Pencil looked around at all the ponies, in awe by how troubled they seemed. It was strange for him, he always thought he was the only "troubled" pony in Canterlot. It was everyone else who was afraid of him, not the other way around, and without even trying to hide it, his feelings of annoyance drained and where replaced by feelings of fear and outplacement. He scratched his mane with his hoof, braved speaking up to the therapist.
"Miss Psyche, i think we should move the session forward a bit..." He said nervously
"Of course, Mr. Doodle"
Pencil smirked a little. Every adult always addressed him by his surname, and it made him feel important.
Psyche lifted up a clipboard, and read the note attached to it. Five short seconds later, she slammed it down onto a nearby desk
"Alright, apparently you're all here because you have severe mental trouble, some more than offers" She said, giving a small glance at her little audience
"For my first lesson, i want you all to talk to each other for a little while, get to know each other, make some friends..." She took a short pause to tap a silver clock she had on her desk
"You have ten minutes..."
Pencil hesitated for a second, but eventually got off his seat to look around his fellow patients, hoping that they would do the same