Hello! So, as you may have noticed I'm a new writer here on and this is my first EVER fanfic, though I have been reading them for a while. I've written my own stories before on other sites, mainly Wattpad, and I go by the name Rachrock3097 on there too if you happen to be scrolling past :) I was introduced to this website by Megan, A.K.A SunsetValleyLove, and if you haven't seen her around then go check out her stuff. This fanfiction is written in Mortimer's POV (though I might add in a bit of Bella POV later). I'm quite a new simmer, so if I get any details wrong then please just let me know. Enjoy! :D

This is written purely for entertainment purposes and I definitely don't mean to offend anyone with anything I've written. This is a comedic view, as well as a serious one, at Multiple Personality Disorder and its affects on people.

The name's Mortimer, Mortimer Goth. Or at least that's what it is when I'm actually in control of myself. Yes, I have multiple personality disorder (MPD) which means I can turn into any unique individual at any given moment. I also gain their name, which makes certain situations become rather awkward when I turn into a female. It happens all too often that I am accused of being transgender. Just to clarify, I most definitely am not.

I have few friends, mainly because I'm so abnormal that everybody in my school is confused, irritated, afraid of or, in the nerds' case, fascinated by my MPD. I've adapted to their way of observing my behavior and taking notes of each of my characters, though I would like to point out that I am in no way a specimen for study. If I'm completely honest, they probably know more about my personalities than I do; I just know when I'm in character and when I'm not. I don't even get a sense of warning or any time to react, I just switch spontaneously.

Most people with this, or any condition, live their lives the way I do. Even though the nerds are aware of my disorder from intense study of my behaviour, the rest of the school aren't. This is the explanation for why I have so few friends. The nerds like to consider themselves as my friends, but they're more of my anthropologists.

I would consider Caiden, a boy who is two years younger than me, as my friend. We hang out together at home whenever we can, and he loves coming over to my manor house to play on the XBox, but we're not allowed to go around together at school with him only being in Year Seven and me being in Year Nine. Besides, I would get even more grief of the guys at my school if they found me hanging around with a 12 year old. My only real friend that I can be seen with is none other than Bella Batchelor. Even then, though, everybody assumes we are a couple. I mean, Bella is kind-hearted and beautiful, but I wish I could just be her friend without people making assumptions. Sadly, that's how our messed up world works nowadays.

"Hey, Morty, are you coming to play?" Shouts Caiden from his bedroom window. He only lives over the road from me, and with a house as unique as Goth Manor, he can spot my room easily and communicate anytime he wants.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in ten minutes." I call over. I grab my mobile phone and run down our creaky old staircase.

"Be back for dinner, son. Remember we're having the big dinner party in the graveyard tonight." Dad reminds me. We have a dinner party every month on the 13th of each month, this one being May. It's our way of remembering my older sister, Lolita, who died a few years back.

"Gunther, have you told him?" Mum murmers, nudging him.

"Ah, yes, that nice young lady, what's her name? Ah - Bella! Bella and her family will be making an appearence tonight, so be back with plenty of time to clean up." And then he winks. Seriously, father? I decide it's best just to smile and exit; if I get to intense I could end up switching character.

"Also, that young lad over the road will be coming too!" He shouts as I leave.

I sprint down the road, but as I do so, I very nearly collide with a car. But, instead of being a normal person and stepping out of the way, Alex kicks in. Alex is one of my personalities, and to be honest he is probably the most helpful. Whenever there is an athletically challenging or physical task, he takes control of me. This time, he made me leap over the bonnet of the car, do a cartwheel on the roof and jump back down onto the road. People passing by and the driver were just sat staring, in awe, as Alex continued my short sprint to Caiden's house for me.

"Morty!" He grins as he sees me approach his front door. One thing about when my personalities take over is that they all have different ways of beginning and ending. Like with Alex; he appears when I'm in an athletic environment, but I can't be snapped out of it just by someone saying my name. Usually, I only really come back around when the opposite of the trigger situation occurs.

This, however, means that I - I mean Alex - is looking around for this 'Morty' guy. Strange. He's nowhere.

"Okay there, buddy?" Enquires Caiden, dragging me into his house and up the stairs. I should probably mention that he is actually unaware of my MPD as well. And I think I would rather keep it a secret from him; he might tell Bella. Whenever I switch character he either thinks it's some really cool game, or I'm just being really weird.

He pushes me down into a bean bag and hands me a controller. Instantly, I revert back to Mortimer. Alex would never be caught slobbing about playing video games.

"What should we play, Morty?" He asks, nudging me. "How about Fifa?"

"Yeah, sure." I don't actually want to play Fifa, considering if I even see a football, Alex will completely take over me and I'll end up playing football with Caiden's head or something.

We get to the loading screen and Alex immediately kicks in. He makes me jump up off the bean bag and start kicking the wall. Internally, I'm yelling at him, but I can't snap myself out of it.

"What are you doing? Stop it, sit down, Morty! This isn't time for one of your role play games." Caiden commands, shoving me back into the bean bag. I sigh in relief, contemplating the damage I could have caused to his bedroom wall if I'd have continued.

"Hey, um, it's nearly five and the dinner party starts soon, I think I should be going." I babble, trying to find an excuse to leave before Alex takes over again.

"What are you on about, it doesn't start 'till seven, you plank." Crap. I forgot he was coming.

"Yeah, but I've got things to...sort. Yeah, things to sort. Gotta run, see you later!" And, with that, I shoot down the stair as fast as I can - which is only powerwalking pace so that I don't awaken Alex again - and head home to prepare for the night ahead. Oh, how hiding this from the guests will be fun.