Disclaimer:
Once more, I do not own TD.

A/N:
I plan to do one more chapter, an epilogue, and then this story is finished. I meant to get this up yesterday, but you see how that went.

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She knows! I think she knows! No, it's not an 'I think' She knows! I was pacing in the loser cabin, wall-to-wall, mulling over Zoey and the next, last challenge.
I would not let her win, Zoey the lonely's winning streak would be broken!

The cash would be mine!
The body would be mine!
All of it, would be mine!

I had to win, there was no margin for error.
And that tower was looking better and still, there was Zoey. Zoey had the dvd. She had seen the dvd. But it didn't matter now, since we were the end.
That also meant I could have my hair down.
Yay?

I needed tro be ready for tomorrow, and- if I didn't win unfairly, I had plan B.

Boom. Boom.

I put back on the coward-colored (ugh) pajamas, and went to bed. (Which, took a while, I had a hard time forcing myself to sleep.)
And yet, the bringer of darkness and fear had a nightmare of his own.
Not just a simple nightmare- a memory.

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Meeting the Personalities:

I was scared. Terrified, even.

The Darkness and my chains usually had me in a tight hold, harmless, but effective.
But now it was trying to crush me!
I had trusted my companions, Darkness and Silence, but they had turned on me!

My chains had disappeared, and I fell from the rack of where my body had been suspended.
I simply landed with a thump, my half-living corpse still.
I did not brace for impact.
I did not scream in terror as I fell.
I did not stare at the ground as it rushed at me.

I couldn't. I was a weak skeleton by that time, (More than I already was.) my limbs had been asleep and numb for too long by then.

Then I saw it!
The thing that activated what little energy and adrenaline I had.

The exit! The light!

It shined on my half-living self, and I lost control of my actions. Like when you were having a conversation with a friend, and you accidentally said the wrong thing- and the friendship you forged for so long suddenly snapped in half. Then the shock and guilt settles in.
I slinked away from the light!
The light, the brightness I wanted to charge into, I was afraid of its touch!

And I saw a silhouette appear in the light.
His hair was a bit different, but his twig body, long legs, and pointy chin were unmistakable.

"YOU!" I yelled, forcing myself up. The silhouette flinched at my yell- but he kept silent.
I was standing on my weak, shaking legs, my fists clenched tighter than ever. "Why are you back here Mike?"

"Yo, I'm not Mike, I'm da' Vito." The silhouette replied.
Vito? That sounded stupid- his voice and accent even confirmed that.

"Zo dis is him?" Said another voice, this one more feminine and had a Russian accent.
"That's The Male'volent One? He looks like a koala on the ground- helpless!" Said yet another voice, this one an Australian Male. The Malevolent One? That was a nice title. . .
Helpless- I'm not helpless!

"Just call him Mal, Manitoba."
Him! It was Him!

I couldn't help but grin. He had come to me! And he brought witnesses! "Well Mike, I- ARGHHHH!"

"Vito, Svedlana, Manitoba, Chester- meet Mal."

The Darkness had left the room in a flash, and the brightness flooded in. The walls and floor had turned pure white, only intensifying the brightness.

And it hurt. I had collapsed, now on my hands and knees- like the weakling Mike made me appear as. My eyes were shut tight from the brightness, and I heard a noise far more interesting.

Gasps. And Mike's voice.

"Oh god- what happened to him? Yo, Mike- Is he dead or somethin?"

"He vouldn't be that thin, or pale!"

"I haven't seen a youngster that weak since I was a youngin!"

"I haven't seen that much blood since my trekee in tha Amazon! Mike- did ya do this?"

I finally opened my eyes, looking down at myself and the ground. Now able to see myself after all that time, chained, cut, bleeding, and hanging. And even I gasped. I could count my ribs, and my gut was practically skeleton. I still had blood occasionally dripping from my half-living self, and most of my wounds were scabbed over or scars. My skin had once been a playful mocha, but now it was a sickening tan brown.

I used to only be a monster on the inside.

Now I looked like one too.

Mike was actually victorious this time- he had injured me once again, gave me burning light, showed me my living corpse, left me speechless, I didn't know what to do, and he had brought people to show off his victory.
I dared to look up at them, and noticed the personality in the fedora was looking at Mike, accusedly.

"Mike, did you do this?" The aussie repeated.

And I saw an emotion I never expected to see on Mike's stupid, happy face. Guilt. He felt guilty about this.
Unbelievable.

"Yes. I did. I'm not proud of it, Manitoba, really. But I had to do something. He was endangering me, you guys, and plenty of innocent people." Mike glanced over at me, and our eyes met for a moment, then he looked away.
He felt sorry for me?
Guilty?
Sad for me?

"Mike. Is there another reason that you came back here, with others- for that matter, other than to show the result of your cruelty?" I said, emphasizing the last word. Mike looked at me, and walked towards me, then stopped about ten feet away from me, and I staggered myself up once more.

"Mal- I know you. I know that you want to kill me. I know that you're plotting against me, to take me out. Overthrow me, murder me, or you'll repeat what I've done to you. Because I know this, I knew I should warn everyone else about you. " Mike looked back at the other personalities, then quickly turned his attention back to me.
"And I-"

"YOU WHAT? You feel sorry for poor little Mally ol' Mally? You feel guilty for torturing me?" Mike seemed to freeze up as I accused and raged at him. "Well you know what Mikey- that's wonderful. Cause at least you haven't forgotten about the devil living in our head. And I hope your guilt starts turning you into some angry, regretful soul, a hero in the eyes of the world, but in truth, you're a sick, sadistic man- and it drives you mad. Do you understand, Mikey?" I told Mike, managing to straighten myself.

He stared at me, the guilt opening up more, and we kept locked eyes for minutes.

"Come on everyone, let's get out of this place. We're obviously not wanted." Mike turned around, and his witnesses went out of the place, the light and the white room fading and turning pitch black with the exit of each person. I glared at Mike as he stopped at the exit, looking at me once more.

A wild, berserk monster came over me, and I charged at Mike- screaming and yelling threats as I ran. Mike quickly fled from me, and I crashed into the darkness.

It was silent again, and I couldn't move once more. Glowing, purple chains appeared on my wrists, my neck, and my torso. It dragged me back, and I was suspended in the air once more.

Mike.

Must.

Die.

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So, this is sort of the last chapter! I hope you guys love it, and tell others about this! So, up next will be an epilogue, and then this story is finished.

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