[A/N: In this scenario, the timeline is set 6 years later, which means HAVOC is 19, ILLUSION is 20 and JUXTAPOSE is 23, and lets pretend that you're a 23 year old therapist]

"So tell me, normal person,

Do you know what insanity's like?"

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Tapping your foot on the wooden floorboard, you held your clipboard in your hand you checked your list of appointments, seeing who the next patient was. written there was an odd name: Havoc Evergreen. You raised an eyebrow upon seeing the odd name, tapping your pen against your desk, thinking that it wasn't the patient's real name, and that maybe the patient spoke in metaphors or something.

Well, whoever it was, their appointment time had come, but they still weren't here...

"I told you! I don't need a damn therapist! Let me go or I'll kill you! And gimme back my crystal!" A girl's voice came from outside.

"Shut up, Havoc! And this is your punishment for destroying police cars." A deep male voice said from outside.

"Juxtapose, I think this might be a bad idea, she'll scare the therapist..." A soft male voice came from outside, and soon a red haired girl burst through the door after being pushed in by a blonde haired man, and a blue haired man stood beside the door with a worried expression.

"STAY HERE AND TALK TO THE THERAPIST, DON'T YOU DARE RUN AWAY, DOUBLE DUCK BUTT!" The blonde haired man yelled, holding a bright red crystal necklace in his hand and slamming the door shut.

"Damn that man whore..." The girl muttered, dusting off her knee length shorts before storming over to the couch, and you cleared your throat.

"Hello, you must be Havoc, right?" You asked kindly, gaining her attention.

"It's in your appointments list, isn't it, asshat?" She scoffed, looking away.

"So, Havoc, what seems to be the problem?" You asked her.

"The problem is riiiiiggggghhhhtttt here, YOU." She said, glaring at you. "And the fact that that man whore, Juxtapose, put me in this damn room with you."

"O-Oh, um--" "Stop stuttering like a highschool girl confessing to her crush." She cut off what you were going to say, and you forced a smile nervously.

"Okay...well, uh, from what I've heard, you've been showing aggressive behaviors against others, now, why is that?" You said, sweatdropping at the girl.

"What do you think, therapist?" She said, obviously questioning your position.

"Well, I think you've just been irritated and stressed lately, and you take it out on others." You said, but honestly, you doubted your own words. The girl was crazy--no, insane, and not to mention, overall rude. You wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be a wanted criminal or a gangster.

"Ah...what a pain in the ass, no. Although, you're kinda right about the irritated part. Almost everyone irritates the crap out of me, including you." She said. "Alright, since you're too dumb to figure it out, I'll tell you. It's because I'm who I am, and because I'm not normal, I'm not like the...boring people. "

"Now, what makes you think that you're not normal?" You asked.

"One, the very fact that I'm the so-called "mafia goddess of destruction",and two, the insanity that comes with that power." She said bluntly, as if nothing was wrong with her sentence.

"Excuse me?" You asked, puzzled and worried about what she said. "What do you mean by 'mafia goddess of destruction'?"

"One, I run a mafia gang called the Scorpions." She said, rolling up the sleeves of her longsleeved black shirt as she walked towards you. "And two; this."

She slammed her hand down on your desk. You winced slightly as you waited for the sound and shock of the impact, but it never came. You opened her eyed and noticed that her hand never made contact with the desk, rather, it had passed through the desk, and as she retracted it, it left a gaping hand-shaped hole in it's wake. "Now, do you still think you can help me?"

You gulped. She was dangerous, and you knew it. The most dangerous patient you've had so far.

"Yes. It is my job as a therapist to help my patients." You said with second thoughts, forcing a smile, and she clicked her tongue and grabbed you by the collar.

"You're normal, so how can you help someone like me," She scoffed. "someone who's gone so far down the drain that calling them deranged is an understatement?" She said.

"I-I have experience with dealing and helping with all types of patients, I can help you." You said, stuttering a bit.

"Do you really think you can?" She asked, and you nodded. "So tell me, normal person, do you know what insanity's like?"

"N-No..." You stuttered out.

"Well, I'll show you what it's like." She said, pulling you closer and looking at your eyes directly with her menacing blue eyes, as her irises turned into a crimson red color.

You could see every part of her insanity; the living hell inside her mind. You could hear the screams as you watched people get killed--no, obliterated by her, felt her murderous intent and heard the voices in her head; the demons living inside her mind.

They all put you in a trance, you had never seen anything like it before, it honestly intrigued you more than it scared you. You stared into her eyes intently until a knock was heard from the door and she looked away, her eyes returning to normal as she clicked her tongue.

"Oi, double duck butt! What the heck are you doing in there?! Your crystal's glowing like crazy!" A deep male voice, probably the blonde haired man, yelled through the door.

"Nothing, butt out, man whore!" She yelled, letting go of your collar as she opened the door.

"What the heck were you doing in there? Wait..don't tell me that you tortured your therapist!" The blonde haired man said, pushing Havoc aside to look at you, and breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that you were unhurt. "Phew...you're alright...wait...are you still sane?!"

"Yes, I'm fine." You said, reassuring him, but yet again, doubting your own words. "I'm perfectly fine."

"That's great..." He said, sighing in relief again.

"We're really glad to find someone other than us who can handle my girlfriend. Maybe whe should get her another appointment with you some other time." A blue haired man said, patting the blonde haired man's back. You were slightly taken aback by the fact that the gentle-looking soft spoken man in front of you was the boyfriend of your maniac of a patient. He looked like such a nice guy but you really wished he wouldn't go through with his plans. You weren't sure if you could handle another session with Havoc.

"Don't even try." Havoc clicked her tongue, relieving you of your worries. She then looked over to you. "This' gotten boring. Can I leave now?"

"Oh--um, yes! Your appointment is over, you may leave now." You said, straightening up.

"Well, nice meeting ya. See you around, ______." She said, and as she exited the room with the two men.

---EXTRA---

"Hey, man whore, who paid for the appointment, anyways?" Havoc asked.

"I'm not a man whore, and who else do you think paid for it? It was Illusion." Juxtapose said.

"Damn you rich people." She said to Illusion. "How much did you pay _____, anyways?"

"Enough to compensate for...well, you." Illusion replied.

"Must be a huge ass amount." Juxtapose said, laughing.

An irk mark appeared on Havoc's head as she punched Juxtapose in the face.
"Shut up, man whore!"

~Meanwhile~

You sighed, looking at the hand-shaped hole in your desk. You had to get another one, but you didn't know if you had enough money since you had just bought a new house and furniture to go with it. You sighed, hoping that the appointment with Havoc had gotten you enough money.

Checking your bank account on your phone, your eyes widened at the amount that the person who paid for Havoc's appointment had deposited into your account.

"Five-hundred thousand dollars?!" You yelled in disbelief, especially when you saw where it came from. "AND IT'S FROM CYROS INC.?!"

In your state of shock, you leaned back dramatically and accidentally tipped your seat over, making you fall onto the ground.