"Well," Jason started, "I'm pretty sure they shot someone's childhood."

The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers were busy in recovery. Having been freaking blown up by Voltron, they weren't exactly in prime fighting condition.

"I'm not exactly complaining." Kim replied as she eyed Tommy's sleeping body.

Billy rolled his eyes, "Of course you wouldn't complain."

"How do you think I feel?" Zach replied, "I was the first one to die in that explosion. Why does the Black guy always die first?"

"It was two nanoseconds, Zach. Why are you complaining about the instant replay?"

"Because the Black guy dying first is a stupid cliche that needs to die." The Black Ranger replied.

"Guys, I just want to sleep. Is that so much to ask for?" Trini groaned.

"Yeah, keep it down guys. I want to be well-rested for my hug-session with Tommy in the morning." Kim responded, "It's been way too long since we last saw each other. We could even grab a slice of pizza like old times."


Meanwhile, let's check up on that therapy session that was mentioned in chapter 99.

As mentioned before, the current attendees were Yang, Guts, Snake, Raiden, and Murphy.

As per usual, and much to their dismay, their usual counselor was late. Again.

"I swear, this is starting to just get irritating." Sanke grumbled.

"Right. It's just now getting to be irritating." Raiden quipped.

"Would you guys knock it off? I came here to get some actual therapy, not listen to you guys bitch and moan for the next hour." Guts growled.

"I'm with Guts on this," Yang mentioned, "There's enough screwed up with our lives without having to deal with your whining."

"We may as well start with how we got our PTSD. We might be able to figure out how to overcome it that way." Murphy mentioned, "I got mine when I was shot to death by those criminals on one of my first patrols through the city."

"You seem pretty relaxed for a guy who went through that." Raiden snarled.

"It's part of my enhancements." Robocop mentioned, "Though, it does not stop the occasional nightmares from popping up."

Murphy looked down and sighed, "Every once in awhile, I wake up shooting my weapon in what could be the equivalent of a cold sweat for me."

Raiden looked away. The trauma that Murphy went through was bad enough. But, he knew what it was like to have those kinds of nightmares. He also got them occasionally. Flashbacks to the surgery that turned him into…

He shook his head. He didn't want to have to remember that day. At least, not until he had to.

"Right. Nightmares." Guts grumbled.

"Hate those things." He growled, "That one day…" Guts' hand started to bleed a bit from the sheer force of his grip.

"Guts." Yang gripped his shoulder, waking the swordsman from his rage, "It's alright. You don't have to dwell on it."

Guts moved his body away from Yang in a rough manner. "Can't help it. Something in my room always breaks when I get those flashes." He mentioned, "And that's when I don't wake up in my armor…" he closed his eye tightly.

"I still freak out whenever a glass drops." Yang said. She looked over at Raiden's sword, "And red swords put me on edge."

Raiden shifted a bit to try and move his sword out of her line of sight.

"As for the nightmares…" Yang grit her teeth, "T has to grab me and shake me awake before I get a panic attack. It takes me over an hour of holding onto her to get back to sleep."

"I have to grab a smoke to calm my nerves." Snake mentioned, "I also gotta go outside, or the damn alarm goes off."

"Smoking kills, Snake."

"I know it does." The soldier replied, "I… It's just that…" He trailed off.

"It's the only thing that can help you." Raiden finished.

"Yeah. It really is."

"Alright, sorry I'm late." Wolverine said as he entered the room, "How are we doin' on progress?"

"Great." Raiden replied, "Besides, all of us have healing factors that can cover up trauma like yours."

"Why is he in charge of this sort of thing, anyways?" Guts grumbled.

"Because nobody else has dealt with PTSD. Hell! My dad literally called it 'moping!'" Yang fumed.

"Wait, seriously? I thought that Tifa was just exaggerating." Snake asked in surprise.

"No. It was real." Yang grumbled, "Not to mention he said I lost a few brain cells with my arm." She ground out. "I swear, if it weren't for the fact that he had some of my teachers over-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Wolverine called out, "What? He said what in front of guests?"

"He said I lost some brain cells with my arm. At least my teacher tried to cheer me up by saying that he has a fear of mice."

"Yeah, those aren't the same." Wolverine mentioned, "Now if you'd all sit down, we can get on with this session-"

"Honestly, with how you're describing it, I'm surprised that your dad didn't guilt-trip you into putting that prosthetic on." Raiden muttered.

"To be fair, he didn't know I could hear him from my room. While he was outside. Talking with both of my teachers." Yang ground out.

The room was silent for a moment. Nobody really knew how to respond to that revelation. In fairness, had Yang mentioned that this was typical for her family, they wouldn't be getting irritated.

In fairness, if it weren't for legal reasons, Snake would sneak into the Xiao Long/Rose household and give Taiyang something to really mourn about. He wanted to see him call losing his own arm, and start 'moping.'

"Okay, so how did you hear that? Are you some kind of rare, fauna half-breed or something?" Wolverine asked, trying to break the tension.

"Hell if I know. All I know is that he was too lazy to get a therapist for me." Yang growled out.

"Okay, new rule: we don't mention bastard fathers here-"

"I just want to point out that my dad is the leader of a terrorist organization, and I'm pretty sure even he wouldn't pull shit like that." Raiden said.

Guts hummed in response.

As of recent, Guts and Yang had formed a bond of sorts. They managed to get along due to their ever-growing similarities like being brawlers, losing an arm to save a loved one from their abusive ex, never getting any proper therapy before getting their new arm, etc.

Guts even once jokingly said that he'd be happy to adopt Yang if her dad ever kicks the bucket. Yang, in response, gave him a father's day card.

"Okay, so should we start the rest of the session, or do you want to all go blow off some steam by putting a picture of an asshole that irked you onto a training dummy and beating the crap out of it?" Logan asked.

The room was pretty much empty, except for Wolverine and Murphy.

"Why didn't you go?"

"I already got my payback. I'm just here to help and be helped with the nightmares." Murphy replied.

Logan sighed. "Alright."

He sat down.

"Let's get started."


Wade: Dude.

X: What?

Pinkie: Are we going to have an intervention?

X: I'm not in the mood for this. Volume 4 sucked. There were so many plotholes, that if you were to turn it into an umbrella, you'd be left with just the handle.

Wade: Fine. What franchise are we roasting next?

X: Wheel of Media, turn turn turn, tell us which franchis we shall burn.

Wade: Ooh! Transformers. You doin' the cartoons, or the live-action movies?

X: I loved Beast Wars. The live-action movies are the target.

Alexis: Tweet.