TALES FROM THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL
TWENTY FIRST CONFESSION: Multiple Personality Disorder
Wolfwood threw the door open to the house where he had left Vash and Meryl. But Meryl was no where to be found. That was just as well. Wolfwood thought she was a bitc-
"-Wolfwood!" Vash cried, latching himself onto Wolfwood's arm. He looked like hell. He wasn't wearing his usual red coat, and his hair was down instead of spiked up like it always was.
"Vash, I'm so glad to see you. Your brother's one crazy son of a-"
"Ericks." Vash interrupted.
"What?" Wolfwood asked, maybe Gunsmoke was just cursed.
"My name is Ericks, Vash went inside my head for a while."
"What/!" Wolfwood cried.
"I have a confession, Wolfwood."
"No!"
"I have multiple personality disorder."
"No more confessions!" Wolfwood cried and quickly locked himself inside of the broom closet.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood crawled into the fetal position; the last of the man's fading sanity now completely gone.
TWENTY FIRST CONFESSION: Multiple Personality Disorder
Wolfwood threw the door open to the house where he had left Vash and Meryl. But Meryl was no where to be found. That was just as well. Wolfwood thought she was a bitc-
"-Wolfwood!" Vash cried, latching himself onto Wolfwood's arm. He looked like hell. He wasn't wearing his usual red coat, and his hair was down instead of spiked up like it always was.
"Vash, I'm so glad to see you. Your brother's one crazy son of a-"
"Ericks." Vash interrupted.
"What?" Wolfwood asked, maybe Gunsmoke was just cursed.
"My name is Ericks, Vash went inside my head for a while."
"What/!" Wolfwood cried.
"I have a confession, Wolfwood."
"No!"
"I have multiple personality disorder."
"No more confessions!" Wolfwood cried and quickly locked himself inside of the broom closet.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood crawled into the fetal position; the last of the man's fading sanity now completely gone.