The Arcane Theory

Chapter 12-Jack

I woke up at around 0500 hours, that's 5 am in case you didn't know. Patrick was still asleep and probably wasn't going to wake anytime soon so I decided that I'd go to my therapy session with my therapist. I went to the living room and sat on the couch. My therapist, my cat, was sitting in the chair wearing his suit and his glasses.

"Welcome back Jack, just a quick recap of our last session we last addressed the puke you found on your floor and how it made you feel. Then I admitted the puke was my puke and I apologized. You then responded to my confession by drugging me with catnip, putting me in a cardboard box, and torturing me with the red dot that appears on the wall. This time we're here to discuss your issues with seeing things." he explained to me.

"What you mean seeing things, like you."I said with an evil smile.

"THATS IT YOU'VE CROSSED THE LINE JACK IM SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR SHIT, FUCK YOU!!" with those words said he lunged at my face.

"Non Cosi..." I said before Broom Closet Attacked me. He began to hit me with his paws, which hurts a lot more than you'd think it would. While getting beaten by Broom Closet I noticed Tiny was eating popcorn and watching the fight. I looked at Tiny with disgust and she just shrugged and continued to watch the on going fight. Broom closet began hitting me harder. I retaliated by grabbing his hand and head butting him. I then picked up a chair and smacked broom closet across the face with it, I also broke the chair.... The fighting continued for about 2 hours, Tiny occasionally cheered me on and threw pop corn at us.

"Hey I-I cant fi- im to tired." stuttered broom closet

"Me too," I said "Lets call it a draw." I proposed.

Broom Closet nodded and said "I need a beer." and walked through the wall. Things tend to get very weird when broom closet talks.... I went back up stairs and Patrick was awake.