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@not-a-planet107
.•INTRO POST•.
this is a roleplay blog for my SCP: Find Us Alive oc, Sullen Pluto
my main/art account is @websidian if you're interested – and if you're only here for fua rp purposes, that's totally okay, too!!
some info about Pluto:
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
“ohhhh Harleyyyy you’re so fit and handsomeeee. I wish you’d talk to me like you talk to that microphone. Ohhh Harleyyyy-“
*It’s a dreadful impression, he’s barely even trying.*
*Pluto has resorted to smacking Scott's shoulder like he would his sister when they were bickering kids.*
"shut up! everyone thinks he's fit! I'm not even into him like that!! also I don't sound like that, you fucking sea hag!"
“Oh no you totally do i dont know what youre on about! And also not everyone finds him fit, for example I have a boyfriend who is way awesome.”
"your boyfriend is a loser who tried to give me stickers in order to get over my hatred of people."
“He has a kind heart, unlike some people.”
*looks at you looks at you.*
"yeah, you.
bitch."
“I’m full of love you fucking geed.”
"so am I, you fuckin' mouldy stain of a person."
“Okay that was personal. What the fuck man? Nice insult, will be using.”
"thanks, I used to live with a ten year old girl. she has more creative insults than I could ever come up with on my own."
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
“ohhhh Harleyyyy you’re so fit and handsomeeee. I wish you’d talk to me like you talk to that microphone. Ohhh Harleyyyy-“
*It’s a dreadful impression, he’s barely even trying.*
*Pluto has resorted to smacking Scott's shoulder like he would his sister when they were bickering kids.*
"shut up! everyone thinks he's fit! I'm not even into him like that!! also I don't sound like that, you fucking sea hag!"
“Oh no you totally do i dont know what youre on about! And also not everyone finds him fit, for example I have a boyfriend who is way awesome.”
"your boyfriend is a loser who tried to give me stickers in order to get over my hatred of people."
“He has a kind heart, unlike some people.”
*looks at you looks at you.*
"yeah, you.
bitch."
“I’m full of love you fucking geed.”
"so am I, you fuckin' mouldy stain of a person."
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
“ohhhh Harleyyyy you’re so fit and handsomeeee. I wish you’d talk to me like you talk to that microphone. Ohhh Harleyyyy-“
*It’s a dreadful impression, he’s barely even trying.*
*Pluto has resorted to smacking Scott's shoulder like he would his sister when they were bickering kids.*
"shut up! everyone thinks he's fit! I'm not even into him like that!! also I don't sound like that, you fucking sea hag!"
“Oh no you totally do i dont know what youre on about! And also not everyone finds him fit, for example I have a boyfriend who is way awesome.”
"your boyfriend is a loser who tried to give me stickers in order to get over my hatred of people."
“He has a kind heart, unlike some people.”
*looks at you looks at you.*
"yeah, you.
bitch."
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
“ohhhh Harleyyyy you’re so fit and handsomeeee. I wish you’d talk to me like you talk to that microphone. Ohhh Harleyyyy-“
*It’s a dreadful impression, he’s barely even trying.*
*Pluto has resorted to smacking Scott's shoulder like he would his sister when they were bickering kids.*
"shut up! everyone thinks he's fit! I'm not even into him like that!! also I don't sound like that, you fucking sea hag!"
“Oh no you totally do i dont know what youre on about! And also not everyone finds him fit, for example I have a boyfriend who is way awesome.”
"your boyfriend is a loser who tried to give me stickers in order to get over my hatred of people."
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
“ohhhh Harleyyyy you’re so fit and handsomeeee. I wish you’d talk to me like you talk to that microphone. Ohhh Harleyyyy-“
*It’s a dreadful impression, he’s barely even trying.*
*Pluto has resorted to smacking Scott's shoulder like he would his sister when they were bickering kids.*
"shut up! everyone thinks he's fit! I'm not even into him like that!! also I don't sound like that, you fucking sea hag!"
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
“Aw like your boyfriend.”
*Scott is just awkwardly standing there, seems like he doesnt want to commit to a smoke break right now.*
“Now unlike your boyfriend im super strong and would simply push the cabinet off of myself in one go.”
"HES NOT MY BOYFRIEND–"
*Pluto is not defensive at all.*
"I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*super not defensive. super chill and relaxed and super kind.*
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU."
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
“Sharing is caring Pluto. And I care about you!! So for that reason i will bestow upon you this gift.”
*a single cigarette. That previously belonged to Pluto anyway.*
"...I still have my own pack. but thanks. I guess."
*he just takes the cigarette and lights it. it's better when it's taken from someone else. even if it was previously his own.*
"I'm gonna drop a filing cabinet on you when I get a chance, by the way."
*he is SO kind and friendly and good at having friends*
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
“Um actually i do all of those things at all points in the day. You’re just salty you have no boyfriend COUGH COUGH the beautiful ed harley COUGH COUGH to make out with. But right now, I was just on my way to smoke and deeply inconvenience someone around me WHICH, may I add, I am VERY excited to do.”
*He’s very considerate. Lancaster isnt around which means it is now his mission to cause as much frustration as he can.*
*Pluto is silent, staring at Scot for a very long period.*
"give me my smokes back, Scott."
*he is not impressed.*
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
“Soooooo…. What are you doing at a time like this huh?”
*It’s 4pm.*
"work, usually.
not that the work i do matters or has any impact thanks to the resets
its 4pm, Herman.
what do you usually do? get high? make out with your boyfriend? literally anything at all?"
*Pluto is so kind and nice.*
*shows up and does a really cool and epic trick while spinning in the air and theres fire.*
“Hello Pluto.” *says Scott, who actually didn’t do any of the stuff i just said he did.*
(@thescottof107)
"i-"
*Pluto just stares at Scott blankly for a moment.*
"hi."
*what a fucking loser.*
Dr. Lancaster said i can skip therapy sessions if I talk to/am nice to enough people
so hi.
you. have. a nice. voice.
or
something like that.
- @not-a-planet107
Oh- hi. I, uh, thank you? for the compliment? I think?
"you're so welcome.
I just. don't want therapy."
“Pretty understandable.
.. so. Uh, hi, I guess.”
"hi.
you're a tolerable person. I think.
how's.
the radio. and. speaking into the void everyday?"
“It’s going alright. You, uh, know that we’ve made contact with the outside, and the connection is.. stable. Yeah.”
"holy fuck yeah.
maybe i can see my family again."
Dr. Lancaster said i can skip therapy sessions if I talk to/am nice to enough people
so hi.
you. have. a nice. voice.
or
something like that.
- @not-a-planet107
Oh- hi. I, uh, thank you? for the compliment? I think?
"you're so welcome.
I just. don't want therapy."
“Pretty understandable.
.. so. Uh, hi, I guess.”
"hi.
you're a tolerable person. I think.
how's.
the radio. and. speaking into the void everyday?"
Dr. Lancaster said i can skip therapy sessions if I talk to/am nice to enough people
so hi.
you. have. a nice. voice.
or
something like that.
- @not-a-planet107
Oh- hi. I, uh, thank you? for the compliment? I think?
"you're so welcome.
I just. don't want therapy."
"you're supposed to be my therapist.
make me not depressed."
– a very tired records employee (@not-a-planet107)
"I'm uhh- okay, come in, take a seat."
*Pluto comes in and sits down across from Lancaster, staring at him blankly.*
"I'm not good at feeling like a person."
*He grabs his notepad, flicking to a new page, starting to take notes*
"Like in a dissociation kind of way?"
*Pluto just sort of shrugs.*
"i dunno. probably. I also just don't like people– and I'm bad at the whole... interacting with people and being a person thing."
*he then gesters vaguely. it's clear that he does not often talk about his issues. or go to therapy. at all.*
"you're my therapist. ...fffix it."
"That's...Pluto, I can't just pick up a hammer and some nails and fix this. We need to go deeper into this if you're comfortable. It sounds like you've isolating lately. Is this on purpose or accident?"
"that's. stupid. and I hate that.
and, I dunno, man. I just don't. talk to people. I don't like the people here. I never really talked to my coworkers before the shift. and now I'm stuck with a bunch of strangers. and Herman. I guess. he's not much of a stranger anymore."
"You know Scott! Okay! That's good! Is this like an anxiety thing? Where you're too scared to talk to people?"
"no. I just don't like people. and they usually don't like me. because I'm kind of a dick."
"Everyone deserves a second chance! Look, what department do you work in?"
"Records."
*He pulls out a sticker chart from his drawer*
"Everytime you say something nice to Dr Harley you get a sticker. Everytime you say something to someone not in records who isn't Scott, you get two stickers!"
*Pluto grimaces at this.*
"I'm not a child. or a dog. I don't need you to give me positive reinforcement, through stickers, to talk to people."
"I've got cat stickers?"
"I'm still not a child, and I have no use for stickers."
"How about when you get to five stickers, you get to miss one therapy appointment?"
"i don't think you're supposed to offer that, but I'll take it."
"Oh no trust me, it's the only thing that works in here. Tell me when you've talked to people and I'll verify it, and we can cancel a session after 5 people okay? Now do you want cat stickers, gold stars, or otter stickers?"
"whichever ones make me want to punt you across the room the least."
"Cats it is then!"
"you shouldn't have made it easy. I'm never coming to another fucking therapy appointment in my life."
"I don't count, Scott doesn't count and it's nice things to Dr Harley."
"i was VERY nice to Harley when i spoke with him. i don't know what you're talking about."
"At this point I don't know what I'm talking about. Ever."
"very reassuring thing to hear from your THERAPIST, by the way. thanks."
"Anytime!"
"....how are you the head of psychology?"
"Honestly, I wish I knew."
"...I feel like I'm supposed to have some amount of faith in my therapist. but what do I know about therapy.."
"Am I not worthy of faith?"
"you're my therapist, and you just tried to offer me, a full grown man, stickers, as positive reinforcement, like an elementary school teacher would. and also just offered me 'get out of therapy for free!' as a reward. like I'm not.. SUPPOSED to be coming in for regular therapy...
you also, JUST said, that you DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
"It's- look, would you do it any other way?"
"I'm not a therapist. I don't know. what I do know, though, is that a lot of grown adults don't love to be given things like stickers as some sort of positive reinforcement. it usually makes people think they're being seen or treated as children– and I'm not sure thats the message you want to get across to your patients if you want them to trust you."
"The main thing I've found is that people like being given stickers regardless."
"I don't. I'm 29, Lancaster. I don't like being treated like a kindergarten student."
*He looks like a kicked puppy. Why does he look like a kicked puppy*
"but the cat stickers.."
"grown man. I am a grown man."
"don't sad face me, you're my therapist. you're not supposed to get sad when i tell you how I feel about things.."
*he slides across a cat sticker. He's finally getting somewhere*
*Pluto just stares with a dead look on his face.*
"i don't want your cat stickers, Orion Lancaster."
*he slides across an otter stickers*
"I don't want your stickers. you're my therapist– LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DONT LIKE SOMETHING PLEASE."
"I- okay. Is there anything you do like?"
“He likes Harley.”
"WHAT THE FUCK HERMAN. IM IN THERAPY."
"...do you want me to make stickers of Harley?"
"I DONY WANT YOU TO MAKE STICKERS OF HARLEY. I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*Lancaster pauses for a minute, before fastening a pride flag to his lab coat*
"it's okay to be you."
"wh- I KNOW THAT. I AM GAY. IM JUST NOT GAY FOR HARLEY."
"Pluto listen to me. It's okay."
"IT WOULD BE BUT IM NOT GAY FOR HIM."
"you're supposed to be my therapist.
make me not depressed."
– a very tired records employee (@not-a-planet107)
"I'm uhh- okay, come in, take a seat."
*Pluto comes in and sits down across from Lancaster, staring at him blankly.*
"I'm not good at feeling like a person."
*He grabs his notepad, flicking to a new page, starting to take notes*
"Like in a dissociation kind of way?"
*Pluto just sort of shrugs.*
"i dunno. probably. I also just don't like people– and I'm bad at the whole... interacting with people and being a person thing."
*he then gesters vaguely. it's clear that he does not often talk about his issues. or go to therapy. at all.*
"you're my therapist. ...fffix it."
"That's...Pluto, I can't just pick up a hammer and some nails and fix this. We need to go deeper into this if you're comfortable. It sounds like you've isolating lately. Is this on purpose or accident?"
"that's. stupid. and I hate that.
and, I dunno, man. I just don't. talk to people. I don't like the people here. I never really talked to my coworkers before the shift. and now I'm stuck with a bunch of strangers. and Herman. I guess. he's not much of a stranger anymore."
"You know Scott! Okay! That's good! Is this like an anxiety thing? Where you're too scared to talk to people?"
"no. I just don't like people. and they usually don't like me. because I'm kind of a dick."
"Everyone deserves a second chance! Look, what department do you work in?"
"Records."
*He pulls out a sticker chart from his drawer*
"Everytime you say something nice to Dr Harley you get a sticker. Everytime you say something to someone not in records who isn't Scott, you get two stickers!"
*Pluto grimaces at this.*
"I'm not a child. or a dog. I don't need you to give me positive reinforcement, through stickers, to talk to people."
"I've got cat stickers?"
"I'm still not a child, and I have no use for stickers."
"How about when you get to five stickers, you get to miss one therapy appointment?"
"i don't think you're supposed to offer that, but I'll take it."
"Oh no trust me, it's the only thing that works in here. Tell me when you've talked to people and I'll verify it, and we can cancel a session after 5 people okay? Now do you want cat stickers, gold stars, or otter stickers?"
"whichever ones make me want to punt you across the room the least."
"Cats it is then!"
"you shouldn't have made it easy. I'm never coming to another fucking therapy appointment in my life."
"I don't count, Scott doesn't count and it's nice things to Dr Harley."
"i was VERY nice to Harley when i spoke with him. i don't know what you're talking about."
"At this point I don't know what I'm talking about. Ever."
"very reassuring thing to hear from your THERAPIST, by the way. thanks."
"Anytime!"
"....how are you the head of psychology?"
"Honestly, I wish I knew."
"...I feel like I'm supposed to have some amount of faith in my therapist. but what do I know about therapy.."
"Am I not worthy of faith?"
"you're my therapist, and you just tried to offer me, a full grown man, stickers, as positive reinforcement, like an elementary school teacher would. and also just offered me 'get out of therapy for free!' as a reward. like I'm not.. SUPPOSED to be coming in for regular therapy...
you also, JUST said, that you DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
"It's- look, would you do it any other way?"
"I'm not a therapist. I don't know. what I do know, though, is that a lot of grown adults don't love to be given things like stickers as some sort of positive reinforcement. it usually makes people think they're being seen or treated as children– and I'm not sure thats the message you want to get across to your patients if you want them to trust you."
"The main thing I've found is that people like being given stickers regardless."
"I don't. I'm 29, Lancaster. I don't like being treated like a kindergarten student."
*He looks like a kicked puppy. Why does he look like a kicked puppy*
"but the cat stickers.."
"grown man. I am a grown man."
"don't sad face me, you're my therapist. you're not supposed to get sad when i tell you how I feel about things.."
*he slides across a cat sticker. He's finally getting somewhere*
*Pluto just stares with a dead look on his face.*
"i don't want your cat stickers, Orion Lancaster."
*he slides across an otter stickers*
"I don't want your stickers. you're my therapist– LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DONT LIKE SOMETHING PLEASE."
"I- okay. Is there anything you do like?"
“He likes Harley.”
"WHAT THE FUCK HERMAN. IM IN THERAPY."
"...do you want me to make stickers of Harley?"
"I DONY WANT YOU TO MAKE STICKERS OF HARLEY. I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
*Lancaster pauses for a minute, before fastening a pride flag to his lab coat*
"it's okay to be you."
"wh- I KNOW THAT. I AM GAY. IM JUST NOT GAY FOR HARLEY."
"you're supposed to be my therapist.
make me not depressed."
– a very tired records employee (@not-a-planet107)
"I'm uhh- okay, come in, take a seat."
*Pluto comes in and sits down across from Lancaster, staring at him blankly.*
"I'm not good at feeling like a person."
*He grabs his notepad, flicking to a new page, starting to take notes*
"Like in a dissociation kind of way?"
*Pluto just sort of shrugs.*
"i dunno. probably. I also just don't like people– and I'm bad at the whole... interacting with people and being a person thing."
*he then gesters vaguely. it's clear that he does not often talk about his issues. or go to therapy. at all.*
"you're my therapist. ...fffix it."
"That's...Pluto, I can't just pick up a hammer and some nails and fix this. We need to go deeper into this if you're comfortable. It sounds like you've isolating lately. Is this on purpose or accident?"
"that's. stupid. and I hate that.
and, I dunno, man. I just don't. talk to people. I don't like the people here. I never really talked to my coworkers before the shift. and now I'm stuck with a bunch of strangers. and Herman. I guess. he's not much of a stranger anymore."
"You know Scott! Okay! That's good! Is this like an anxiety thing? Where you're too scared to talk to people?"
"no. I just don't like people. and they usually don't like me. because I'm kind of a dick."
"Everyone deserves a second chance! Look, what department do you work in?"
"Records."
*He pulls out a sticker chart from his drawer*
"Everytime you say something nice to Dr Harley you get a sticker. Everytime you say something to someone not in records who isn't Scott, you get two stickers!"
*Pluto grimaces at this.*
"I'm not a child. or a dog. I don't need you to give me positive reinforcement, through stickers, to talk to people."
"I've got cat stickers?"
"I'm still not a child, and I have no use for stickers."
"How about when you get to five stickers, you get to miss one therapy appointment?"
"i don't think you're supposed to offer that, but I'll take it."
"Oh no trust me, it's the only thing that works in here. Tell me when you've talked to people and I'll verify it, and we can cancel a session after 5 people okay? Now do you want cat stickers, gold stars, or otter stickers?"
"whichever ones make me want to punt you across the room the least."
"Cats it is then!"
"you shouldn't have made it easy. I'm never coming to another fucking therapy appointment in my life."
"I don't count, Scott doesn't count and it's nice things to Dr Harley."
"i was VERY nice to Harley when i spoke with him. i don't know what you're talking about."
"At this point I don't know what I'm talking about. Ever."
"very reassuring thing to hear from your THERAPIST, by the way. thanks."
"Anytime!"
"....how are you the head of psychology?"
"Honestly, I wish I knew."
"...I feel like I'm supposed to have some amount of faith in my therapist. but what do I know about therapy.."
"Am I not worthy of faith?"
"you're my therapist, and you just tried to offer me, a full grown man, stickers, as positive reinforcement, like an elementary school teacher would. and also just offered me 'get out of therapy for free!' as a reward. like I'm not.. SUPPOSED to be coming in for regular therapy...
you also, JUST said, that you DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."
"It's- look, would you do it any other way?"
"I'm not a therapist. I don't know. what I do know, though, is that a lot of grown adults don't love to be given things like stickers as some sort of positive reinforcement. it usually makes people think they're being seen or treated as children– and I'm not sure thats the message you want to get across to your patients if you want them to trust you."
"The main thing I've found is that people like being given stickers regardless."
"I don't. I'm 29, Lancaster. I don't like being treated like a kindergarten student."
*He looks like a kicked puppy. Why does he look like a kicked puppy*
"but the cat stickers.."
"grown man. I am a grown man."
"don't sad face me, you're my therapist. you're not supposed to get sad when i tell you how I feel about things.."
*he slides across a cat sticker. He's finally getting somewhere*
*Pluto just stares with a dead look on his face.*
"i don't want your cat stickers, Orion Lancaster."
*he slides across an otter stickers*
"I don't want your stickers. you're my therapist– LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY I DONT LIKE SOMETHING PLEASE."
"I- okay. Is there anything you do like?"
“He likes Harley.”
"WHAT THE FUCK HERMAN. IM IN THERAPY."
"...do you want me to make stickers of Harley?"
"I DONY WANT YOU TO MAKE STICKERS OF HARLEY. I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM."
