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Mike can't summon his personalities like he used to. But, Svetlana, Chester, Veto, and Manitoba are having their own problems. An image of what The Malevolent One (Mike's dark side) is doing.
Mike got ready for bed, preparing for when he took his shirt off and Veto would show up. But nothing happened. "What's going on?" he asked himself.
In the depths of Mike's mind, his personalities have there own problems. As you journey deeper into his subconscious, you see his personas gathered around one being. The Malevolent One sits in a throne above the others. His feet rest on Chester's back, using him as a footstool. Chester doesn't dare complain the way he normally would, only making a few elderly sighs and groans.
Veto and Manitoba are on either side of the Malevolent One, fanning him.
Svetlana is in the middle of the room, doing tricks as requested by…him.
The Malevolent One leans back in his throne, tapping his fingers together the way a villain in a movie would, only this isn't a movie, this is real.
A bright light shines into the room not far behind Veto, an opening. He slowly shuffles back, hoping the Malevolent One is too occupied in his dark thoughts to notice his chance to escape. He slides back another pace, no reaction. Another…another. He can almost feel himself taking control of Mike, hopefully long enough to warn him- "Where do you think you're going?" Everyone gasps, the Malevolent One doesn't even look at Veto, his sinister gaze straight ahead.
"I-uh-nowhere," he replies hopelessly.
"Ha ha ha, trying to escape, are you?" he stands up, still facing forward, evil smirk on his face, his head down and his eyes closed, almost as if he is sensing what is going on in the room.
"Uh-no-I-" Veto keeps stepping back.
"Then, where are you going?" no answer. He whipped his head around to see Veto running to the opening. "Oh no you don't," the white light was suddenly blocked of by a metal door.
"Gah!" Veto fell onto his back and the Malevolent One stalked closer. He roughly pulled Veto up by his hair "I didn't mean no trouble, j-just forget I ever did it, k?" Veto defended.
The Malevolent One smirked, "Now, I'm only going to ask this one more time. "What. Is. That?"
"I-it's a portal…t-to outside Mike's brain."
"It is how we are to be let out," Svetlana explained further. The Malevolent One let go of Veto, wiping excess hair gel onto his shirt.
The metal door rose up, "Ha ha, perfect."
"What do ya' think you're doin' mate?" Manitoba asked.
He reached his hand through, but something stopped him. "What is the meaning of this?"
"It only opens for the one being called upon," Chester said from his position on his hands and knees.
"Ha ha, not for long…" the white light shattered like glass and a new, black opening took its place.
"What did you do?" Svetlana asked, distressed.
"And how?" Manitoba added.
"I told you, I'm in control. From now on, only I can leave,"
He started to step through but stopped when Manitoba asked, "What are you doin', Malevolent One?"
"I'm going to go cause a little chaos. Oh, and one more thing, call me Blake, Blake Malice. Ha ha ha!" he stepped out and Mike, well he, sat up in bed and made his way over to Sam's bag. This is going to be fun.