jarvis botts | 6 | fin

[[GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio]

bitch yes I just did become better than slack botts
#botts plot


name: jarvis botts
nicknames: the better bott
age: sixteen
district: the district of botts is 6
gender: male
fc: aaron carpenter


#YesIDidThis

Is a perverted nerd child #thatsnumberwang

[[GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio]

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♚jarvis♚
someday, senpai will notice me. someday.

{"Okay, sweetie, this is our first session, and I want you to just let it all out."}

It took Pepper and Anthony to hold me down long enough to tie me into the chair. How dare they cage me like a caged animal. They won't even give me a little wiggle room to move my feet, no, they tie me in hard. They want to try to fix me. I have no reason to be fixed. I'm fine. Pepper, I'm not crazy. I'm special, you've said it ever since I was a little boy, and now the first prong to try and fix me is to force me to talk about my problems? Hell no.

I stare blankly at Pepper's desk as she fills out the paperwork. She doesn't need a guardian's approval, she is my guardian. Pepper is my biological mother, but she will never be a real Mom to me.

{"Jarvis? Jarvis. Ping."}

"Pong," I mutter. It's a command. She knows me too well. It is a habit I've had all my life. It's the only way you get me to talk.

Can't she tell I don't want to be here? "Just untie me," I begin to squirm around. Maybe I can break the chair, make it break so I can run away and never return to Pepper's workplace. I rock in the four-legged chair, only to find out it won't budge, not even a little bit. "I don't wanna be here, Pepper,"

{"Jarvis, honey. I'm sorry, but this is for your own good. I want to help you."}

I begin to growl as if I'm Number. I continue to wiggle as if I'm Aang. My two pugs. I demanded that Anthony get me them. I promised him that I wouldn't start yelling at night anymore if he'd get me my puppies.

"Fine," I moan, waiting for her to finish writing down the beginning paperwork.

{"Can you tell me what you're thinking right now?"}

She is asking me such an indirect question that is not feasible.

1. Why am I your child?
2. Why are you forcing me to come to these sessions?
3. Why do you think I'm insane?
4. Why do you want to help me when I'm perfectly fine.
5. Can I go home? No, of course not. I'll never get to go home.
6. Are you sure you want to push me to my limit, Pepper?
7. Am I Numberwang? Of course I am. Numberwang is my special word.

"Boy, Pepper! Are you in for a treat."

I begin to tell her the hundreds upon hundreds of things I'm thinking right now. All of which she will want a further explanation for at home. I tell her the little things, without much detail. If Pepper knows we well, she knows that it'll take a while to get the whole story.

[[GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio]

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Sessions

Patient Number: #404(INS)

Name: Jarvis Botts
Age: 12 years of age.
Parent(s) and Guardian(s):
(M) Anthony Botts: Father. Scientist. No reports of previous sessions.
(F) Pepper Botts: Mother. Psychiatrist (specializing in traumatizing events and insanity). No reports of previous sessions.
Sibling(s):
(M) Clever Botts: Brother. Nineteen. Unemployed. Took sessions with Pepper Botts.
(M) Slack Botts: Twin brother. Student. Currently taking sessions with Pepper Botts.

Name of Psychiatrist: Pepper Botts
Pepper J. Botts


Observations:
PRE-SESSION-
~refused to come into the session, took two people to take him in by force
~tied tightly into a chair
~only converses with others after you tell him to 'ping'. He'll reply with pong.
~father of #404 claims the child is socially awkward, easily angered, generally off from the norm.

SESSION-
~did not make direct eye contact during conversation
~made arrogant remarks
~says he is constantly thinking about why he is who he is, wondering why his guardians are being so forceful.
~the patient will not stay still no matter what I try. i've tried making false promises, saying we'll be quick (this will take even longer if 404 will not calm down). he still refuses to stop until i untie him.
~upon ten minutes of silence (apart from the patient's constant begging), i release him from the ropes. at first, the subject patient is squirming, but eventually, he calms down and begins to talk more in depth. 45 minutes left of the session until i meet with #207 again.
~the patient rants about having an abusive environment everywhere he goes. at home, at school, around the district. he claims that the only people who don't want to make him break down and die are his puppies, number and aang.
~the patient begins to accuse me as being the problem (being his mother, i've tried to please him, but he isn't easily pleasured)
~i offer him a meditation exercise to calm him down as he is now breathing in and out heavily, with each exhale he hums a horrified tune.
~four more minutes, and he begins to ask me questions about myself. he asks if i see myself in him, and i don't know what to say. what in ripred's name should i say? yes, i totally see myself in your insane and psychopathic soul. instead of hurting his feelings, i don't reply.
~two more minutes oh thank goodness. maybe in our next session he'll loosen up and actually want help.
~ten seconds, he should be an easy fix once you break down his barriers.

POST-SESSION:
~the patient runs out once the ding comes from my timer.

Patient #: 404
Accepts or Declines Session #: 2
Answer: "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot, Pepper?" (Declined? I'm assuming so)

[[GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio]

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♚jarvis♚
i want to take over the planet

-and so I told her all I knew of myself. That it was all Pepper's fault that she didn't look out for me. She never did. She was busy working day after day after day! I eventually got so sick of it that I never hugged her when she came back home late at night to see me curled up alone in the corner. Anthony only stared; he just let it happen without authority. Pepper thought that I was waiting for her to come home, but I really wasn't. I was hiding from him. The monster.

He wasn't a real monster, oh hell no. He was worse. His hands, always three years in advance of mine would squeeze my small arms to the point that the nail makrs wouldn't go away for days. I'd call out for Number and Aang, but they'd answer with a helpless whimper. Stupid dogs. If I could bomb them, I really would. They're worthless. They are supposed to protect me from people like him. So is Pepper. So is Anthony. But no, they didn't do anything to try and save me from the monster I know as my older brother. Clever.

♚♚♚

I remember it like the palm of my hand. I was ten.

{"Jarvis, ping!"}

My brother spoke with evil and power in his voice. I stayed as far away from him as I could while doing my homework, but the call cannot go unanswered. "Pong!" I say on command, happily as I usually am when I'm away from this monster I've known ever since I could open my eyes.

{"Ping, pong, ping pong. Do you wanna know what's funny? You."}

He spoke like the devil. Clever found the things that never should be funny, funny. Slack was always away bothering Anthony, so he was never there to come to my aid. He'd swat at me, pick on me as if I was a fly, small, tiny, expendable. I am not worth a penny to him.

♚♚♚

That, my friends, is what I blame for my problems. Clever. His stupidity is what sparks my sudden outbursts of anger, my cries at night, my constant screams for help. The nightmares that are Clever ever laying a hand on me are so constant. His bad influence was only passed onto me, but the different thing is I don't like to talk about my problems. I'd rather keep them concealed and sob about them in my lonesome than be a sidebitch all my life. Outside of home, I'm always just weird.

At school, there's always the one boy that catches my eye. He has always been that way. He's like a drug. He is so easy to get hooked upon yet so difficult to get sober from. The way his hair flies around when he runs. I've even tried to copy his style, and it has gotten me quite a bit of attention.

I have dark brown hair that flies up in the front, and my blue eyes seem to almost replicate those that are his. I'm a tad bit taller than Slack, standing around 5'7" and weighing in at 120lbs. I used to have bucket hair, but unlike Slack, I easily move on to become a different person when it comes to my outside looks, but my innerself still comes out without warning.

I guess people who don't know me have a difficult time trying to get to know me. They always try and start the conversation with a greeting and expect a response, but it just doesn't happen. That's not a good enough reason to speak. What if I'm dying? You need to know if I'm still there, right?

It took a while for a girl in my class to get to learn about my type of greetings. When it actually worked, she asked why ping. "To ping me is to call out my name to see if I am still in this direct vicinity, and not in an alternate universe playing cards against humanity with myself. Trust me, knowing the hands of ten different players really makes it easy to win!" I said to the girl. She was probably asking for a more general answer, but I am not one to give out such bland explanations.

Even once, a boy said, "Jarvis, pong." I growled with more anger than Number when he once had the courage to bite Clever in my defense.

"Ping pong. Ding dong. Sing song. Ring wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong," I'd continue to repeat wrong until he was out of sight. Boy, you should have seen the look on his face. That, my friends, was true numberwang!

Ever since Pepper got reports of me acting off in school, she began to worry about me. Of course she would, right? She thinks that she is my mother! What an imbecile she is. I'm nobody's son, nor will I ever be somebody's son. I'm an orphan. To be a mother you have to bring up a child with care and affection. Has she done that? No. She's too busy with work to listen to me. I've wanted a mother, but nobody has ever cared enough. Being worried about me acting out isn't enough to prove you care! Taking me to stupid sessions to help me with my problems won't help either!

She'd ask me if I'm alright whenever she kissed me on the cheek a goodnight kiss.. No, kisses are for your sons, and I am not your fucking son, Pepper!

{"Jarvis, ping?"}

"Pong," I say with a pouting face, knowing the same process will repeat. This time with more concern.

{"Are you sure you're alright?"}

And boy, was I right for the ninety-ninth time! Maybe she'll stop asking if I scream long enough.

"Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be alright? You always ask me if I'm alright. Time after time again I tell you that I'm fine. Don't you get it? Do you think there's something wrong with me?" I'd always speak to her as if she's a peasant. Pepper is nothing to me but a pug. A stupid creature with a short attention span.

{"Jarvis, the pictures you show me, they're so-"}

I remember giving her pictures every day from school. They'd be filled with one person so very well detailed. It was me, each and every time. Sometimes it had a funny face, and other times, if I was feeling creative, my eyes wouldn't be well drawn circles, they'd be giant x's with blood spilling out of them. Real blood. My blood. I pinched myself, scratched myself, pricked myself. I did anything to get blood to use on my drawings. None of them were placed on the fridge. Did she really raise a genius like me and have the intelligence of an ant? She's a mental therapist for fucks sake, and she doesn't get the message that I'm mad.

"Yeah, what about them? I'm just being creative! Did Slack ever make drawings like that? No! I'm just showing my feelings, Pepper! You don't get it!"

{"Sweetheart, I get it. I think you need help and the best way for it-"}

"DON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME? PEPPER, I SAID I'M FINE. NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT," I yell at her with all my power. I was more angry with her than I was with Clever. I begin to hum a scary tune to drown her out. I bang my head against my bed. I feel the weight on my bed lessen. She's leaving. Oh thank ripred. I began to quiet down so I could hear the door shut behind her.

The bang was a sign of relief.

"Don't come back, Pepper. Ever."

♚♚♚

Ever since then, Pepper has left me alone. She's tried to avoid me, only making conversation when absolutely necessary. And I'm glad she's leaving me alone. It gives me more time to think and to calm down. I can be a more enjoyable version of myself. Still, I fall asleep and wake up crying every hour from my nightmares, but I've learned to manage.

At school, I stare at the boy. We've matured so well along the years. He may not be fully mine, but we don't have to make anything official to show our love in the bathroom stalls. I wish my lips could stick to his like glue for the rest of my life. I want to hop onto him and let him carry us off into the sunset where we can truly live happily ever after. I am numberwang, and he is my senpai.

Well... that may just be my daydreams when I get lost in his eyes in class. He just hasn't noticed what we've had together yet. Jerdan will come around, I'm sure of it. He'll love me soon enough, and he will love me forever after that.

My pictures have gotten better, too. Now, they just have little scratches and scars from the past. I guess that's improving, right? Pepper leaving me alone really makes me feel better, and if you were in my shoes, you'd want her permanently out of the picture. She'll still occasionally ask me her psychology questions to make sure I'm not getting worse, but I make sure to give half of the story. She isn't getting any unscheduled sessions out of me, ever. I'll tell her that I have a crush on a boy in school, but never would I ever tell her about my dreams that I have with him. I'll tell her that I'm not really getting angry, but I still have short outbursts in my lonesome without her knowing. I'll make sure to lock the door before screaming and banging my head on the wall.

She thinks I'm truly getting better. Pepper, no. I'm not getting better at losing myself. I'm getting better at hiding it from you!

Jarvis is numberwang.
Jarvis is senpai's true lover.
Jarvis is not insane.
Jarvis is unique. He is a unique child, not insane.
Jarvis is Jarvis, and if you have a problem with it, you'll be in my cards of humanity game. And you'll have this card, which will suit you after I'm done with you.

"a headless sidebitch."

[[GM] EKRAM NOVARA | mattio]

is he crazy or is he insane or is he odd?
he is jarvis.
and he is ready for approval

Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade called dibs

[Gamemaker Lauren Kinkade]

Ahhhh I am so in love with the Botts already! PONG!