A\N: Yeah. I came up with this last night. And I'm bored out of my mind today, so let this magical tale begin!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Vocaloid.
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Oliver sighed as he sat on the leather couch. He was at his first therapy session. He played with his hair for awhile until a woman came in. Her black hair was in a ponytail and she had glasses over her dark green eyes.
"Hello, Oliver I'm Dr. Sanders, I'll be your therapist for today." Dr. Sanders said.
"Hello." Oliver said.
"How old are you, Oliver?" Dr. Sanders asked.
"I'm 12 years old." Oliver said.
"So tell me, what's bothering you?" Dr. Sanders asked. Oliver sighed.
"I see things, that other people can't see." Oliver sighed. Dr. Sanders nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard.
"Can you describe some of them?" Dr. Sanders asked. Oliver nodded.
"Yes. There's a pegasus that talks, a goblin, a green blob with three eyes, the list goes on." Oliver said.
"Okay. Do they do anything to you?" Dr. Sanders asked.
"Yeah. Most of the time, they try to be my friends." Oliver said. Dr. Sanders nodded and worte something down again. Oliver's hand touched the bandage over his eye.
"What happened to your eye?" Dr. Sanders asked.
"A few years ago, I was in a bus accident. I've worn these bandages ever since." Oliver said.
"Did you see these things before or after the accident?" Dr. Sanders asked.
"Before. Ever since I was born, I could see these things, I thought they would go away when I got older but they didn't." Oliver said.
After Oliver's therapy session, there was still no understanding why he saw these... things. It wasn't schizophrenia, it wasn't childhood trauma, it wasn't any kind of known disorder. So why did he see them?
The next day, Oliver sat on a bench in the local park. His pet bird, James, rested on his shoulder. The pegasus that he had seen his whole life was in front of him.
"Hi, Oliver." The pegasus said. Oliver sighed and began to pet it. It felt so real.
"I'm insane..." Oliver mumbled.
"Young man, can I ask you something?" A male voice asked. Oliver didn't look at who ever was talking to him. He wasn't in the mood to see another confused face.
"Let me guess, your wondering why I'm doing this." Oliver said with a bored tone in his voice.
"No, I just wanted to ask if I can pet your pegasus." The voice said.
"What!?" Oliver thought.