Author Note: Don't judge me too harshly for this. I was watching Shezow again. Seeing Guy's character development throughout the series, seeing him go from a jerky teenage boy to a hero got me wondering what that might eventually result in. I play alot of d&d and i was thinking along the lines of what could potentially happen as a result of alignment change. i'd say at the start of the show Guy is Chaotic Neutral and by the end he is Chaotic Good or Neutral Good. With such a drastic shift in alignment I felt he might feel guilty over the way he acted in the past and because of the fact that being Shezow was the catalyst to causing his alignment to change it would be natural to associate her with the good version of him and Guy with the selfish jerky version. You follow?

so, aye. that is why i wrote this. i hope at least some of you enjoy it.

The sun peaked over the horizon in Megadale, golden rays of light falling across the city and causing the buildings to cast long dark shadows. The chaos of the day had yet to begin and the citizens were getting all the rest they could before they had to greet the morning.

Except for one.

Despite the early hour Guy Hamdon was awake and out of bed. Of note was the fact that said bed was nicely and neatly made. At one point that may have been practically unheard of, but it was becoming a commonality. Unfortunately, so was Guy's new habit of waking up long before the sun rose.

That, at least, was something he would rather not be doing though. Each night he tossed and turned and tried to get some sleep, to no avail. Recently, thoughts had been plaguing his mind. During the day he could push them down and distract himself with superhero business but when he tried to sleep those thoughts wormed their way back into his mind and kept him awake. Each day they got louder in his head and harder to ignore. This morning, like most mornings, he had simply given up on trying to sleep and got up, made his bed, grabbed his clothes and prepared to start the day.

He would begin with a shower and carefully avoid looking in the mirror. Then he would skip breakfast and brush his teeth, which usually lead to getting a glimpse of himself in the reflective glass over the sink. That is when progress slowed to a crawl. Guy would sigh and look down at his hands, carefully setting his toothbrush down, and then slowly turn his gaze back to his reflection. For a moment or two all he would do is stare forlornly at the face looking back at him. With the unpleasant thoughts came unpleasant feelings as well, feeling that he was looking at a stranger whenever he saw Guy in the mirror. He would try turning his head to look at his face from different angles. It never helped. He would try to lean in and examine his features; eyes, nose, lips, cheek bones, hair; to try to figure out exactly what it was about him that seemed out of place. He tried turning into Shezow and his mind quieted down. Eventually, he understood. And part of him wished he did not. Regardless, all understanding did was make those unpleasant thoughts and feelings that much stronger in his mind.

This morning he had reached his breaking point.

After going through the same routine he had been for the past who-even-knows-how-long Guy stood in front of the mirror with Shezow's face staring back at him, expression one of defeat and finality. He cast his gaze to the floor and quietly made his way back to his room and down into the She Lair. He stuck his head through the entrance and looked around for any sign of Kelly. She liked to wake up early and be ready on time and with another convention coming up he would not put it past her to be down in the lair at the crack of dawn working on her itinerary.

Thankfully, there was no sign of his twin. He let his gaze drift over to the super computer in the main section of the lair, wondering briefly if Sheila was actually awake. He had no idea if she even slept or not. His answer came when she spoke, "Guy? What are you doing awake so early?"

He sighed and stepped into the room, giving her a half-hearted wave, "Hey, Sheila…"

Guy rubbed his arm and looked away. This wasn't easy for him. He felt awkward and though she was a computer she had also become something of a friend and he honestly feared she might judge him. Still, he felt more comfortable talking to her about this than he would Kelly or Maz. So, with a deep breath to steady his nerves he asked, "Sheila, can I talk to you? I've… had some things on my mind recently. They're kind of personal."

The pair of pink lips on the computer screen that were Sheila set into a frown. It was not one that said she wanted no part of the discussion but instead signaled that she understood how serious this conversation was going to be. She then made a motion that appeared to be a nod and replied, "Of course."

Guy nodded as well and thanked her, slowly making his way to the chair in front of the computer console where he sat and stared up at the screen. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, unsure how to begin. He was scared, but he had already decided to do this. Besides, if he didn't voice these thoughts, these emotions, they were going to eat him alive. He took another deep breath and started, "We moved in here about a year ago. I've… changed a lot since then. I didn't notice the differences at first, not until I started thinking back on it, not until people started commenting on it. I'm hardly recognizable as the same Guy that I was when we met. Do you remember back when I first started being Shezow? There was that incident at the bank where I stole five hundred dollars to buy a video game. Had I not been Shezow I wouldn't have even considered returning the money and if by some miracle I didn't get caught I probably would have done it again. Now, the mere thought of stealing puts a bad taste in my mouth. Before I had the ring I wasn't very nice to Kelly either. I would tease her; make fun of her because she was a girl. Now we get along ok and I do actually appreciate her. Even this discussion we're having would have never happened a year ago. Even if I was having the same feeling back then I would have never considered talking about them. Or-"

Guy paused to rub his gloved forearm across his eyes, wiping away the tears that had begun falling from them before he continued, "-or crying over them. Back then I believed that it wasn't ok for a boy to cry. It's different now. I'm different. And I don't really feel like myself anymore. I don't feel like Guy. Guy wasn't a good person. He was a real jerk and more than once had he been told that if he kept that up his future wasn't very bright. Being Shezow has made me a better person. I like being Shezow a lot more than I like being Guy. I've been spending more and more time as her lately. Even when I'm not fighting villains I spend time driving around the city, at conventions or just walking down the street as Shezow. I just feel much more myself when I'm her. It's reached a point where I can't stand looking in the mirror as Guy because it feels like I'm staring at a stranger… I can't keep doing this…"

He went quiet again, wiping away more tears. He had been hurting on the inside, more than he had even realized. Every time he had looked at Guy he had felt a pang of pain in his heart. Just the thought was making his heart ache. Saying it out loud, all at once, had really put it in perspective for him. He simply could not continue this way anymore. Something had to be done and it needed to be done now. He knew what it was he had to do too, and to say it terrified him was the understatement of the century. If he went through with it, and he knew he would not be able to live with himself if he didn't, everything would change.

Wiping away the last few tears in the corners of his eyes and giving a resolute sigh he looked up at Sheila and told her, "Sheila… I can't be Guy anymore."