A/N:

All the A/N below is everything I have evaluated since Episode 5.

I kid you not, when I heard Duncan say: "What if Mike is the Alternate, and Mal is the real deal?" I released the most fangirlly scream you could imagine, also when Duncan stated that he actually liked it at juvie.

Now, I noticed that my review (from lordkalel) said "now that theory is canon." Yes, it is. BUT-it was stated from Duncan, meaning that, yes, it is canon, BUT, we still cannot say that it is the truth.

Yet, Mike did state it as "my" subconscious, so, we still cannot be sure on this. (Because if you borrowed something for a long time, you would start calling it yours.)

And then there's how "Mike"/Mal got his MPD in the first place. From what I've read, MPD, or, Dissociative Identity Disorder, and according to WebMD, "Dissociative identity disorder (previously known as multiple personality disorder) is an effect of severe trauma during early childhood, usually extreme. . ."
"Mike"/Mal never mentions his parents or anything, does he? (Then again, most of the newcomers have yet to.) So, one could easily state an obvious idea: "Mike"'s/Mal's Parents died, and to cope, he develops PMD. *Shrugs*

And I can't wait for the next episode! At the end of the preview on Cartoon Network, you see Chester going: "This is going to end badly." So, that means we're going to find out what happened to Mike's personalities!If you notice, in Episode 9, the 100th episode, We do not see what has happened to Mike and Chester. And at the end of the episode, Mal tells Cameron, "Oh, Mike's gone- I'm Mal."
So what if- what if Mike's gone, as in- gone GONE. Mal would know that Mike escaped because Mike took control after he escaped.

^As of watching the next episode, Mal stated he needed to get rid of Mike, for good.

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Prt 2.

Theory on the Malevolent One

I hate him.
I detest him.
I dislike him.
I relish him.

I hate that Goody two-shoes, and his little girlfriend too.
Reality is not the place for the purely good people, like him. They are seen as shy, and that weird kid that sits in the back. The one that is not one who is better described by who he is not.

I hate him for locking my away, for leaving me to be that nagging idea in the farthest corner of the subconscious.

Most Politicians gain their positions through lies, and placing themselves on the top of the social latter, and getting the top quarter of the latter to follow him.

They do it through promises.
Through looks.
Through ideas that take years to come to life, only for the people to find the deceiving far too late.

That's not my style.
I do it through fear. Through scaring the people.

I bet, I just know, that someone watching this show just loves the way I act.
They should fear me, they know to fear me. Yet they fear me so much, the people love it.

A man once said, "It is better to be feared than loved."
I agree with him.

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Now that Alejandro "Dead Donkey" was gone, I had a pest in my mind to exterminate. Well, two pests. The good guy of us five, and his grandpa.

Gramps was quite the annoyance. Then again, I need someone to sell in places people never go.
I was in the hotel now, in my room. Thinking about how I would handle my pests. If I went in to do pest control now, while I was conscious, someone would take over. And control was a gift that had to be mine. Only mine.

Risking my control was out of the question.
And having a little bit of fun with everyone's things would have to wait. (Such a shame.)

Grabbing Mike's bag, I took out the yellow pajamas he had, cringing at the cowardly yellow color of the fabric. (That would have to change as well.)
A few minutes later, I was pacing the room wearing the coward-colored pajamas, barefoot, and my hair flopped down.
The decisions and plan ran through my mind. How could I dispose of Goody-goody Mikey? Maybe chain all his limbs till he's so broke down, I could use him like the others? No, he's was able to break out, more courageous to be free than the others. Too risky.
Maybe strangle him?
That was in the spotlight. The problem there was. . . It would be like losing a piece of us, a major piece of us all. Like the center piece of that puzzle you wanted to display. Mike had most of the memories and background knowledge I needed for this little playground reality show.
I paused my pacing as the thought coursed through my mind.
Needed.
I needed something.
I needed from him.
I needed him? I needed him?!
DISGUSTING! ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!

No. I would have to go with the chaining for right now. Chain him in the cold, dark places in the back of my subconscious. Where he left me.

Heading to the bed, I went under the covers, and went against all my insomniac ways. I would need some time to lock them all up again, not the few hours after 3 AM. (And the journey to the dark was long.)

Forcing myself to sleep, I appeared in a red poof of plans and hate, in front of the goody-goody, his grandpa, and the girl. My menacing gaze focused on Mike, and I smirked as Svedlana jumped back and Chester curled into a fetal position. How weak.

"Time to stop playing- Mikey."

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I sometimes think of Mal as not just a young evil genius, but as a slight madman. I tried to combine that into this, but without over-doing it, or making it obvious.

SPOILERS (?)

I finally got a look at the preview for the next episode, "Sundae Muddy Sundae." From what it showed, I think they will have to race through a swamp or something, with (You guessed it.) Sundaes. I'm thinking that whoever has the most Sundae left at the end of the race, is the winner of the challenge. The episode, I believe, will have some explaining on Mike, since you see Chester insulting Svetlana. Near the end of the preview, Zoey kisses Mal, and he looks happy.