[Fear's POV]

Emo Girl.

That stupid nickname made me freeze.

How did I not remember my own stinking therapist?

"Why is Dr. Psycho coming here?" Time looked at her phone in confusion, before her eyes flickered to my rapidly paling face. This was not going to end well.

"You saw her over here, didn't you?" her facial expression was a threat. The "Leave out one detail and you will be brutally murdered in your sleep" kind of look.

"Well," I shrugged, looking anywhere but at her. "On my first day here, she may or may not have given me my schedule for my classes-"

"So, basically, she's been around the entire time," Time cut me off, waving her hand around.

"I guess so...," I nod, watching as she fell backwards on my bed. She stared at the ceiling for a few moments. I could practically hear her mind whirring from where I was at the door.

And then Pain made her appearance.

"Move it or lose it!" I barely manage to move out of the doorway before she tackled me. She marches all the way to Time before joining her on my bed. I look at the rumpled sheets with a grimace.

Why is it always my things?

"What's this about the Emo chicky?" Pain cut straight to the point, nearly landing on Time before she caught herself.

She then proceeded to crash on Time anyway.

"I remember seeing her on my first day here," I shrug, looking away. How did I forget that, anyway? "She gave me my class timetable."

"One less lodging to worry about, at least," Pain glares at Time, who continues to push her away in an attempt to get some space. Pain just sighs and rolls to the center of the bed, burying her face in my pillows.

I move to my bed, planning on trying to get rid of them, when I get yet another barged entry. I turn, ready to launch into another grumble about knocking, when it registers who exactly is at my door.

My mom stares at me in shock, shifting her gaze between me and the two people (in the loosest sense of the word) on my bed. Behind her, smirking in all of her glory, is Prylia.

In the few moments of my confusion, Time had managed to move quickly into action. She had a book out, shuffling through notes and acted as if we all were studying before my mom came in, which was the furthest from the truth you could get.

Wait, how did she manage to get everything so quickly?

"Hey, Miss," Pain flips over on my bed, fully relaxing on my covers as she spoke to my mom. Time freezes for a moment, watching all of the papers land next to Pain, before letting out a long-suffering sigh.

Wait, Pain is talking to my mom, I could feel the panic rising. This is not going to end well...

"MOM, WE'RE ALL WORKING ON AN ASSIGNMENT FOR SCHOOL!" I motion to Time quickly. I cross my fingers in my pocket and glance at Pain, who nods reluctantly.

My mom seems to be torn between believing me and believing whatever Prylia told her. She finally nods, giving me the benefit of the doubt. She turns to leave, ignoring said jerk as she walked away.

"What's your motive for that, Prylia?" Time is immediately in action, holding a pen as if it was a weapon. Pain is a little more prepared, holding a blade with a look of anticipation in her eyes.

I turn to Prylia, feeling every instinct I had scream at her presence. She tried to do something, that much we all knew.

But what?

"Don't worry," she turns and walks away, not even giving us a chance to question her. "It's already done."

If I had been paying attention, I probably would have noticed the lack of my mom in the kitchen...

A/N: Well, I did it.
LycaShairu9, you know what's coming in the next chapter :D

Or should I say, who?

Anyway, Fear is practicing origami in my office (for some odd reason).

(He's actually really good at it)

Either way, he has a ton of work he's SUPPOSED to be doing right now, but he's in here.

Procrasting.

It clearly runs in this family (^_-).

So, while I convince this idiot to work.

Denograde out ;)