Mike and Mal's backstory
Mike age 8: One morning in early august, 8 year old Mike had just got a disturbing wake up call. Some police officers had just barged into his room and grabbed Mike by his arms as they swiftly lifted him out of his bed. He only truly woke up once he was in the cop car, buckled in, with his mom right beside him. he had bruises on his cheek a well as along down his arms, which raised the quick question,"mom...where's dad?" He said as he was eyeing her own bruises and cuts along some of her arms and legs. They both had been abused by his father for at least a few years. That was when his personalities began to appear. At school this both helped him and hurt him. Once kids found out about his Multiple Personality Disorder, the bullying started. He was kicked and punched by bullies just as he was by his father. Everyone refused to help him, even his friends wouldn't intervene. On the other hand, he had straight A's in P.E. thanks to Svetlana. Manitoba's smarts got him good grades in Social Studies and Science. Vito helped him fend off bullies with his keen muscles and fighting capabilities, though it often earned him a detention. His personalities were both helpful and trouble making. Vito's always picking fights, Manitoba's a Sexist, Chester(his "grumpy old man" personality) annoyed everyone with his constant complaining. The bullies call him a wuss because Svetlana's a girl. But for some reason,at home, when he was getting beat by his father, just when he needed them most, they disappeared.
Mike was spacing out in the cop car while his mom was looking in the other direction, sobbing. He looked down and shockingly saw his knuckles were bruised. "It couldn't of been vito, when his fights are over his knuckles are only red-ish, never bruised", Mike thought. He then had a flashback to last night in order to try and figure out what happened.
~Flashback~
"WHERE ARE 'YA, 'YA LITTLE $#% "?! Mike's dad yelled furiously. Mike, meanwhile, was shaking in a ball holding himself behind the refrigerator, sobbing, trying to hold in the sniffles in order to remain silent. When all of a sudden… He heard a blade being drawn. Mik knew what was going to happen. "He's never been this violent before…, not even when he was drunk…" Mike thought, looking at a small bruise on his upper right arm. This time it's different. "oooh Miiiiiikeeeeeeyyy." his father said , now walking towards the fridge. Mike was getting scarder and scarder by the second. until…"MICHAEL!" He hit the fridge with all his might. The fridge started to wobble, from the position Mike was in, it could instantly flatten him. The wobbling made Mike scream in horror, "NOOOOOO"!... Then all of a sudden a large gasp escaped causing a spasm but then quickly relaxed, the same reaction he gets when one of his personalities take control. Mike didn't know this one. Mike soon woke up in his subconscious feeling uneasy. He saw his personas beside him with a comforting smile. "Guys what's going on he-" "shh" Vito said, Manitoba then spoke," everything's goin' to be alright now, mate."he said ruffling his hair. "But if you're all here then who's-" Mike paused pointing at the sky. "Mike lay down" Svetlana said with her hand behind his back and the other near his heart, lowering him to the ground.
Manitoba put his hand above Mike's eyes to close them, he did so and then his smile matched theirs as he fell asleep comfortably by his best friends.
~On the outside~
Mike's father started walking closer and closer to behind the fridge, where Mike was. Still in his ball only,...his head was down, face hidden. When his father finally found him, his head,instead of slowly rising, it just jumped right up like a spring. Surprising his dad. When he got a second look at his son's face it looked….different. Mike's eyes quickly flashed open revealing dark circles under them as his pupils instantly went from light brown to jet black. Then a flap of hair fell right over his left eye, a wide grin spread across his face. His teeth looked much sharper than before, almost like a shark, making him look even more sinister. intimidating his father, he was almost fearful of his son…"Mike?"... His father knew about his other personalities. He was the one who had to always pick one of "them" up from the principal's office because they got in a fight. At home, he most commonly saw Vito after Mike was out of the shower (Vito is summoned when Mike's shirt is off). This always made him stressed, and so, he took out his frustration on the "problem" itself. Whenever Mike gasped, he'd ask who he was talking to. "Sorry, Mike's not here at the moment." the boy said in a dark and brooding voice, his father didn't recognize it. "Who am I talking to right now?" Mike's dad asked hesitantly. The boy was now standing only his face was once again hidden,
""who am I?"" the boy began to chuckle,"...I'm your worst nightmare…" The boy said as he lunged at his father, giving him no time to react to the previous statement or escape. The boy yanked the knife out of his father's tight grasp with frightening ease. His father had fallen to the ground with the knife wielding child on top of him, holding the knife above his head, in the form to stab him. Just then, his mother had woken up from a recent slam to the head as she stumbled out of bed. She began walking down the hall leading to the kitchen. She'd heard disturbing sounds coming from there making her hesitant to find out what the source of it was. Half way down the hall she heard maniacal laughter as she saw a silhouette of what appeared to be a small body on top of a larger one. The smaller one with a knife in hand. This had to be her husband and son. The knife swung down, she closed her eyes after she heard the loud sound of impalement and blood splatter. She heard it only once more before rushing into the kitchen to find her son covered in blood on top of a body in a larger puddle of the same liquid. The boy didn't notice his frozen speechless mother as he began punching his father's face repeatedly. both his knuckles and his father's cheek were badly bruised. It didn't take long before his father was knocked out that his mother screamed bloody murder. "MIKE!" she ran to him and grabbed his arm that he was punching him with. The boy slowly turned his head to face his mother. She was horrified at what she saw. His dark eyes seemed to see right through her. He grinned an evil grin, "call the police, he'll be gone for a while...mommy" She slapped him in fear for herself and to hopefully wake up her son. Now the blood splatters on his face had been smeared as well as on to his mother's hand. His head was stuck in place where he got slapped. He stood up and got off of his comatose father only to step into a small pool of blood, "It's okay mommy, really. You'll see Mike again when I wake up tomorrow morning." His mom was just speechless and perfectly still. "He'll be locked up for a long time...after what he did to us…" he said with a scowl at his father after studying his bruises and his mother's cuts and bandages. He then yawned and started walking back to his room to sleep...but not before he purposely dropped the bloody knife right in front of his mother. He took off his shoes to at least keep the carpet clean and bloody stained free. He left it up to his mother to clean up the dark, disturbing scene, he chuckled as he walked out of the room. After he'd fallen asleep he went straight to his subconscious by Mike and the other personas. "He's gonna be alright, I wouldn't kill his dad and you know it." He said to the personalities. They sighed in relief because now Mike was safe. Mike began to wake up, surrounded by his personalities. He smiled and then he saw a boy who looked just like him. Before Mike woke up the boy's eyes went from black to brown, like Mike's. The dark circles faded away, his teeth no longer looked vicious and instead he now had a kind smile on his face. "Who are you?" Mike said sitting up. "I'm Mal, I'm your new best friend." Mal said, offering his hand to help Mike up. When Mike grabbed it, it was like no one was there anymore but the two boys and an instant connection had just formed. They both smiled and hugged each other, "c'mon Mike, let's play!" Mal said, dragging Mike away from the scene.
