forum *bonks you* Go to therapy, loser. (Small group, 0/5)

Started March 25, 2023 by Deleted user

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Clancy internally cringed. What had he gotten himself into? He kept up the smiling face, he knew he had to if he ever wanted to get through to these people. “If you’d like a fidget, feel free to pick from any of the ones that are out. If you’d like a snack, Doris should be restocking the vending machines and I can provide you with tokens. Otherwise, welcome! I’m going to ask you three a question. What is the point of you all coming here?” he said, gesturing to open up a conversation. “No wrong answers, it’s an open opinion question. You can even tell me to screw off if you’re not feeling open to answering. But I’ll need you all to answer it at some point.” he said, his low vibrato baritone of a voice echoing throughout the room.

Ethan growls, narrowing his eyes at Clancy. “What kinda fuckery are you trying?!” He snarls, still fighting against the guards.

Ethan immediately started wondering, maybe this man would try to kill him. Offering food? Definitely poisoned food. His eye twitched slightly, “You’re forcing me to be here, dickhead!” He snaps. Ethan slowly started hyperventilating, memories flooding his mind. “Hell you’ll probably try to kill us!”

Xander looks at Clancy blankly.

"I was forced to come here." they say bluntly. They ignore the offer for food. They all but ignore Ethan; the man would be way too much for them to handle any time soon. Probably ever.

The extra guards were eyeing Xander apprehensivle but made no move towards them; they had heard the incident and knew any sudden movements could mean erasure for them too.

Rhys looked at Clancy, quiet for a moment. He didn’t like the idea of food, he wasn’t particularly hungry. He had eaten before the two guards had shown up at his dark apartment. They had told him he could follow them, or they’d drag him. Rhys had chosen the first option.

Preferring not to be touched, Rhy would do anything if it meant he didn’t have physical contact with someone. The contact made him want to sob and scream at the same time. It made him want to kill or be killed. Rhys would rather sit and be pleasant with this guy who, Rhys personally felt, was wasting his time.

He listens to Clancy’s question, then the other’s answers. He then shrugs, “I was threatened with physical contact to come here, so I came. And here I am.”

Rhys hadn’t been happy to be pulled away from his home either. To go to court r be here. He was perfectly content to be at home. He knew what had happened, and accepted it then, ignored it. Other than the fact that he despised being touched, he acted pretty ormal. He didn’t forget to eat or take showers. Sleep or get exercise.

But there where the ties when he lapsed, and stayed in his room, in the cold dark, curled up in a ball under the bed. He never remembered those times, only the fact that one of his friends told him shed sometimes find him there and then leave him alone, as it always seemed to take longer if she talked or touched him. This, Rhys realized, was one thing that would never changed, even with therapy.

Clancy mentally filed those answers away for later. “Hmm. It seems to me that you’re not all open to discussing anything. Is that assessment correct?” he asked, tilting his head. His hair fell to the side a bit, long dark locks immediately swept to the side as Clancy ran his hand through them. He sat down on the ground before the group, realizing his height could be intimidating for some.

Ethan watches Clancy closely, narrowing his eyes. Even Ethan himself didn’t notice himself slowly calming down, no longer fighting the guards. Though, they still kept a firm grip on him. Ethan huffs softly, dead silent for a while. He then growls, “Why the hell do you care? You’re probably tryna kill us or somethin’.” His thick Russian accent seemed to get more prominent, showing just how agitated he was. “Hell you’d probably just send us somewhere to be locked up.”

Xander stares at Clancy as he sits down.

"Discussing things is an activity reserved for trustworthy people. Nobody is trustworthy. I will not discuss things." they say simply.

"I never wanted to be here in the first place." they add.

Rhys stays quiet for a moment, contemplating. He then shrugs, “See, the thing is, would you, if you had been through what we have been trough, what to talk? Or trust random people you were forced to meet and talk to?”

Rhys knew, that if he’d been put into group therapy with these two other guys, that they must have been through some horrifying situations as well. Maybe not the same thing as him, he hoped not, no one deserved to go through what he’d gone through, but there were all kinds of things that could hurt someone’s mental state.

He stared at Clancy for a moment, then looked to the other two men in the room. He sighs and rests his chin on his palm, looking at Clancy again, “Do you really need to ask stupid questions you should already know the answers to? Like, what the point of s coming here is? The better question to ask would be ‘what do we think the point of us coming here is?’”

Rhys then went quiet, looking away as if he hadn’t meant to let out that shpeal of information. Because he hadn’t meant to let it out. What he’d meant to say was just a simple, ‘yes, your assessment is correct’ and then shut up. But of course he hadn’t.

Xander looks at the overtalker with no small ammount of trepidation before getting up and starting to move around the room, checking for the usual: hiding places, hidden traps/recording/video devices, seceret compartments and the like.

They end up disabling a fair ammount of audio recording stuff and video equipment, as well as a few other devices. Their movements are now slow and reserved as they go back to their seat.

Xander checks their numerous watches and other various timetelling devices and seems to relax just slightly before looking up and staring at Clancy.

"You. Are you here to hurt or help me?" they ask bluntly.