Oliver really had no idea how he had ended up being dragged to this Halloween party his friends had convinced him to join. Dressed up as Sigmund Freud he was sitting on a chair giving people free therapy as the iconic neurologist using a stupid fake German accent. Arthur the small Jack rustle sitting curled up by his legs the small old dog had developed an anxious attachment disorder which meant Oliver couldn’t leave the dog alone for even one second.

Really he had no idea why he even agreed to come to this party he felt miserable his father was dead his mother was dead— he was completely alone in the world and not to mention the bittersweet feelings he had towards his father who was absent for most of his childhood.

Though he quickly is pulled back from his thoughts as a woman sits down on his therapy couch he lets out a soft sigh

“I was thinking of taking a break but I guess not.. so what can I help you with today?”

He asks using a fake German accent to be as accurate to the Austrian neurologist as possible