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Shrinking #1 - Almond
Post by Protoman on Feb 1, 2007, 6:38pm

A Co-op fic between Born and myself.

Shrinking #1- Almond

Cover description: Almond in his uniform, sitting on Doctor Spooner's armchair. He looks far from depressed, though a bit thoughtful.

Almond was polite: he knocked.
Of course, he didn't wait for a reply, just pushed open the door slowly and walked in without hesitation. He looked comparatively relaxed. His uniform billowed behind him and a small stubble was growing on his chin.

He stepped towards Dr. Spooner boldly, and said:
"Good day, Doctor. A friend advised me to visit you."

"Hello, Almond is it? Have a seat."

Almond swooped over to the large armchair and sat down. He looked at Spooner expectantly.

"Why don't you tell me what you're here for. I'm sure you're not here just to see my pretty face," The doctor laughed.

Almond smiled slightly. "I thought you'd ask, that's why I prepared this." He took out a folded sheet of paper from the recesses of his uniform and handed it to the doctor. "It's a condensed version of the life and death of Almond Quimby. I assume you'd prefer it if I told you myself, but I'm rather sick of repeating that story."

Dr. Spooner read through the paper and placed it inside his notebook. "I see, I would imagine that it would cause some issues."

"I would imagine the same thing. I do have occasional problems with depression, I have trouble behaving certain ways and I tend to strike others as eccentric - a founded opinion, certainly."

"I want you to be aware that anything you tell me here is private information. It will never leave this room." He paused. "Tell me about this depression."

Almond made a thoughtful sound. "Well, foremost, I feel depressed. It's hard to pin down why, but I'd say because of my failure to uphold my standards of being likable to people. I try not to let it show."

Spooner took a few notes in his notebook. "So you don't get along with your teammates?"

"I'd like to think otherwise," said Almond fluidly, "I don't know some of them very well, or I get on reasonably well, with some minor exceptions."

"Why don't you tell me about these exceptions?" He held his pencil and notebook ready.

"Well, first of all, there's Addison. I made something of a careless comment about her, that showed me in a slightly bad light. And, of course, Kidd… Me and her got into a somewhat embarrassing situation in a sparring match, entirely due to my actions. I don't think she has forgiven me. Wreck seems a bit suspicious of me for some reason, I'm not sure why…."

The Dr. jotted down everything that Almond said. "I see. What about your other teammates, why don't you get along with them?"

"I'd say I get on all right with the bulk of them. At least, that's what I hope."

"That's a common feeling, the need to feel accepted," The doctor smiled. "Is there anything else you want to talk about, or should we try to find the reason for your depression?"

"I'd assume it's because of a certain confusion about whether or not I should really be alive," said Almond.

"I believe that it's quite clear that you're supposed to be alive. If you weren't why would you be here?"

Almond threw the doctor a cold glance. "I died."

"But you're back now, some act of god brought you back."

"Or some act of the devil…"

"What do you mean by that?" The doctor was clearly intrigued.

Almond crossed his legs and set himself into a more comfortable position. "I have a pretty strong suspicion I was returned by a demon due to a wish."

"How interesting…why would you think that?"

"My return coincided exactly with the team visiting Mephisto's realm, where they were tempted with pacts. Some agreed, but we don't know what for."

The doctor quickly wrote a few things down. "How interesting, have you spoken to anyone about this?"

"Of course. A few people. No doubt I'll do it with others as well, it ever comes up."

"Hmm, I see. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

"A lot of things, I guess," he replied with an odd smile, "but we don't have forever, do we?"

Dr. Spooner glanced down at his watch. "No, you're right. Perhaps we should wrap it up. You can make another appointment with the receptionist."

Almond stared at the doctor for a few seconds. Finally, he stood up and waved his hand dismissively.
"I probably will," he said with a slight grin. "Good day, Doctor…"

"Good day, Almond."

As Almond leaves the room, Dr. Spooner locked the door. He got up and went to the phone. He dials. "…Almond Quimby… yes… no… very well, sir." He hung up.

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