#dr bambillo

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids, XII

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

I finally got my motivation back again. They fuck shit UP in this one.

Jimmy and Pete sat across from one another, picking at their questionable lunches. The air was oddly quiet. They’d been waiting for their third partner in crime to join them for the last ten minutes. It wasn’t like Gary to be late. He exchanged looks with Pete, who raised his brows and flicked his eyes to the wide-open cafeteria door.

“Do you think we should look for Gary?” Jimmy asked, pushing away the sweet soft ground beef mess meant to be a soft taco.

“Do you think we should?” Pete responded.

“That’s why I asked you, you idiot,” he huffed.

Pete sighed, getting up to throw away the leftovers of his packed lunch. Jimmy took that as a yes and threw away his meal. Good riddance.

Jimmy threw a wink to Trent, who grinned and blew him a kiss in return. Pete rolled his eyes at Jimmy’s flirtatious antics, pushing the heavy doors open to exit the main building. Above, the stale sun shined on them. Only Bullworth Academy could make a perfect sunny day seem so bleak. The energy shifted as they walked inside the boys' dorms, where a few nerds sat on the couch watching Bill Nye as a desperate form of entertainment.

They disregarded the others that greeted them, opting to walk to the far end of the hall, where the lights were flickering or dead. Multiple cobwebs nested in the corners of the high ceiling, and dust bunnies curled into the floorboards. This place needed a serious revamp. Thank the gods Carbblesnitch decided to finally hire a construction company to renovate and expand the boy’s dorms. Jimmy was tired of having to use the locker room showers every morning. He was happy, even if it meant Jimmy would soon be woken by heavy construction and bear-bellied men yelling for whatever tool or jackass they needed to help.

Jimmy grabbed the doorknob, letting himself and Pete in unannounced.

“Hey bitch, why’re you late?” He raised a brow.

Gary suddenly jumped, yelling in surprise as he yanked on his signature leather armband to hide away his nasty habit.

“You morons ever heard of knocking?” Gary shouted.

“Well, we got worried,” Pete shrugged.

“Yeah, you’re not late, dude,” Jimmy added.

“Well, for your information, I have court-mandated therapy today,” the brunette grumbled.

“Oh,” Pete replied with wide eyes.

Jimmy stayed silent, nodding in acceptance as the gears turned in his head. He thought of Heartland Academy and Mr. Joiner, Daniel Lamb’s alias. He loosely remembered discussing hospital records. With Daniel’s past of violent murder, maybe they could find something within Happy Volts.

Well, the worst Gary could say was no.

“Can we come with?” Jimmy asked.

“Why? Wanna hear my sob story or look at the crackheads in the rehab program?” Gary grinned.

“Maybe a bit of both. We could use the free entertainment,” Jimmy replied with a neutral shrug.

“Alright, you can come, just don’t act dumb,” Gary said, exiting his dorm.

Instead of taking a reasonable route, Gary ushered them to follow from a weird backway. It was almost as if Gary didn’t want anyone to know. Jimmy could see why. The entire school falsely labeled him as an evil sociopath. He’d had plenty of moments where he wanted to sock someone in the jaw for talking shit. Who the fuck were any of those kids to diagnose his best friend? Sure, Gary could be a mythic bitch sometimes, but he was Jimmy’s best friend.

The trio ducked into bushes, and once away from Bullworth’s earshot, Jimmy spoke up.

“We’re getting that psychos’ records.”

“What?” Gary blinked.

“We’re gonna sneak in and try to get Daniel Lamb’s records,” Jimmy elaborated.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Pete asked, cutting between the two as they walked.

“Do you want to put an end to this whole murder mystery shit?” Jimmy replied.

Pete stammered, thinking, but Gary beat him to an answer.

“Yes.”

“You got a method to your madness?’ Pete asked.

“We sneak in and get it, boom,” Jimmy replied.

“No, those orderlies will see you. They have cameras in there. They’re old, but still cameras,” Gary explained. “You’ll have to sneak past orderlies and find uniforms in the laundry room. It’s in the back, but be quiet.”

“Got it,” Jimmy nodded while Pete nervously took an interest in his shoes and the dirt road.

They made a turn, Gary pointing ahead to an area covered by bushes and foliage, sending Pete and Jimmy on their way before he dashed to the gate.

Pete and Jimmy stood back, crouching as they watched Gary flash an ID card to an orderly, who opened the gate to let him in. He then entered the facility, an orderly at his side to escort him.

Jimmy and Pete sat there. It was a long twenty minutes they waited. Doing this was possibly one of the riskier things they’d done besides running into psychotic clowns and a drug gang. Hell, what hadn’t the three of them done? They should all collectively be in the county jail next to Johnny and Norton. Jimmy looked up, seeing the tree. He figured Gary was well into a therapy session about now. He turned to Pete.

“Can you climb trees?” He asked.

“You’re not serious about this, right? Can I just look out?’ Pete pleaded.

“No, I can’t sort through files and kick ass at once. Now climb the stupid tree,” Jimmy snapped.

Pete scrambled, struggling to use his core and upper body muscles to pull himself up the tree. Jimmy soon followed, letting out a quiet laugh as Pete landed hard on his ass. The pair crawled towards a bush, watching an orderly slowly pace, boredom and disinterest in his eyes. Once he fully turned his back, Jimmy and Pete ran for it, getting inside.

Gary hated many things, but therapy had to be up there.

He nervously fiddled with his hands struggling to make eye contact as Dr. Bambillo made notes on him. Gary felt more like a specimen than a patient as if he was something to be studied and not understood. He didn’t feel human here. He felt like a made-up villain out of some weird sadistic writer’s horror novel.

Dr. Bamillo cleared his throat, causing Gary to move his grey eyes to meet the man before him.

“Now, Gary, have you had any thoughts of hurting yourself? Or others, perhaps?” He asked with a raised brow.

Gary had to think for a moment. Did he want to go inpatient? Or shove it down and cork it? He couldn’t decide. Both options were terrible, but he had to pick his poison. He’d rather die than get locked up with the nut jobs here.

“No, I haven’t. Why?” He asked, his voice shallow.

“Well, I’ve seen a few of your behavior reports lately. You show apathy for your education and peers. You don’t seem to care. How does that look to you? Considering your brothers’ circumstances and your parents' name. Surely it’d be a shame to cost them both sons.”

Gary sat back, gritting his teeth as Dr. Bambillo ran his egotistical mouth. He hated this man with every bone, organ, and blood vessel he had. Gary always wondered why he left these sessions feeling worse than when he came. Gary wanted to go home. Hell, he’d rather be at Bullworth.

“Time and time again, I’ve read you have this loud, almost narcissistic confidence about you. Yet, when you’re here, it goes away. Perhaps it humbles you that someone with more knowledge and power is in the room? Does it bother you?” he asked.

“No sir,” he mumbled.

Dr. Bambillo looked Gary up and down, prying apart every weakened, cracked piece of emotional armor he’d built. Gary felt so small. All he could do was look away and pray to any god or higher power that would listen to make this all go away. Dr. Bambillo had long decided on him being crazy. That Gary had somehow gotten brain damage from falling off a horse one too many times, and now he was a screw loose from killing himself or others.

Just as Bambillo went to torment Gary with another invasive, unprofessional question, Gary popped.

“I’m not crazy! Stop it! Just stop it! I’m a normal fucking kid! I swear to god!” He screamed. “I’m not traumatized, I’m not depressed, and I’m not fucking crazy! Stop telling me I’m crazy! I know what I am, and I’m not some brain-dead sociopath that wants to kill people! I don’t want drugs, and I don’t want your stupid court-mandated therapy that doesn’t do shit!”

Dr. Bambillo’s eyes were wide, but his brows quickly furrowed as he reached for his pen to write.

That’s when the power cut, sending them and the rest of the facility into pitch blackness.

“SHit!” Jimmy yelled, fumbling with the other switches in the fuse box.

“What did you do!?” Pete yelled, pulling down his orderly mask.

“I don’t fucking know!” Jimmy hollered.

They scrambled to get out of the halls. Alarms and red lights were flashing as the cells opened one by one. The overjoyed, sadistic screams from the isolation unit echoed down the hall as helpless orderlies cried for security that was no match for the criminally insane. For the first time since he was a child, Jimmy felt genuine terror. Pete was also pretty sure he pissed himself.

It didn’t take long for them to yank an emergency exit open, scrambling as they rounded to their tunnel.

Petey collapsed in exhaustion, trembling as old, yellowed files scattered on the ground below them. Jimmy huffed, listening to the loud alarms and desperate screams.

Looking up, he saw a figure barreling toward them at full speed. Jimmy instantly reacted with a punch, sending the living body over into the dirt. A familiar yowl of pain escaped them.

“You moron!” Gary yelled, holding his now bloody nose.

“Shit! My bad,” Jimmy said, pulling the taller male to a stand and offering his mask as a tissue.

“Bitch! Fuck you mean ‘my bad’? You just released a bunch of criminally insane men!” Pete screeched, picking himself up off the ground.

“You let those maniacs loose?” Gary asked, alarmed.

“I didn’t mean to! I thought the switch was for the cameras, not the power!” Jimmy defended.

“Well, let’s fucking go ‘cause if we sit here, we’ll be some nice human leather!” Gary said as he shoved Pete forward before he ran.

Jimmy followed suit. Where had they gone wrong?

[wolfxplush]

dr bambillo and sir maxwell therapy headcanons? :)

OUGH At work SO KIND IF BADLY WRITTEN SORRY BUT HERE YOU GO!!!!!!-

•Max was assigned to therapy when he had that huge meltdown and tired to you know- burn the school down.

•on top of having to serve many community service hours (his parents managed to get him out of jail time) he was forced to attend weekly therapy sessions.

•He hated it. Absolutely despised it. Even more so someone from the school was the one to do it. There wasn’t a way he could twist the story. Everyone knew what he did.

•First sessions go no where. Max is tight lipped. Dr.Bambillo tried many tricks to get him to talk but he stands firm.

•After 2 or so sessions Dr.Bambillo finally gets him to speak, “Max, the quicker you speak up the quicker you won’t have to attend these sessions.” That was a lie, but it worked like a charm.

•Max refuses to give anything but one word answers, to start. Eventually he begins to respond to the questions being asked.

•But not with the Information the doctor wants. No, max has questions of his own. He attempts to break down the doctor. Questioning his ability, mind, age. Anything to get the doctor to quit on him.

•The Doctor knows his game, it’s amusing! Like a rat in a maze running the same path.

•To eachother it’s a game of chess. A test of whit to see who breaks first. Sadly max is too dumb to realize this is a way of therapy.

•Max is tricked into revealing the things bothering him. Especially with the Gary stuff, an insult to him makes max skin crawl. Almost on instinct does he rush to defend him, but catches himself.

•”Gary didn’t mean to leave me! He was-“

“…was.…”

•I have a feeling Max will be far more open down the road, he will be able to explore his gender, why he acted that way with Gary, his relationships going forward. He gets help. Thank god

[belletristwordsalad]

My Names for Bully's Townsfolk

Bullworth Town and Old Bullworth Vale

· Frederick Bambillo, after Frederick Chilton from Silence of the Lambs

· John D. Breckindale, after John D. Rockefeller

· Bernie Doolin, after Bernie Madoff

· Michael Huntington, after Michael Bluth from Arrested Development

· Marilyn Isaacs, after Marilyn Monroe

· Flo Kopke, after “Aunt Flo”

· Stan Martin, after Stan Smith from American Dad!

· Clifton Ramirez, after Clifton Collins, Jr., the voice actor of Cesar Vialpando from GTA: San Andreas

· Joan Rushinski, after actress Joan Crawford, who was infamously portrayed in Mommie Dearest

· Gary Smith I. Mr. Smith seems like the kind of guy who’d name his son and grandson after himself.

· Marty Sullivan, after Marty Byrde of Ozark

New Coventry

· Abby Questal, after Mae Questal, the actress who portrayed Aunt Bethany from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

· Denny McLaren, after Gregory Paul McLaren aka Lucky Diamond Rich, who holds the Guinness World Record for most tattooed person

· Handy Townsend, an Old English surname indicating a person living at a town’s edge

· Roland Krakauer, after Roland Weary from Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five

· Vladimir Mihailovich, after Vladimir Glebov from GTA IV

· Michael Ray Osbourne, after ESPN commentator and Washington Post columnist Michael Ray Wilbon

Blue Skies

· Joe Buckingham, after Joe Gerard from Rhoda, a spinoff of The Mary Tyler Moore Show

· Larry Castillo, after Larry the Cable Guy

· Chuck Brendon, after actor Nicholas Brendon, who portrayed Xander Harris from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

· Carl Johnson, after Carl Andrew Bork from the Batman comics

· Kelly McInnis, after Kelly Donovan, twin brother of Nicholas Brendon

· Alan Salvatore, after Alan Bleasdale, creator of British drama Boys from the Blackstuff

Retirement Home

· Mario Bubas, after Mario Puzo, author of The Godfather

· Abraham Gordon, after Abraham “Grampa” Simpson

· Pearl Lisburn, after Pearl Shay of 227

Happy Volts Asylum

· Randle Fenwick, after Randle McMurphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

· Gregory Turkle, after Mr. Turkle from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

· Theo Spivey, after Dr. John Spivey from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Police Officers

· Thornton Williams, to rhyme with "Norton"

· David Monson, after David Brown from Rampart

· Henry Ivanovich, after Detective Henry Oak from Narc

· Barney Morrison, after Barney Fife from The Andy Griffith Show

Shopkeepers

· Betty Weber, after feminist and theologian Nadia Bolz-Weber

· Stephen Carmichael, after Captain Stephen Peacock from Are You Being Served?

· Adolfo Moratti, after Adolfo Pirelli from Sweeney Todd

· Andy Oh, a nod to his voice actor, Andrew Pang

· Stan Chong, after actor Tommy Chong, who portrayed Leo from That ‘70’s Show

[virtuadoll]

today in “pete/gary sucks,” if you see nothing wrong with shipping gary with someone who mocked him for needing to be on meds and who might have contributed to gary’s decision to go off of his meds, you’re an ass. speaking as someone who has a family member who refuses to take his medication despite sorely needing it solely because of the stigma attached to it and because he’s afraid of being looked down on by people like pete, go fuck yourself. sincerely. gary has a shit upbringing (see: all the gossip around town about his parents and every last one of mr. smith’s lines), a shit psychiatrist (see: dr. bambillo), unchecked mental health issues, and is unmedicated. what’s pete’s excuse for being a dick?

[dalmadillo]

Dr. Bambillo is my favorite character from Bully.

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