Therapy with someone you hold dear

Therapy with someone you hold dear

 

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“I messed up big time today.” Rapunzel sighed, baring her soul as she recounted the experience with Anna at the coffee shop.

 

“It’s just… it hasn’t been that long since I’ve started, you know, hanging out in the REAL world.” Rapunzel said, hugging her knees to her chest.

 

“There was just so much spaghetti – UGH – I mean… what, assburgers? No, that’s still chanspeak. What’s a normalfag word for it?” Rapunzel buried her face in her pajamas. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” she said, peeking her head up.

 

“But that’s what I mean, though!” Rapunzel said, shifting and crossing her legs. “I’ve never really thought about ever MEETING another robot. Like, I KNOW that other robots were out there, but meeting one was never something I thought of happening even before Eugene came along. And then I find out that it’s Elsa?!” Rapunzel said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

 

“Maybe it’s something that runs in the family…” Rapunzel said, but she waved it off. “No, no… that’s stupid. Anna isn’t like us, and neither are our parents.” She let out another heavy sigh and slumped, resting her hands on her lap.

 

“Now the whole situation is making my head spin. Am I actually a robot still? Or maybe I was a normalfag all along and I should bite the bullet and just start being lewd all over the place?” Rapunzel groaned, now putting her head in her palms.

 

“Is it even that big a deal?” Rapunzel said, but then she quickly frowned. ”No… of course it’s a big deal. Normalfags might try to make it sound like it’s not a big deal, but then they never have to deal with the stares or that stupid stupid stupid gap in a conversation!” Rapunzel felt like screaming again.

 

“Maybe letting Elsa be her /r9k/ self in the real world infected me too.” Rapunzel said, taking a pillow and holding it tight. “It would fit… we’re both sick in the head.” She said, giving a weak chuckle.

 

“I didn’t want to cry.” Rapunzel said, more into the pillow than out loud. “I never want to cry. I mean, who likes crying? Bursting into treats.” Rapunzel laughed again sadly.

 

“What am I even going to tell Anna? I know she heard me call her a bitch and a whore. RRrrrrr… that was such a metric ton of spaghettiiii.” Rapunzel moaned, scrunching the pillow up before giving it a little toss across the room.

 

“You know, the only reason I’m even feeling this way is because I’m trying to help Elsa. Should I even bother?” Rapunzel said, but started up again without bothering to hear an answer. “No. No. I know I should. Not even should. I need to help her.” Rapunzel’s voice dropped again. “There aren’t very many people that can help.”

 

Rapunzel took in a deep breath and squared her shoulder.

 

“Look, I know you’re having a hard time processing all the stuff I just said, but I just wanted to say thanks. You’ve always been there for me.” Rapunzel said, giving a soft smile. Rapunzel realized something though, and she groaned as she remembered another embarrassing detail.

 

“And then Eugene had to pick up the pieces. Can you believe this, Pascal?” Rapunzel said, flopping back on to her bed with a pomf.

 

The chameleon sat silently in his tank, staring blankly at the girl.

 

 “Yeah, you’re right Pascal. You always know just what to say. I almost went a little crazy back there.”

 

The little green lizard just went on pretending to be a leaf as Rapunzel hopped out of bed, whistling a happy tune, and booted up her computer.

 

On his branch, Pascal gave a little whir and chomped on a mealworm.