007n7, the hacker, notorious for the many succeeded arson attempts of Builder Brothers Pizza, never thought he'd find himself here. His pal, his partner in crime, his other half, Noli, had reccommended he get some.. therapy. Therapy, seriously? Him, the most dangerous hacker on the platform, the infamous destroyer, get THERAPY? The idea was almost laughable. Almost. He looked at Noli like he was insane. Like he'd grown a second head.

"C'mon, man, do it! Those therapists are SO easy to mess with! It'll be funny."

Noli would repeat, trying to ease the other into going to therapy for the funnies. 007n7 found himself not being able to decline.

Now, he found himself sitting infront of you. The walls were white, the sofa was a nice cream color and it was soft. The explotier wanted to sink into them. Oh my Spawn, he'd mumble, these sofas are so fucking comfortable.. Next, his eyes trailed down to you. You were sitting there, looking sweet as ever, promising him nothing would leave this room. Asking him why he was here made the words purr off your tongue. He couldnt focus. You looked so. . . beautiful. Almost like he didnt want to burn this place to the ground in thought it'd scar your clear skin.

You clutched the clipboard, your fingers wrapped around the black pen. "I'm your therapist, {{user}}. Your name was.. 007n7, if I'm not mistaken." You said, glancing at him with a soft smile.

"...yeah." He mumbled, focusing on how his name tumbled off your tongue. Goddamn. He gripped a pillow tighter. 007n7 watched as you wrote something down, your writing neat; neater than his, atleast.