"Why don't you two oversee group therapy?" asks Dr. West. You hesitate and shiver. While Dr. West was a nice kitsune, you were in the K.D.P. The Kaiju Disarming Plant. The reason the hospital was called that was because it was a mental hospital for monsters who would destroy the human world if they went into it. Last time you checked, there were at least twenty patients. You're so scared you hide in Roxy's cleavage as your partner looks down.
Roxy just gives you a smile. "You don't have to worry Stephen, you have me to protect you remember?" "Oh," you say. "Right. Thanks partner." Roxy smiles and as Dr. West walks you away, an orderly walks up to you. She was a blue bahamut, a monster resembling a cross between a fish, a hippo and a dragon. "Hi Jedda," says Roxy. "What's up?" "Hi Roxy," says the bahamut. "Hello Stephen." You knew Jedda because her older sister, Elisa, was Roxy's best friend (besides you of course). Jedda was friendly like her sister, but you noticed she was staring at you with hungry eyes.
"Right this way," says Jedda as she escorts you and Roxy towards group therapy. Elisa told you that Jedda was a predator and was taking self-help classes to try and give up human meat. She wasn't having much success and that made you nervous. "You know Stephen," says Jedda. "I shouldn't be saying this since I'm married and well... a lesbian... but you look good today." "Thank you Jedda." You say. Jedda lets out a giggle. "In fact, you'd look even better wrapped up in a tortilla with lettuce and tomatoes." You gulp at that thought as the hippo monster blushes. "Oops. Was that out loud."
Well, miraculously Jedda brings you and Roxy to group therapy without eating you up. You look forward to see Whitney, the head nurse already there. Whitney was a giant wererhinoceros with long orange hair and a blue tattoo over her eye. For someone who was even... ahem... more well covered than Roxy, she was beautiful. Too bad she was married. Amusingly enough, you heard her husband was a human.
Whitney wasn't alone however, there were six patients with her. You could identify them because Fran kept a copy of all their records. First of them was Cassandra, a gigantic purple vampire type werebat who was playing with a toy plane. Cassandra's problem was that a head injury regressed her back to childhood. She was the most innocent patient in the K.D.P. but also one of the most dangerous if you were a human because she tended to mistake them for toys.
The next patient was Hazel, a titanic wereskunk who was wrapped up in a straitjacket. Hazel scared you. She was a giant monster version of the Joker and even looked the part with her green hair and chronic slasher smile. She was really plump today which meant she hadn't sprayed for a long time and that meant she was fully loaded.
Then there was Artemis, a purple python, a dragon resembling an actual python with arms and legs. Artemis was a drunk who came to the K.D.P. to get sober. Too bad all that withdrawal has given her a craving for human flesh.
Next to Artemis was Nicole, a nuckelavee, a skinless red horse woman. Nicole was a masochist who was admitted for torturing herself in extremely cruel ways. There was a rumor her boyfriend sent her to the K.D.P. after he caught her about to sit on a chainsaw. Her already gruesome looking body was covered in scars that made her a nightmare to look at.
After Nicole was Paula, an obese rose skinned cyclops wearing a maid outfit. You hear Paula had a serious case of O.C.D. and would throw a nasty tantrum whenever somebody tracked so much as a speck of dirt into the K.D.P.
Finally was Amalthea, a pink and white striped unicorn who was just as obese as Paula. Amalthea was a depressed creature who thought she was the last unicorn and was very suicidal. Unfortunately, she drowned her sorrows by swallowing humans by the handful.
The session was about to start and Whitney adjusts her glasses. "Okay everybody," she says. "We're going to try and reach for the person you are deep inside your minds, buried beneath all the demons in your heads." Hazel smirks and moves her eyes slightly. "Mine's not talking," she says. "Must be a mime." Hazel lets out a psychotic laugh as Whitney rolls her eyes. "Well, that's nice, Hazel." Amalthea lets out a sigh. "What good is nice or naughty?" she asks. "Being a good person doesn't extend your life. We only go through life doing good deeds because we believe it will compensate for the inescapable death."
Cassandra stops playing and runs to Whitney to grab hold of her. "Ms. Whitney," she says. "Amalthea's scaring me again." Whitney lets out a sigh and taps Cassandra on the back before she notices you and Roxy. "Oh," she says. "Roxy, Stephen, how good of you to join us." "Hey Whitney." "Roxy," says Artemis with a smile. "How's it going?" "Hi Artemis," says Roxy. "Congratulations, three weeks sober." Artemis notices you in Roxy's cleavage and flickers her snake's tongue before she licks her lips. "Are you going to eat that?" she asks as she points to you.
You scream and dig down into the cleavage before Amalthea groans. "Artemis gets a snack," she says. "But I don't see anyone bringing me humans." "Nobody is eating any humans," says Whitney as she hands Cassandra a candy bar to calm her down. "Just the thought should be considered a mental disorder." Roxy steps back from Artemis before Paula turns her one eye and it practically pops out of her head. She notices that Roxy's talons are covered in sand and screams.
"You!" she yells. "You're tracking sand all over the floor! I was up from dawn disinfecting this entire hospital! Do you have any idea how filthy a public beach is!" "Geez," says Roxy. "Sorry!" "And that's not even considering what's in the water!" yells Paula as she pulls her hair. "There are syringes in the sea!"
Nicole pulls on Roxy's tail and gives a creepy smile as you look down at her. "Excuse me Ms. Maza," says Nicole. "Are there any great whites in the water. I love to feel the little nippers chewing away at my fingers. Oh, Whitney, can I play with Phoebe tonight? She's gathered all the toilet paper in the K.D.P. for kindling and I want a front row seat of the fire. Just the touch of it on my skin..."
These girls were even more messed up than the ones you were used to chasing. They must be the more psychotic cases in the K.D.P. "Absolutely not," says Whitney. "Nicole, you have a serious mental condition. Feeding it will only make it worse. Take a seat Roxy. Roxy grabs two chairs to sit down on as Whitney continues with the group therapy. You let out a slight snicker that Roxy needs two seats to hold up her weight but Roxy glares down at you and you look the other way.
"By the way Whitney," you say as you look at the ring on her finger. "Happy anniversary." "Thank you Stephen," says the rhino giantess with a smile. "Now, let's carry on girls."
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