I got the non-binary Unikitty headcanon from the wonderfully talented mattecat and if you aren't reading A Piece of Resistance go do that now you can always come back to this fic later

Once he hung up, Benny sent Good Cop back to the bedroom to clean up the noodles. He needed space to think. Twanging absently at the knife embedded in the wall, he realized that he had to call in the cavalry. But who? Someone sincere, open, trustworthy. Someone who knew about repressed emotions.

Inspiration struck, and he snatched up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" answered a cheerful voice.

"Unikitty," Benny said with relief.

"Benny!" Unikitty squealed delightedly. "I never see you anymore! How are you?"

"That's… a bit of a loaded question," Benny replied. "Would it be unfair of me to ask how fast you can get to Bricksburg? I know you're busy with the reconstruction of Cloudcuckooland, but-"

"Oh no, what's wrong?" Unikitty asked, alarm creeping into their usually bright tone.

"Um," Benny said. "You've met Good Cop, right?"

"Y-es…" Unikitty replied slowly. "Why? I heard he was gone."

"The situation's changed a bit," Benny said, cupping his hand to the mouthpiece and peering into the living room to make sure Good Cop hadn't come back yet. "I don't really wanna talk about it over the phone."

"You're worrying me, Benny!"

Benny wanted to tell them that they didn't need to worry, but that would be lying. "I'm sorry," he said instead. "Can you come?"

"Of course!" Unikitty exclaimed. "I just gotta clear up some stuff and I'll be there in an hour, max!"

"Oh, no, you don't-" Benny began in dismay, but Unikitty had already hung up. He sighed and put the phone back on the receiver. After a moment, he tugged the knife out of the wall and dropped it into the sink, then went to find Good Cop.

Good Cop was still in the bedroom, bundling up the be-noodled blanket. He looked up as Benny came in and blanched when he saw the spaceman. "B-Benny, I," he stammered, "I'm so, so sorry, I- I don't know what came over me, the phone just- it took me by surprise-"

Benny held up his hands. "Chill, dude. We're gonna work this out, okay?"

Good Cop bit his lip and nodded wordlessly.

"I called someone who I think can help," Benny continued. "You're familiar with Unikitty, right?"

Good Cop adjusted his cracked glasses nervously. "We've met," he replied, his eyes darting around the room. "But not on the best of terms, I'm afraid."

"That's alright," Benny said, feeling like he was trying to calm a scared and cornered animal. "It's in the past. We just gotta focus on the present, yeah?"

Good Cop swallowed. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking.

"Okay. Okay, good." Benny was scared, too, but he was doing his best to hide it. Compared to this, helping Bad Cop through his issues had been a cakewalk. Benny had personal experience with anxiety. He knew how to cope with that. But this… Good Cop's behavior was becoming erratic, and Benny wasn't qualified. The logical thing to do would be to call in a real therapist or psychiatrist, but Benny's gut instinct told him that might be a bad idea. He needed someone close and personal, and Unikitty had helped him out before.

"Look," Benny said. "Why don't you go rest on the couch, watch some TV or something? I can finish up in here."

Good Cop mumbled an agreement and skittered out past Benny. Benny watched to make sure Good Cop was going where he was supposed to, and once the cop flicked on the TV, Benny finished collecting the blanket. He didn't think it would be a good idea to leave the apartment with Good Cop alone to go down to the laundry room, so he just plopped the blanket in the laundry basket and went to fish another one out of the closet.

Once he was done remaking the bed, he went back into the living room. Good Cop didn't seem to be actually watching the TV, just looking at it. Benny settled down on the far end of the couch, unnerved by Good Cop's thousand-yard stare.

It wasn't too much later that there was a knock at the door, and Benny scrambled to answer it. Unikitty stood in the hall in their human form, dressed brightly in frills and pink.

"I'm glad you could make it so fast," Benny said, keeping his voice low. "Come on in."

"What's going on?" Unikitty asked, their usually sunny expression clouded by worry.

Benny pressed his finger to his lips and ushered them into the kitchen. "I'm not entirely sure myself," he said once they were in private, and he explained the situation as best as he could, starting from the beginning – what Business had done to Good Cop, how they'd thought Good Cop was dead and his subsequent comeback, and, finally, what had happened the day before. "I think Bad Cop's trying to suppress Good Cop's memories, and I think it's messing G up big time," Benny concluded.

Unikitty listened to the whole tale in silence, and it was a few more moments still before they spoke again. "That's not very happy."

"Unikitty," Benny groaned. "I called you here for help, not to state the obvious."

Unikitty stuck their tongue out at him. "We could try entering his mind," they said.

Benny drummed his fingers on the counter next to him. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Well, how else are we going to figure out what's going on?" Unikitty asked. "From what you've told me, Good Cop doesn't seem to be in any shape to explain things."

"Yeah, I guess," Benny said reluctantly. "I just don't like doing that."

"You've gotta come!" Unikitty said, latching onto the front of Benny's shirt. "You're his boyfriend!"

Benny leaned back a little. "I'm Bad Cop's boyfriend," he muttered.

Unikitty gave him a pouting glare. "Bad Cop's going to be there, too!"

Benny turned his face away, his expression unreadable.

"Benny," Unikitty pleaded. "I know you don't like mindspaces. But this is really important!" When he still wouldn't look at them, they stood on tiptoe to get in his face, their pearly white horn bumping against his forehead, and said, "You called me here for help! This is what I think we should do, and I can't go in alone. They know you. They're comfortable with you. You gotta do this, Benny. For the cops."

The corners of Benny's mouth tugged down, but he finally met Unikitty's gaze. "Alright," he said. "Let's do this."

Unikitty stepped back with a grin and swished around to walk back into the living room. Benny trailed after them, and they both stopped in front of the couch. "Hey, G?" Benny asked.

Good Cop's eyes flicked up to look at the pair, his gaze switching back and forth between Unikitty and Benny. After a split second, he smiled. "Hey, Unikitty," he said. "I hope there aren't any hard feelings between us."

"No-sir-ee!" Unikitty said brightly with a wide smile that showed their sharp canines. "I just wanna help!"

Good Cop nodded, his eyes fixed on Benny now. "Is there a plan?" he asked.

"Yeah," Benny replied, suddenly finding the carpet very interesting. "We need to get into your mindspace, help you figure out what's going on."

"Ah," Good Cop said. "Well. Nothing for it, I suppose."

"I'm glad you agree!" Unikitty said happily. "Now just close your eyes and relax."

Good Cop let his eyes slide shut, and he leaned back against the couch. Unikitty held their hand out to Benny, and he reluctantly took it. They gave Benny's hand a reassuring squeeze, then put the index and middle finger of their free hand against Good Cop's forehead.

Benny shut his eyes.