind demeanor. The therapist Sai Uru, who hadn't actually done anything wrong today went over to Fuyuki and Keroro and ruffled their hair. "Your goal was to divide us from our patients, wasn't it Yanda Reichi?" She accused

Yanda just stammered. That wasn't his goal at all. His goal was purely selfish.

"You wanted them to distrust us, because people were scared. Well, I'll never be scared." She bravely told him. "Fuyuki, Keroro, us facility members will help redecorate your room, better than ever!"

Although she was offering other people's money and time, the therapists all smiled and nodded. That was the least they could do for suspecting them and being fearful.

"So...New gundam models?" Keroro smiled.

"Yes." Sai nodded.

"That's good enough for me." Keroro grinned. It was nice to have other people buying him things, although it took time to put the gundam models together.

All the other patients from group A looked at Keroro and Fuyuki happily. Although some of them didn't much like the facility, even they wanted to see their friends happy. And nothing was more rewarding than seeing Fuyuki smiling broadly.

"I guess it is about time to redecorate my room. Maybe Nishizawa will want to go hunting for a new crystal skull with me?" Fuyuki blushed.

The facility staff smiled at him, and Pururu sighed. "Maybe she will." She was glad everything was resolved peacefully. And Fuyuki and Keroro seemed to be happier with than than ever.

It had been a good day.

I tried to give Yanda some more character. To quote my sister, "A daring effort."