Chloe has Schizophrenia.

His half-shine badge pinning to his loose red polo shirt. His slightly, very slightly slanted haircut. His sandals that felt like the action of breathing. He rounded his car, an unimportant car, and walked up to St. Street Medical Clinic with a step that pattered and hopped but also dropped with surprising weight. However, He, and this all melded into really the same thing as he stepped through the steel doorframe that he scoffed at the sterility of. The moment he walked in, hands in his pockets, the reception desk just to the right was lit up by a sound of a high bell. The receptionist was smiling, but smiled like she was always smiling because she had too, other than that, this first room was near deadest of silent, with the only other part being a small line of chairs and three doors leading to other rooms.

He picked at his phone until it slid in his hand and stared at the confirmation text for a long while. The receptionist sat straight up, smiling still, so alive she was dead. He just nodded, put his phone away, and stood awkwardly. The receptionist let out sort of a bridging chuckle to begin her words.

“I take it you’re Chloe’s caretaker for the next season?” She clicked through a couple seconds on her small monitor, presumably papers, or conformation, it didn't really matter. The room stagnated as He processed what she had said.

“Yes. Nice to meet you. Where might she be?” He rushed through the first two sentences and sweated a couple drops which increasingly made him more uncomfortable.

“She should be coming out any second.” The receptionist smiled less now but not in a way of happiness decreasing but now smiling earnestly. Soon, as the stagnation almost grew suffocating, a door knob cranked from the room's far side and a little girl, nine, short black hair, in a small light blue gown that you could look at but never tell if it was issued or a genuine article came stepping out.

He tilted his badge upright and crouched down just a little before approaching her.

“Good morning Chloe! I’m-”

Chloe tilted her head and pointed slightly askew to his badge.

“12.3 percent gold. Didja know that? That the..row..neverminded.”

“N-no. Keep going, well if you want.” His hands shook as he stuttered out words that surely didn't match any known psychiatric procedure.

“Oh. I would sir but I forgot. It’s a little sad but little bittle sad things are alright. Sometimes it justs happen like meteor.” Chloe smiled with one missing tooth near the back but she seemed satisfied with getting to talk.

“Well, my name is-”

Chloe shook her head and tapped his badge again with a hollow little sound. Tggap. Tggap. Tgggap.

“Gold. name is Gold.”

“Of course! If you want to call me G-”

Chloe’s eyebrows twitched just a tad as she shook her head and spoke again, slightly louder.

“No. Im not calling you Gold, sir. Your name is Gold. I can tell because…Becasue…Gold? What’s the thing where you just…just know thing?”

Gold did nod but it was near absent as he stuttered on what to say next.

“Umm… when you…you mean a g-gut feeling?”

Chloe smirked and spun around.

“I suppose you knows…a g-gut feeling! I have a g-gut feeling your name is reallyyyy Gold!”

Gold smirked as well and the confusion finally lifted as he took Chloe’s hand and opened his car door. “It’s a gut feeling, I just stuttered…” Gold chuckled as he locked Chloe into her seat and she kicked her feet.

“Well Gold, I like g-gut feeling more! I have the feeling that it’s right!”

Gold kept the door open and ran his hand through his hair.

“Oooook kiddo. I have a g-gut feeling we need to go before my AirBNB expires…” He muttered as the sentence went on until he just started talking to himself.”

“It’s ok! We still have 34 minutes!”

Gold snapped his eyes back to her.

“How’d you know that?”

Your watch said 1:23 PM 20 minutes ago. And its been 18.25 minutes since then! So 34 minutes! Dont tell em you cant do basic math sir! That’d be a fire tragedy! Everyone burns!” She giggled the entire statement, and by the end she was having a laughing fit.

Gold stood there for a minute before getting in the car and firing it up. He slammed his foot on the brake as a tear escaped his eyes and the blurriness in his vision led to a very slow backing up out of the lot.

Chloe played with her finger mumbling.

“Scared of cars! Sir is scared of cars!”

“Hey sir?”

Gold kept his head firmly forward and answered in a tight voice, like one of a taut rope.

“Yes Chloe?”

“I am excited to stay with you and and umm… tomatoes? No. Sky? No. Lemon?...” Chloe continued this, quieter and quieter, until it dissolved into mumbling, a mumbling that persisted through the same tones the entire 32 minute ride to the far rural countryside.

The car pulled into the garage, the air was certainly stagnant but not in the same way as the clinic, It was stagantion from disuse rather than stagantion from nature. The garage itself was just wooden board with the very occasional nail. The only other object of note was a framed artwork. It depicted the sun with the shadow of an open hand cast onto it. Very plain and simple.

Gold rubbed his forehead but moved his jaw to a smile. Chloe stepped out of the car, nearly tripped, turned to Gold, and nearly tripped again running toward the painting.

“Gold 12… what does this art… what…what do you call what something wants to say to you?”

Chloe ran her hand on the decades dry paint and jumped a slight bit.

Gold rubbed his own finger on the painting before shrugging.

“The word is mean. What something means is what it wants to make you feel; And Chloe?”

Chloe whipped around and started jumping.

“Y-yeah? What is it? Sir? Mr sir? Dinosir!” She giggled again and had another laughing fit, spinning around and crossing her eyes.

Gold frowned.

“I don’t know what this painting means.”

Chloe stopped completely, like if a swing had just completely terminated all force.

“T-thats TWO little bittle mistakes… how do you not know if your so smart?”

Gold whimpered and stifled a laugh as one short, high pitched sound before speaking again, his voice lightly slanted with irritation.

“Look Chloe. People are smart with different things. Some people are smart about Dinosir, ya know? Or…or…ugh…like math…or…mechanicall stuff…”

Chloe burst out laughing, again.

“Oh Gold! You can’t be Dinosir smart! Dinosir is a silly willy person of the turnin! The turnin!”

Gold grabbed her hand with a weirdly sharp motion and slammed open the door, practically dragging chloe inside. The house had three couches, all black leather and that looked just mildly uncomfortable, a tiny TV that you could only really see from one couch, and a large kitchen.

Chloe frowned and whispered.

“I don't want Mr Dinosir to sleep on the couch.”

Gold gripped her hand tighter and stepped dreadfully hard and dreadfully slow until they reached the couch

“Mr.Dinosir isn't real Chloe. You have schizophrenia. He isn't real. I’m not staying with you if you can’t figure anything out without hours of my help.”

Chloe’s body closed in further before sitting down on the couch and just… stared at the floor. Her body kept still… still as the swing as the swing as the swing.

Gold walks into the kitchen and unpacks slightly expired potatoes, pears, and much less expired pack of ground beef. He pulls out a cold and rigid pot that just sits on the stove, surely the pot wanted the cook to love it.

Gold breathes out. The breath echos and floats around the small house like a fog and Chloe nearly coughs at it’s suffocating thickness.

“Sorry kid. What I did bad. Big rig bad. I shouldn’t gotten so…what’s the word…”

Chloe spoke without any part of her body even twitching.

“Cold. Cold and scary.”

Gold poured the water in the pot and tapped his fingers nervously on the counter.

“Yeah. Im sorry about Mr.Dinosir-”

Chloe held out her hand and Gold paused just in surprise at seeing this.

“You don't have to deceit with me Mr.Gold. I get sad. Bad sad like you. I know im not like you…or anyone normal. But sad is everyone. I know you think he is not real. He’s not there. But i still feel him.”

Gold let a couple more tears drop onto the stove and go up in steam as he now poured broth.

“I understand. Most people have a Mr.Dinosir somewhere.”

Chloe finally started to giggle again.

“That words sounded funny!”

Gold froze for half a second but smiled.

“Yeah they did. Oh shoot… do you like soup?”

Chloe thought for a second before shaking her head and mumbling.

“I haven’t had any but because Mr. Dinosir is making it, I have a g-gut feeling I will.”

Gold started laughing but paused again and looked at Chloe with a strange look in his eyes, like she was in fact not Chloe.

“How do you know the word deceit?”

Chloe shook her head.

“No, I don't know the mean of that word. Never use.”

Gold really just stared before setting himself down on the couch with a very slanted view of the television, given by the sounds, it was some sort of racing channel. Chloe sat down, but as a car zipped she would leap up into the air and shout.

“Titanium 13.682 percent!” she shouted and shouted all through the house for another hour. Gold slid a old Macbook from his backpack and sat chuckling as he wrote a day 1 report for Chloe.

‘Patient is cooperative and shows a surprising amount of empathy. She remains eccentric, excited and curious and nearly everything. Chloe seems to have some kind of web of systems in her head that she continues to mention parts of. The times she disconnects, she simply trails off with words that get increasingly less similar from her original statement.’

Gold slid the laptop back the same way he had hundreds of other times but with a certain giddyness as he approached Chloe.

“When are you planning on bedtime?”

Chloe thought for a bit, before looking up at gold and nodding her head.

“As soon as my cars turn off.”

Gold nodded but at the very same time noticed, plastered on the tv screen, the channel’s hours.

“Well, this channel is all the way until 2 AM…pretty late.”

Chloe shook her head slowly.

“But…cars..just a little bittle late when considering cars involve.”

Gold sighed and searched his brain for something before perking up, which got a flinch out of Chloe.

“You can host your very own car show.” Chloe’s eyes lit up with seemingly idea as she bit at her nail and spun around once and almost twice, nervously.

“How?”

Gold replied instantly.

“When your asleep-”

Chloe seemed to flash with anger but none of the surprise that came with anger, as she had started to throw her fist in the air but just let it fall back down.

“Asleep? I can barely manage to get half-asleep.”

Gold’s hand which had been about to ruffle Chloe’s hair, completely stopped.

“Half?”

“These shadows wake me up. I’m sure they're nice…but they…deciet mean.”

Chloe held a stuffed animal closer, only there was no stuffed animal just air that chloe had carefully crafted to be a stuffed animal and she seemed focused on that air but still incredibly focused on gold’s eyes.

Gold grabbed Chloe’s arm in a blend of stiffness and gentleness and asked.

“Do these shadows harm you? Do they speak?”

Chloe spoke quietly, like telling secrets.

“No. Yes.”

“They say terrible things. About family household reconstruction therapy(She said it like repeating the tone of voice rather than the words)”

Chloe stifled a laugh before patting the air in her arms and dancing around in circles giggling. The giggle corresponded further like a dead pianist flailing around on his piano into horrendous laughs and and a couple seconds later, Chloe fell on the couch breathing up and down like a pianos scale.

Gold just sat there thinking but the thoughts in his head would torture one each other and lose and crumble what he had until tick tock tick tock argument crash over and over crash crash crash crash begging and pleading rats on a street and gold gold gold…Simon. Simon coil barely hold but it held miraculously. It held and it held flimsy but it held and Simon practically slammed his head on the couch until he fell into the deepest sleep possible.

Chloe rolls her eyes and her eyelids shutter then close, but in that shutter, her eyes had taken form. She stood up and walkers over to Gold. His breathing was like a blade but rusty because while it started mostly clean and through a straight line of air, it became sharp and wincing.

Gold then started to yell, incomprehensible wrath slurring into yelling that was specific only to him.

“You there Undinosir?”

Chloe shot the sentence into the darkness, and from it came two white eyes. A lanky man in a silver police vest with stringing hair and pure white eyes… no mouth,”””””:::::;;;(silvaki istendous revalikaaaa) Like god, it couldn't speak, but like god you could still hear him.”

“Aarelaaikaav vakilis ussiodnte. Closed feedback loop. Foget slepp remeeber mori crash”

Chloe smirked at his joke as she laughed and giggled and it crescendo=fall but never fell.

“Gold. You need to get out of this loopty loop roooo thrill…but…a bird? Birds have no metals or do theft well birds have a small amount of iron but that dosrnt akke them remarkable but all cars do and heya re so by logic and logic trails logic trails olf nursery rhyme that how how it goes and goes and rows then yes yes bird lopp bird loop bird soup…bird soup?!”

Chloe ran into the kitchen skidding left and right like danger of mori’s mortal wound and makes it to a friendly little pot. Chloeeeeeeeeeeee1211212123numberdrillnumberdrill12312312341236121212121232

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As as shift as sand as erode came upon the scene the creature with the white eyes “maybe god mayb not(dinosir of angel spawn)” The shadow, leaped at Chloe with a sudden stubborn animal as it was not gold, never gold, as it was 12.1, not 12.3 as always etasblishe dbecasue logic trails logic trails and what do we learn? Nursery rhyne but 1212failedrill rhyme with intgrr m

Chloe screeched dont die dont die fear of death overcome drilldrillnodrill321321 done life done

Then Gold gold gold gold 12.3 12.3 recovery status and blinking

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Gold strangled the creature down with no back pedaling in either his eyes(mind) or body.

He pulled out a hidden knife…(9.5% silver) and held it to the creatures gods mouth to spill it open to maybe hear drill hear him say the things that scare so fix…

but gold then back pedaled. The creature was telling him with a hair of it’s terrible dark head that the feeling the feeling Gold knew gold felt gold stopped and went back to sleep holding Chloe in his arms as Chloe squirmed out at 1:23 AM to do something very important 123? Right? Drill? 111121311121231234 yes yes drill confirm error false

The feeling of gold was the blood was about to splatter all and it was going to smear on more than ones handsbeef strained 41 times cold and hands hold the mind and hands hold the mind and hands hold the mind as they are botched and smeared smear smear smear smear smear

smear smear

smear smear3 cups??1111211123 potato smear

smear smear smear

pepperbutyellow4smear smear smear

I’m not staying with you if you can’t figure anything out without hours of my help.”

Same word smear smear on hands on mind on gods sorry corspe over and over tilla again

If only light would smear us o ho l yy fathe r

Gold woke up to the dark mixed marble countertops not being the first or last or middle thing he looked at. He slid his body on the couch and his nose caught a smeared scent.

Sitting on the chair. Chloe kicking her feet on the counter beside the bowl. Smiling the first real and non deceit time since the first mention of dinosir.

Gold sipped on the potato and the (yellow) pepper and the strained beef juice.

“Cold. yellow. There are anothers…arent there.”

Chloe shrugged and twirled Golds badge sideways.

“Learn from smart cop and combine with some smart dinosaur type of smart.”

Gold ruffled Chloe’s black hair as it waved up and down like a crowd.

Then his phone buzzed harshly but more finite then the rest.

BZZZT BZZTTT BBZZZT

(notice how the sound is made clearly and as one rather than little ants whispering to each other and saying it at once like the other sounds in the room at the time;;;;::”)

“This is St. Street Clinic. Jennifer Speaking. I’d like to call Simon(It’s gold) in to return and report on the foster care clinic patient Chloe.”

Gold had no back pedal in his eyes voice badge(gold) or his body as he spoke.

“I’ll be keeping her. Picking up the papers in 10.”

Why

(Learn from smart kid and combine with returning type of hurting forever because someone smart)

Whats the word?112121231234yes?

grief.

Insanity checks are exercises patients use to bring themselves away from a mental attack. They usually involve simple facts like counting or rhyming within the same topic.