The figure stood tentatively before the rehab clinic, wondering if he was really doing the right thing. He'd been popping pills ever since he was tiny, and really got a buzz out of it. In fact, you could almost say that it ran in the family. He probably wouldn't have much of a career left either, and maybe... No, he pushed that thought aside. It was just too horrible to contemplate.
The therapist looked at him with a sad and knowing smile. He'd seen this same sad story so many times now. Kids, drugs, hallucinations...
"So, what do you see when you're taking the drugs?"
"Well, I normally do a lot of small pills, you know, kid stuff really. When I'm on these there are, like, ghosts that try to get me. I need to eat all of the pills quickly or I'm out of time, black out and have to start again, like. But in the corners I find the hard stuff, the super-pills. When I'm on these I can do anything. When I touch the ghosts when I'm really high, they have to go back to their cage because I'm invincible. The buzz doesn't last long, though, so I have to be careful I don't touch them just after I come down."
The therapist looked sadly at him. Advanced paranoia as well. This was going to be a hard case to crack.
But crack it he did, and it was worth the effort. Pac-Boy broke the habit, went on to lead a highly successful and happy life, and all his personal ghosts died due to a lack of exercise.
(And may that be a lesson to us all.)
You can blame 16-Bit Dad for this - I remembered this story I wrote many years ago whilst chatting to him on Twitter, and he said he wanted to read it. Therefore I dug it up and you have just read it, you poor thing!