Kye approached the door with a bit of hesitation. He had told the group that he couldn't officially diagnose the disorder because he didn't have his degree but they insisted he talk to him anyway. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Butters sat curled into himself in the corner, he was obviously frightened. Kyle approached him, out of costume, and placed a hand on the boys shoulder. His head shot up his eyes wide.

" Hey, Butters," Kyle said softly. Butters flung himself into the arms of the large boy. He clung desperately, as if Kyle was the only thing keeping reality in its place.

" Kyle, help me," Butters pleaded. " Get me out of her, please. I can't remember it so it wasn't me, right?" Kyle cringed and ran a gentle hand through the small boys hair. They had never been close, but it felt like they would be after this moment.

" I can't get you out yet, BUtters. I saw you there. I saw your face," Kyle whispered sadly. Butters reared backwards, his back slammed into the concrete wall. " They brought me to talk to you. Everyone wanted a professional to talk to you, but we wanted you to be comfortable."

Butters shrank into himself and sent a pathetic look. " I'm crazy aren't I?" he whimpered. Kyle cringed at the term but sat back onto the concrete floor. Crazy was so derogating.

" Well I don't think so Butters but they sent me to determine why you don't remember. Why you are missing so much time," Kyle explained. Butters nodded slowly and sent Kyle a weak smile.

" I can tell you what I know but it's not much," Butters whispered. " I know that I've noticed missing time for about two years now. I wake up in places that I don't know. It started out harmless. I would come to walking through the grocery store or cleaning the house. It felt innocent enough so I thought nothing of it."

Kyle nodded and pulled out a small notepad from his pocket and began to jot some notes down. Butters eyed it with concern but quickly threw his eyes back down to the floor. Kyle knew the thought of someone analyzing you was terrifying.

" Then about a year ago, I started waking up covered in bruises. I would be hurt, cut and even burned once. That's when I began to worry, but I couldn't bring myself to say something."

Kyle looked at the huddled boy with interest. He knew that DID was usually brought on by childhood trauma. Was that the case with Butters? Kyle didn't know much about the boys parents.

" Alright, Butters, can you explain to me the last thing you remember before you lost time?"" Kyle asked curiously. He hoped he could find a good excuse for the lost time. He didn't want to jump to conclusions though.

" Well I was watching the news. Mysterion was doing a press conference, talking about Professor Chaos. He said that he was nothing but a common criminal," butters said tilting his head haphazardly towards the ceiling. Kyle watched him cautiously, he didn't want to push him to hard over the edge.

Do you believe that? That he's a common criminal?" Kyle asked slowly, hesitantly. Butters eyes slowly came down from the ceiling but they gleamed with something new, a smirk gracing his lips. Kyle's heart stopped. Did he set something in motion accidently? He told them to bring in a professional.

" Is it me you wanted to talk to? Kyle, is it? PUshing pathetic Butters until he breaks and has to hide," Kyle's eyes widened with surprise. He actually hadn't planned on pulling out another personality. Especially, at the risk of pulling out Chaos.

" Chaos, is that you?" Kyle asked cautiously. The other boys eyes glimmered dangerously. He placed his notepad on the floor beside him. " I don't want any trouble.'

Chaos giggled with a kind of joyous glee. " Of course it's me. My quarrel isn't with you so I won't cause you any harm. For now," Chaos said with a malicious grin. Kyle flinched nervously and shifted uncomfortably. Something about that grin was off somehow.

" What about the children Chaos. Did you have a quarrel with them?" Kyle asked, his head cocked to the side.

" I put them out of their misery. There is nothing in this world for them except disappointment. You should be thanking me for saving them," Chaos snarled. Kyle watched him wring his fingers together anxiously. It seemed like a thing Butter's would do, not Chaos.

" Do you hold Butters memories of his childhood?" Kyle asked softly. He was trying to keep himself non threatening. His arms were uncrossed and held softly at his side, voice soft and calm.

"Hm only the one worthy of vengeance. The ones that make him angry," he said matter-of-factly like it was a normal thing to say.

" What about Mysterion make you angry?" Kyle asked. " Certainly he didn't do anything to you."

Chaos scoffed in disbelief at Kyle's words. " YOu want to know what he did to me. He didn't save us!" he screamed. " I know he's the same age as butters. He had to see! Yet he did nothing and now we will never be whole again."

Chaos leapt forward and brought a fist to Kyle's cheek. " Now get out," he snarled as he moved his way back to the bed.

" Okay Chaos, I'll leave. Just one more question," Kyle said confidently, his hand on the door knob. " How many are there?"

Chaos turned his back to him and punched the wall angrily. " Four, if you include pathetic Butters," he responded. Kyle exited the room and leaned back against the door. He let out a large breath that he felt like he had held in forever. That was one of the most intense things he had ever done, and he was a superhero.

" I What do you think," Mysterion asked as he leaned against the wall opposite him. Kyle eyed him with concern and pushed himself off the door.

" I think that it was definitely what I thought and he needs professional help. More than I can give him," Kyel told him. Mysterion sighed and shoved his fingers in his belt. He looked thoughtful, even only being able to see half his face.

" I can probably arrange that. I'd also like you to keep seeing him as well," he said after a few moments of silence. " i can't keep him in that small room forever. I think I may find a way to lock him in a safe house somewhere."

Kyle eyed him out of the side of his eye while they walked. Something that Chaos had said bouncing around in his head like a bullet. " M, how old are you?" he asked suddenly, bringing Mysterion to a halt. He stared at the redhead down with a look of fire.

" Why would I tell you that," he growled. " My identity is mine. My age would just narrow down your options. You never dug around before, so why start now?"

" I'm not trying to dig. Chaos said you were our age. That you saw it all and never saved him," Kyle said.

Mysterion whipped around and headed towards the room again. " M, what are you doing?" Kyle asked chasing back after him.

" He knows who I am and I want to know how!"