Gabe Saporta/William BeckettRating:
Still mostly harmless.Genre(s):
MentalDisorder!ficSummary/Excerpt: He slides the top paper behind the others and runs his eyes quickly over the words on the next one. It's a set of questions, descriptions of feelings and behaviors with multiple-choice answers ranging from "very much like me" to "not at all like me". He shuffles a few more pages ahead, to the end of the questions, wanting to get to the point of it all.
The words on the last page, in bold type, stand out to him, though: High tendency (90% or more) towards Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Social Anxiety.Disclaimer:
Once upon a time, a couple of internet scene bitches said they were going to call the real Gabe Saporta and read him my story over the phone. So if that ever really happens, or if you stumble upon this any other way, sorry, Gabe! :s [My disclaimers are distancing themselves more and more from actually disclaiming anything with every entry...]Notes:
It's back from the dead for, what, the fourth time? I think it's run out of undead creatures to be. >.> No, wait, I don't think it's been a Frankenstein yet. So that's what it is.