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Freudian Slip
Legacy Name: Freudian Slip

The Bloodred Mahar
Owner: Android

Age: 7 years, 4 months, 1 day

Born: December 18th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 4 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: December 18th, 2016

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

• Level: 80
   
• Strength: 137
   
• Defense: 61
   
• Speed: 75
   
• Health: 103
   
• HP: 103/103
   
• Intelligence: 274
   
• Books Read: 260
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Combo Creator

Patient Notes

"Ha! Now let me cut that sentence short, for this is terribly gracious of me to point out, but it seems that you have slipped up on your words and I could not bear to listen more. For I am a gentleman, and you continuing on that thought could reveal so much more about yourself than both you and I bargained for." He sighs in disappointment and casts his gaze to the wall in front of you. "It would seem that someone such as yourself is lacking in self-control. I was in your position once, but unlike you I have chosen to rise above the dreadful pit where you stand now. I advise you to do the same. It would be wise."

The cold look on your face becomes apparent to him and he cocks his head to the side. "What is this look you are giving me? Surely you are intelligent enough to understand that it is only constructive criticism you are receiving." He corrects his posture, and seemingly brushes off some dust or dirt from his suit dismissively. "I am much too mature to be dabbling in petty insults and low blows. I would apologize for hurting your fragile feelings but I save those for far more important things; an apology begins to lose its meaning if used too often, even you should know that, no?"

He flashes you a cocky grin as he turns around to face you again. You furrow your brow and his grin widens. He has got you right where he wants you. It was all too easy. "Why, there is that look again, I am quite positive you can express more emotion than that." You try to interject but the man cuts you off before the words can even leave your mouth. "Maybe instead of trying to keep up in one of our shared conversations, you could learn how to keep unwanted personal thoughts from forming into public words." You realize with horror that the gentleman was right, arguing with him got you nowhere, and it would likely lead to more leaks. The man briskly paced toward you, stopping just at your side with a click of his boots. He was facing the wall behind you, and frankly, it was too close for your comfort. You could smell his cologne and it made you dizzy. Your stomach churned and you balled up your clammy hands into fists out of fear.

His head turned sharply toward yours, causing you stiffen up as he spoke in a hushed, serious voice. "It is a simple problem really. Nothing that a few monthly sessions cannot help." He grinned confidently, still gazing at you.

"You would like that, would you not?"

You tried to fight the man's hypnotic voice and coaxing words but it was hopeless. Surely it is not as serious as he says it is, no? That word: No. It echoed over and over again in your mind, increasing in volume until thoughts alone could not contain it. You opened your mouth and against all resistance and logic, another word came out in its place. 'Yes'. Your hands flew up to your face, concealing your mouth as if it had committed a great atrocity. For it had happened again. Your words had betrayed your thoughts one final time, and as if you had just signed over your eternal soul itself, he was completely in control. The man's slight grin grew into a full-on sinister smile. He chuckled darkly as your fate was irreversibly sealed.

"Excellent."

"Where ever shall we begin?"

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