You look around at this dusty old place. Nobody is here…nothing is anywhere here. It's so empty. Ever since your parents died you've had this place all to yourself. No furniture was left, no money, no plan. Just you and this house. All anyone could even do was stare at the window. Maybe entertain themselves watching the little dust particles through the penetrating light from outside. But you couldn't leave. No, nobody should know you're here. They'll send you to foster care. Why would anyone want that? Your best friend(who you admittedly had a slight crush on) was out on on of her parents' excavations or some shit. It was so lonely.
One day when you made the inevitable late night trip for some food, you found a phone lying on the ground, partially broken. After rummaging around a bit, you'd made yourself a little messaging device. It was crude, but it's better than anything you had. Using your stupid neighbor's unsecured wifi, you found yourself downloading something called 'pester chum,' which you guess is some sort of instant messaging thing.
One problem, you didn't know anyone who used it. For a bit, you brainstormed cool usernames and stuff, but none really popped out at you like twinArmaggedons. It was so…strangely awesome. But again…nobody would know you. And you didn't know anyone who used it. Well, so much for that. You thought for a bit, and decided how great it'd be if you met a really cool person. You could talk to them…maybe even go over to their house once in a while.
Suddenly, you shot up. There's an idea! You could practice in the mirror or something! Your bathroom had one, maybe a bit broken, but it'd do just fine. You went and stared into the mirror, thinking about an alternate persona with whom you could discuss and argue with.
One that interested you seemed like an angry and bitter person, great to go against with your sad and lonely personality.
Instantly you started making conversation.
"Hey, whath your name?" You asked.
That was a good question, actually. What would you name it? Considering it was yourself maybe you should just make him go by your last name or something. Captor wouldn't be a bad idea. Reminded you of your dad…angry, always arguing, smart. Smarter than you could imagine.
"Captor. My name ith Captor you little thit."
You recoil a bit at your own statement. "Geethe, I jutht wanted to know."
"Well maybe that ithn't any of your buthineth."
You hurt. You hurt…yourself? This wasn't a good idea. It was horrible.
"I'm thorry, did I make the baby hurt?"
"Thut up!" Ugh! You couldn't stand this guy. But…he was you. How could you not stand yourself? "I mean, be nithe. theriouthly, that ithn't cool."
"Well neitherth being a bitch. But yet, here you are, thanding thtraight up about to cry."
Oh my god. This thing had a mind of it's own. You're going crazy. That must be it, this guy was supposed to be mean, but this is just horrible. "Come on," Your voice cracks a bit, "Don't be that way."
"I'll be however the fuck I want to be. You thould jutht go away, before I dethide what happenth nektht."
You jump, did you just threaten yourself? You walk out of there. That was your worst idea ever!
You go back over into the living area, and notice that phone-thing buzzing. What does that mean? After a quick examination, you can see that it's notifying you of a message. One message from 'apocolypseArisen?' Who the fuck was that? Might as well check what they said.
apocolypseArisen has begun pestering twinArmaggedons
AA: sollux! How could you not tell me you got pesterchum?
TA: im sorry, who are you?
AA: it's me! aradia! you know, your best friend, the one who went to brazil?
TA: woah, you have this pester chum thing? well, obviously, but you found me?
AA: i got bored. i decided to check a few friends' common usernames. i managed to get something from yours!
TA: thats awesome! but wait, you have internet down in some deep dark hole?
AA: no, silly! i'm above ground right now. not allowed in the current tomb, something about some fragile stuff, and some weird disk that translates to 'SBURB' or something like that. anyway, why aren't you using a quirk?
TA: come again?
AA: your lisp! you should, like, replace all your s with 2. or something. that'd be awesome!
That did seem like a nice idea. Besides, you were so used to this lisp of yours it had really bugged you seeing those s on the screen. You move over to your settings and change that.
TA: how2 thi2?
AA: it's soooo adorable! oh, hey, i have to go, but ill be back later, okay?
TA: yeah, 2ure. 2ee you 2oon?
AA: of course! :D
apocolypseArisen has ceased pestering twinArmaggedons
You sigh. That was you first real conversation with someone in weeks. Well, other than…him. Anyways, it seems like a good idea to head out, boy is it getting late. Gonna have to eat some time.
A little bit later, you're walking outside your local grocery store, bag of food in hand, when some guy(probably homeless) asks very nicely for some food. Of course, he's worse off then you are, you hand him a can of beans or something. You were about to turn around and head home, but the guy wanted more. You tried to explain that you needed this food too, but he was having none of it.
"Give me some of that, or so help me I'll…uh…"
"Look, thir, I really don't want any tr-"
"Yer gonna get some trouble, lisp person! When I demand food, yer gon' give it to me, ya hear?"
"I hear you, but I really should be gett-" He cuts you off with a nice gut punch and dashes off, your food in hand.
You lean on a wall in order to catch your breath, and to ease some of the pain. Fortunately, someone from inside the store saw the whole thing take place, and she walked out to greet you.
"Hi there, I saw you were having some trouble. I figured you might want some of this food?"
You look up at her, and holy shit! She was gorgeous. Obviously loaded, who the hell knew why she was shopping here, but she had offered you food. After getting mugged like that, there was no way you'd turn her down. "Thankth ma'am."
As you take the food, she asks: "So, what happened there? Did he have a problem with you?"
"Well, yeah. I had a bag of food, and apparently he didn't. He wanted more than I offered tho he took it and ran. Do you mind if I athk your name?"
"Oh!" She giggles a bit. "Where are my manners? I'm Feferi! What about you?"
"Oh, uh, I'm Thollukth."
"Thollukth? That's an interesting name!" She laughs.
"Oh, well, uh, I have thigh llithp, you see and I-"
"I know, I'm just messing with you!" More giggling. "Well, I ought to be going. So busy and all, but maybe I'll see you around?"
"Yeah, yeah maybe."
As you walked off, you take a look back at her. (I'll leave her to your imagination, just imagine a 1% rich person who is young and beautiful I suppose)
When you got home, you flipped on the lights. Nothing special, as usual. Might as well get some stuff cooking. While you do that, you check on your pester chum. Apparently some random people have been messaging you. Maybe once you're done cooking you can check on those. Make some friends?
Anyway, a little bit later, you're seated at your corner of the room eating and checking the logs. Mostly spam, 'buy this bed' here and 'sell your gold' there. Ugh, just your luck. Now, decisions. Maybe you could chat with Aradia? Not a horrible idea, but she was, what, 5 hours ahead? It'd be two in the morning over there. You don't really know anyone else. You want to talk to someone. Almost tempted enough to…well, you could always make a nicer character.
Yeah, a nicer character wouldn't threaten you or anything like that. Besides, you couldn't go anywhere, you were still in pain. Might as well. You head over to your bathroom, only to suddenly be acting your asshole character, just out of the blue.
"'Bout time athhole! Where you been? Crying to your mommy? Oh, wait. The'th dead!"
Ouch. Just, ouch. Obviously, you were trying to elicit some sort of response. "Hello, I watch hoping not to thee you again…"
"Well too bad, I'm thtuck here. Jutht like you. Ekthept, I don't have a dead father. Dithgrathe to the forthe, from what I heard."
That's it. Your dad was one of the greatest cops this town had. You feel the anger rising, and before you know it you had punched the mirror. What was a dusty reflective surface now has a big clean crack all through it. On one half, you in your dirty clothes and bareing your teeth. On the other half, him, with an evil grin, but otherwise just like you.
You jump backwards, until only one half is visible. The nice half, the half that's you. What the fuck is even wrong with you? Maybe this was…like multiple personaliblahblah disorder! I mean, that dude is freaky as all hell! But he was you. You can't exactly see a specialist either, because you have basically no money or anything. But, you do have a connection. That Feferi person is rich beyond belief you would imagine. But…no. That'd be awful, to use someone for their money. But, ugh! This decision was too hard! You should really get cleaned up and head to bed though.
A/N and that's it for now. I really hope you enjoyed, and reviews are much appreciated. Yes, I realize it isn't exactly bipolarity, but work with me here, okay? Anyway, I hope you have a great day. I'll try to update soon.