I'm back here again. Forced into the far back of Mike's subconsious. That's correct, the old area that the others like to call home. Oh, what joyous adventures I could have here! If I wasn't chained to this damned wall.

While Crocodile Dundee, the oil slick, the old grump and so-called queen of gymnastics roaming around as free as could be. They were so careless and happy. Such a disgusting sight.

"Why must it be so fun to be evil?" I grumbled to myself as I tossed my head back and it hit the wall of Mike's mind with a thud.

Of course, being evil is fun but not when you're chained and all alone with no damage to cause. And of course, no one in all of Mike's mind would think of freeing me. They know the damage I've caused to them and those of the outside world, the humiliation I put them through and where my exact chaos-set mind is, thus leading to why I'm kept chained.

Truly, though, I ask myself: what is it about being evil that makes everything so enjoyable?

Could it be the way they scream in pain and terror? Knowing that one would tremble in your presence? When someone gasps as your hand wraps around their neck as you glare at them deeply in the eye; letting them be consumed by the fear you strike in their heart?

In my case, I'd like to think that it's all of it. It's such a thrill to know when someone is in fear of you. They're like putty in your hand; you can shape them, bend them, squeeze them and mold them.

Digressing from that, I had to at least stretch around. You have no idea how much of a dread it is to try and get feeling back into your muscles after you've been sitting alone with nothing to do for hours, days, months... years.

I suppose that I did bring this upon myself. I did things I can't go back to but then again; why would I want to? I would be removing my own fond memories from my past.

After I had done my stretching, I couldn't help but to give another attempt to pull on the chain by lifting my leg and tugging against the chain that bound around my right ankle. My teeth ground together tightly as I pulled but I let out a heavy sigh as I stopped fighting against the cold metal.

I let myself step back and let my back lean against with wall with a distant gaze. My back slid down the wall as I fell into my sitting position once more.

My name is Mal, and I'm doomed to a life of imprisonment. Alone and bored for eternity.

CLANG!

I grunted at the loud noise as it echoed around the mind. "What the-...?"

My curiosity on what the noise was quickly fell when I felt a weight lift of my right leg. My gaze shifted down to the leg to see that the chain that rested upon it was gone.

To make sure that I wasn't seeing things, I stood up once more and lifted that same leg. It wasn't held back by anything.

How was it gone?

More importantly, why do I care? I'm free! Finally, after all of that time, I'm free from that prison!

It didn't take me long to begin to walk around, smirking at the freedom I'd finally obtained after all this time. I saw the 'house' of the other personas and smirked widely as I continued to step towards it.

The mind began to grow duller and darker. Screams of the other personalities were heard as well.

And for good reason, the king has returned.