Jackles Psychiatrist: *walks in and sits down in front of Jackle. Jackles sitting down, playing with his razor sharp playing cards. His capes covering his body and arms, so you cant tell that he doesnt have any* ^_^ Hello, there! Reala and Fang have paid, so youll be seeing me twice a week from now on. My name is Ms. Calm. So, shall we begin?
Jackle: *takes off his hat and puts cards underneath* Yes, Lets!
JP: So, your name is Jackle?
JP: *surprised* No? What do you mean no?
Jackle: My name isnt Jackle.
JP: *catches on* *patronizing voice* Of course its not. What is your name?
Jackle: ^_^ Eleanor of Aquitaine! Ask me again, and I shall tell you the same!
JP: *rolls eyes* Very well
Jackle: *looks around* Whos Eleanor?
Never mind. So, Jackle! Tell me about yourself!
Jackle: Well, this whole thing started when Master Wizeman created me, and-
JP: *cuts him off* You mean your father, dont you?
Jackle: No, I mean my Master!
JP: *teensy bit nervous* Of course! *writes down Masochistic Qualities on her little clipboard. Its positioned high so that Jackle cant see it* Please, continue!
Jackle: ANYway, Master Wizeman created me, and taught me how to do things!
JP: *is writing things down* Things like what?
Jackle: *waves mantle-covered invisible arm around so it looks like he has an arm* Oh, you know
the usual things
how to frighten dreamers
stealing Ideya from Nightopians
how to gamble
JP: *writes down Father is destructive influence* Jackle
what did you say that your fathers-
Jackle: *cuts her off, annoyed* >_< My Master!
JP: *is starting to sound strained* -Yes, of course. Masters name was?
Jackle: *proudly* ^_^ My Master is Wizeman the Wicked, Ultimate Overlord of all Nightmare!
JP: A lord? I dont know if theres any lords left in America
*remembers* Oh yeah, I forgot. Youre just a dreamer. You wouldnt know.
JP: *annoyed* Will you STOP calling me dreamer? Im human, Just like you!
Jackle: *rolls eyes, then glares* o_/o How DARE you compare a high-status Nightmaren such as myself to such a lowly dreamer like you? I ought to turn you into a playing card right now for your impudence!
JP: *calms down somewhat, writes severely delusional* You will, will you?
Jackle: *humphs, then stops* I should
But anyway, back to Master Wizeman
*creepy voice* Hes the beast that hides in your closet
the darkness of your worst dream
the very ESSENCE of evil
*black grin* He can turn any dreamer into a sobbing heap in minutes
and Im his creation
hes also the one who taught me how to be insane
how to torture innocent dreamers
JP: *feverishly scribbles sadistic qualities* *shakes finger* You know, Jackle
torturing people isnt a nice thing to do
why not ask them nicely, instead?
Jackle: *stares coldly, then grins even more insanely* If I did
I wouldnt get to hear their dying screams, would I? Then Reala would call me a sissy
JP: *is starting to look really stressed out* Ah, yes. He is your older brother, I believe? Didnt you have an other brother as well? NiGHTS, I think he was called?
*dangerously quiet voice* Never
JP: *is confused* Huh?
Jackle: O_/O NEVER MENTION NiGHTS TO ME!!!!!!! *stands up, mantle still covering body* HES A TRAITOR TO WIZEMAN, AND ISNT WORTHY ENOUGH TO LICK THE MUD OFF WIZEMANS NON EXISTANT BOOTS!!!!
JP: *loses it* ENOUGH WITH THE WIZEMAN JUNK, ALLRIGHT???? HE ISNT REAL!! NIGHTMARE ISNT REAL!!! IDEYA ARENT REAL!!! NIGHTOPIANS ARENT REAL!!! YOU ARE DELUSIONAL!!!
Jackle: *is silent for a few minutes, then laughs a quiet, evil laugh* Heheheh
youve just made the worst mistake that youve ever made, dreamer
*slowly pulls out razor sharp cards*
and ever will make, in fact. Because, when someone speaks about Wizeman the wrong way
they answer to Jackle! *throws out arms so that the mantle flies upward in a gust of wind, revealing that Jackle doesnt have a body*
JP: *screams* 0_0 AAAAAAAAH!
Jackle: >8D *holds up a blank playing card* Say goodbye to your world
DREAMER! *a dark flash of light, then when it clears, Ms. Calm is gone, and theres an image on the playing card*
*stares at Ms. Calm on the card. Her face is one of silent horror, and her mouth is open in a silent scream*
Jackle: *triumphant grin* It seems as though Ive acquired another non-believer
I wonder how long my new toy will take to BREAK IN
*slips card under hat, smiles brightly, then skips out of the office*
Me: *outside the office* Jackle! Howd it go?
Jackle: *sulks a bit* She didnt believe me when I told her
But I think I convinced her! *laughs* She even bought that crud about me hating NiGHTS! Cmon, everybody! Lets go out and buy some Sea-Salt Ice cream-my treat! *skips off*
Me: *is suddenly more serious once Jackle leaves* *looks at Reala* There goes another one.
Reala: Thats the twelfth one weve taken him to, I think. Ive lost count ever since the Mr. Relaxed incident. Wasnt that the fifth one?
Me: No, no, that was Mrs. Tranquil, remember? Mr. Relaxed was the seventh one.
Reala: Really? I thought that the seventh one was Mme. Serene. That one almost believed him, but then Jackle said that hed been sucking helium that time, so
*starts walking after Jackle*
do you think that well EVER find someone?
Me: *starts walking with Reala*
Only time will tell, Reala. Only time will tell.