Here's chapter 2! I want to thank you all for liking this so far!
Sorry for the long wait. I haven't been feeling a while back and I didn't really feel like writing either. And I apologize if this isn't perfect because of all the repeated words and such, but I'm glad everyone loves it just the same. :)
And forgive me for posting this so late. I had a boring/tiring day and didn't get to this until night time.
Anyway, this is the second alternate chapter of this. Like I mentioned in the first chapter, I was going to do something where Mike missed his personalities after they actually pressed the reset button.
To be honest, I'm glad Mike won the battle and the million dollars but it broke my heart when his personalities were erased after pressing the button. If they ever bring back Mike in the next season, even just for cameo appearances, I hope they bring back Manitoba Smith, Vito, Chester, and Svetlana back. May they rest in peace. );
Once again this chapter was thanks to SailorMarble14 for the idea. Thanks! :) Also she suggested a song for this piece. It's called "Ana" by Lia from the Clannad series. I listened to it and I think it's perfect for the reunion with Mike and the personalities.
Not to mention the song "Do you wanna build a snowman" from Frozen during Mals flashback.
WARNING: This chapter will be very sad. :( And it will contain a lot of flashbacks.
The next chapter will be about tough guy Vito and how he deals with a breakup. I'm going to try and not take too long on the next one.
Until next time, enjoy!
I do not own Total Drama or the characters.
NOTE: This does not have yaoi in it. Ok?
Chapter 2: Reunited
It has been at least two weeks since Total Drama ended. Everyone had gone home (or the hospital) after what happened in the finale and, surprisingly, no one had died from this experience. Or so Mike has thought.
You see when Mal had control of Mikes body, he and the other personalities went to the guard tower in his subconscious and pressed a reset button. It defeated Mal and he faded away for good, but at a terrible price.
Svetlana, Manitoba Smith, Vito, and Chester sacrificed themselves so Mike could be happy and free of the Malevolent one.
Even though Mike is glad he won the million dollars and all, nothing could take away the pain he received. To him, he had lost four of the best friends he ever had.
It was a late afternoon when he was meeting up with his girlfriend, Zoey, for lunch. Mike tried to put on a brave face, but he could feel the sorrow weighing down on his shoulders like a large boulder.
"Mike! Hey!" Zoey called out from the restaurant.
"Hey." Mike mumbled.
Zoey went up and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, but frowned when she noticed something's wrong.
"Mike, are you alright?" Zoey asked him.
"Yeah. I'm fine, just dandy." Mike shrugged.
Zoey wasn't convinced, "Come on Mike. I know you're not fine. Now tell me what's wrong?"
Mike only sighed in defeat, "You're not going to let this go are you?"
"Nope." she shook her head.
Mike sighed deeply to himself before speaking, "Well," he paused for a second, "you remember when Mal took control of my body?"
"Don't remind me." Zoey frowned, "Sorry."
"That's ok." Mike shook his head, "Anyway while I was inside my mind, me and my other personalities went to this weird tower that Mal created and at the top there was this reset button. They said if I pressed it, it would be just me again." he frowned greatly at the thought.
"What happened?" she asked softly.
"I pressed the button and even though it got rid of Mal..." he swallowed hard, "it got rid of the others too."
It didn't take long for Zoey to realize what he had meant.
"You mean Svetlana, Vito, Manitoba Smith, and Chester are all..." Zoey stopped when Mike nodded solemnly.
Mike felt the tears well up but brushed them off for he didn't want to make a fool of himself if he cried in public.
"Oh Mike." she said sympathetically, "I'm really sorry. I know how much they all meant to you."
"They did." Mike barely nodded, "I mean sure they were annoying most of the time, but my personalities really helped me when I needed. They weren't just my friends Zoey, they're like my family."
Zoey nodded as she watch her boyfriend fall apart from his loss.
"I know Mike. I wish there was something I can do to help you."
"That's ok." he shook his head, "I'll be alright. I mean...I hope I do."
A month had past since that day and Mike was still very depressed over the loss of his personalities. All his friends, his family, and Zoey tried their very best to help their beloved Mike, but nothing could snap him out of this funk. He even went to a doctor and therapist but even they couldn't find a way to help Mike or bring back the personalities, if it's even possible.
One late afternoon, Mike was laying down on his bed not wanting to do anything or talk to anyone. The whole time he kept thinking about each different moment he had spent with each one of his missed personalities.
He remembered the time when he was five years old, Chester told tell a bedtime story when he couldn't sleep.
Little Mike walked around the subconscious all afraid and wide awake. He stopped when he bumped into Chester.
"What are you doing out of bed, you little whippersnapper?" the old man asked.
"I-I c-can't sleep." Mike said in a tearful voice, "I had a bad dream."
That's when Chester went from cranky to sympathetic as he knelt down to the boys level.
"A dream huh?" he muttered, "What about?"
"I dreamt that-that," he sniffled, "you and the others are going to leave me forever and I'll never see any of you again!"
A few tears ran down his cheeks as Chester picked him up and held him close.
"Aw don't cry there, sonny." he said softly, "There's nothing to worry about."
Mike looked up at him with blurry eyes, "Really? W-Why?"
"Of course not." he said with a reassuring smile, "We'd never leave you. That'll never happen, so stop being so sad alright?"
Mike wasn't entirely convinced and looked away, making Chester frown in sadness. But then, he thought of something to cheer the boy up.
"Say, how about I tell you a story?" he said to Mike.
Mike looked up at him with curiosity, "A story? About what?"
"Just something I used to do back in my day when I was young." he said as he walked over to a chair and sets little Mike in his lap, "Let me tell you how I got rid of my own fears."
"How?"
"Well first I would try not to think about it and remind myself that it's only a dream. And dreams can't hurt you if you don't believe in them."
"Ok." said Mike softly.
"Second, I would whistle a song I know and it would make me feel better. Like this." he started to whistle "The Wheels on The Bus" very loud and clear.
Of course this is a song Mike knew very well and started whistling along.
This made Chester smile before he spoke again, "That's better. And lastly, if I ever have any bad dreams I keep telling myself, "I am brave and I am alright". You understand Mike?"
Mike nodded and started to repeat the words Chester had said, "I am brave and I am alright. I am brave and I am alright."
Chester nodded proudly, "Good."
"I am brave and I am alright. I am brave and I am al-" he stopped and gave out a big yawn.
"Sounds like you're tired, you little salami head." the old man chuckled, "I do believe it's past your bedtime."
Mike nodded tiredly, "Mm-hmm." he closed his eyes and snuggled up next to his grandfather figure, "Goodnight Chester."
"Goodnight Mike." Chester said as he fell asleep with the young child in his arms.
And the two remained that way until morning.
Mike chuckled at the memory and started whistling to the same song he remembered as a child. He felt sad again as he thought of another memory, this one was the time Svetlana was about enter a gymnastics competition when they were eight.
Sometime after Mikes eighth birthday, Svetlana wanted to enter a gymnastic competition all on her own. At first Mike wasn't sure about the idea, but he wanted to make her happy so he said she can.
It was the night before the competition and Mike went to say goodnight to Svetlana. When he went into her room, he noticed she wasn't in there.
"Svetlana?" he called out, "Where are you?"
"Over here Mike." a voice replied to him.
Mike walked to the other side of the room and saw a young Svetlana sitting in the corner and holding her knees to her chest tightly. He walked over and sat down next to her.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked gently.
Svetlana shook her head and sighed, "No Mike, in all honesty, Svetlana is not okay."
Mike then placed an arm around her shoulders, "You wanna talk about it?"
"I guess I'm just nervous about tomorrow." she shrugged, "What if I mess up und ruin my chances? What if everyone hates my performance? I'm frightened Mike. I really am." a single tear ran down her cheek as she buried her head in her arms.
The young boy looked at her with both sympathy and sadness as he embraced his little sister.
"It's alright Svetlana." Mike said softly, "You'll be fine, I know you will."
"How do you know?" Svetlana asked as she raised her head to him, "How do you know vhat will happen?"
A warm smile spread across his face, "I just do. You're full of talent and have a wonderful heart to match. I believe in you more than anything else."
"Really? You mean it?"
"Of course I do." he nodded, "I know you can do it. I bet you will win and come out on top. Me and Chester, we believe in you no matter what."
Svetlana dried her eyes and smiled back to her brother, "Thank you Mike. I feel much better knowing you are right by my side."
She hugged Mike and the two fell asleep in each others arms. The day of the competition came and even though Svetlana was nervous, she was comforted by Mikes words from the previous night.
She did every routine perfectly with excellent timing, and showed no signs of fear nor intimidation.
Then the judges have made their final decision, "And the winner is...Svetlana!"
Svetlana cheered for joy as Mike and Chester did the same in his subconscious. She never felt so happy in her entire life and was proud that her practice and skills had finally paid off.
When she went back into the subconscious, the first thing she did was give Mike a near bone-crushing hug.
"Oh, thank you Mike!" she exclaimed happily, "If not for you, I would have never won! Thank you, thank you ever so much!"
"Don't thank me sis'! You did this all your own." Mike hugged back, "I'm just so proud of you Svetlana!"
"As am I sweetheart." Chester smiled proudly as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
Svetlana hugged them both as a token of their gratitude and support knowing her family will always be proud.
Mike sat up and gazed at the medal hanging on his wall. He couldn't think of a time when he was never proud of Svetlana for having the courage to win the competition.
He rolled back over to his side and was reminded of all the times Vito had teased him, but eventually apologized to him one day.
"Ey yo! Mike, what are you getting all mad about?!" asked young Vito.
Both he and Mike were ten years old, but they were bickering like they were five. Apparently, Vito was hitting on the girls at school and none of them liked it. And he was picking on some of the other kids which got him detention for about two weeks.
"You know why Vito!" Mike yelled angrily, "Every girl at school hates my guts thanks to you!" he kept he back to Vito who was begging for Mike to stop being mad.
"Look bro, I was just trying to-"
"Don't. Say. Anything." Mike put his hand out in front of him, "I am never talking to you again."
Vito pinched his eyes in frustration. His behavior has landed him in hot water with his brother and needed to fix it.
He walked up to Mike and placed a hand on his shoulder, which the latter shoved away upon immediate contact. "Look Mike, I know I ruin your life and mess everything up" he sighed heavily before continuing, "but I only tease you because I care about you."
"Really?" Mike questioned as he turned around.
"Yeah." Vito nodded, "I mean I know we don't get along that much, but deep down I still love you like a little brother."
"You do?"
Vito nodded sadly and looked away, "I'm really sorry Mike. I understand if you hate me though."
Now Mike started to feel bad about rejecting his friend that way. He walked over and stood in front of Vito, but he wasn't mad this time.
"Look Vito. I'm still kinda mad at you for what happened at school." he said firmly causing Vito to look down in shame. He was surprised when Mike pulled him in for a hug, "But I' forgive you big brother." Mike smiled at him.
Vito smiled back and gave his brother a small hug in return, "Thanks bro." Then he pulled his arms away, "Now can we stop before anyone sees us? I don't want anyone to see me going soft."
Unbeknownst to them, Svetlana and Chester were watching at a distance but remained hidden from the boys.
Vito still acted like his usual self, but Mike had somewhat gotten used to it. After all, brothers fight all the time.
Mike got up from his bed and looked out his window where it started to sprinkle a little. This reminded him of a camping trip he went with Manitoba on a day like this.
Eleven year old Mike sat at a table in his subconscious with a bored look on his face. Young Manitoba came in and sat next to him.
"What's up mate?" he asked casually.
"I'm sooo bored!" Mike complained, "It's raining outside and there's nothing to do!"
"What about Chester, Svetlana, or Vito? You tried hanging with them?"
"Chester's sleeping, Svetlana is practicing her routines, and Vito's lifting weights." Mike responded as he laid his head on the table, "Just forget it."
Not wanting his friend to suffer from total boredom, Manitoba came up with an idea.
"Ah, don't be so down ya silly koala." he smirked, "How about we take a little camping trip a few miles from here? Just you and me."
"Really?" Mike beamed as he raised his head.
"You betcha!" the adventurer nodded, "Why don't we get everything together real quick and head out?"
"Alright!" Mike cheered.
They gathered their supplies, told the others where they're going, and headed off. It wasn't like walking in the woods for there wasn't really anything to see or do.
After a few minutes of walking, they stopped at a spot and put up their tents.
"Hey Manitoba? You think maybe we'll go on a real adventure someday?" asked Mike.
"Sure thing kookaburra." Manitoba said as he squeezed his friends shoulders, "I promise that we'll go on great adventures together. You can bet on it."
"Thanks man." Mike smiled.
After their tents were up, Manitoba made a campfire and the two brothers roasted marshmallows while having conversations about themselves and the future.
Before they went to bed, Mike turned to his friend one more time.
"Manitoba?"
"Yeah?" he turned to Mike.
"I know some of us don't get along sometimes but...you all still like me right?" Mike asked nervously, "You don't think of me as a joke do you?"
Manitoba smiled softly as he gave the boy a gentle hug.
"Now don't you worry about that mate." he whispered, "You're one of us whether you like it or not. You're like family and we'll always be here no matter what."
"You promise?"
"I promise mate." Manitoba said as he lets go, "Now what do you say we get some shuteye huh?"
"Okay. Thanks." Mike nodded, "Goodnight Manitoba."
"Goodnight Mike."
And little Mike fell asleep in his tent, happy for both the camping trip with his friend and the fact his alter friends will always be there for him no matter what.
Mike walked away from the window and walked over to his desk. He pulled out a folder which contained something he had not looked at in a long time.
It was a drawing he made when he was six years old. It had him and Mal holding hands under a crudely drawn sun and the bottom of the page had the words, "BEST FRIENDS FOREVER", written a different color.
Mike started tearing up when Mal came to mind.
Both Mike and Mal were six years old and they spent they whole day coloring in Mals room. It had been one year since Mal came and Chester appeared some time afterwards. He was sleeping in the next room while the boys were playing, but they had to be quiet so the old man wouldn't yell at them.
"I'm almost done." said Mikel, "How's your drawing coming?"
"Not that great." replied Mal, "You're a lot better than me."
"Oh come on." he rolled his eyes, "You are just as good as I am. Let me see it."
Mal held up his creation to Mike. It was the two of them together on top of a tower. It was a bit crude, the tower looked like a regular rectangle, some lines were kinda off, and the most of the colors were outside the lines, but that didn't matter to Mike.
"Wow!" he said with wide eyes, "That looks great!"
"No it's not." Mal shook his head, "I stink at drawing."
"Well," Mike said as he grabbed a crayon, "how about I help you make it better?"
"Sure."
Mike helped add some features to the towers: Some grey and purple to make it look cooler, some spikes all over, and he made the top look like the shape of Mals head with a light purple glow coming from the eyes.
"Ta-da!" Mike announced as he held the picture to Mal, "Here it is! The Tower of Mal! What do you think?"
Mal was speechless which made Mike worry a little, "You don't like it. Too much spikes? Not enough purple or grey? Did I make your head too big?"
It took Mal a minute to respond, "It. Looks. AWESOME! I love it!"
"You do?"
"Yes! Thanks Mike! You're the best!" he hugged his brother.
"You two keep it down in there! I'm trying to sleep!" Chester shouted from the other room.
"Sorry!" the two yelled back. The two started to speak softly so they won't get into trouble again.
"But seriously," Mal started to say, "you did a great job. And it made me think of something."
"Thanks but what is it?" Mike asked.
"Someday, you and I will build a tower just like this one. And we will have lots and lots of fun!"
"Really?"
"I promise." he held his hand out to Mike, "Deal?"
"Deal." Mike smiled as he shook hands with his brother.
But as time went by, things began to change between Mal and Mike. Soon Svetlana, Vito, and Manitoba Smith began to appear and spent most of their time with Mike and taking his time away from Mal. Eventually the two stopped playing together and Mal was really jealous of the new personalities.
One day he looked at his and Mikes drawing with a powerful rage growing inside him. He crumpled it up and threw it to the ground as he watched his brother hang with the others.
"One day my brother, you will fall." he glared and gritted his teeth, "One day."
And Mal began to formulate his revenge for years to come.
Mike hugged the picture close as the tears began to fall, "Oh Mal...what have I done?" he said to himself, "It's all my fault you became this way. I should've realized it sooner, but it's too late. I'm so so sorry my brother."
He carefully placed the picture back in the folder, laid back down on his bed, and wept in his pillow until he cried himself to asleep.
Mike woke up and saw he was in his subconscious which he hadn't visited in a while because of...the incident. He walked around for a while but to him without his personalities it felt empty, cold, and alone.
He stopped when he came across a broken object that looked surprisingly familiar to him. Mike knelt down, picked it up and he couldn't believe what it was: a piece of the reset button. Anger and sorrow filled his heart as the last memory of his personalities flooded his head.
Everyone placed their hands on top of each other, ready to press the button and defeat Mal once and for all. Mike, however, feels hesitant for he knew that his personalities will be gone for good.
Knowing the pain her brother is in, Svetlana turned to Mike for one last moment.
"Listen Mike, I vant you to know that no matter what happens to us we vill always love you." she said with a comforting smile.
"And you'll still get our abilities mate." Manitoba added.
"So don't think we'll be gone forever." said Vito.
"As long as we stop that evil whippersnapper I don't care what happens!" Chester shook his other fist.
Then, they pressed the button.
"Guys!" Mike started to say, "I want you all to know that I-"
But before he could tell them, every single personality vanished before his eyes as the tower was obliterated. Mike stood up, shook himself off, and looked around but all he saw where the fallen remains of Mals tower.
"Guys?" he called out, "Guys?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Nothing. No one or nothing answered Mikes call. Mike dropped to his knees knowing his close friends were gone forever.
"Goodbye guys." said in a sad voice, "I love you all and I'll miss you."
Mike took a deep breath and stood up, ready to face Mal as soon as he was forced back into the subconscious.
Mike clutched the button in his hand and threw it away with all his might. Then, he dropped back to his knees and let out a loud scream.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?! THEY DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE! I WANT THEM BACK!"
He started to pound the ground in all his anger. He was furious for letting Mal take control and nearly ruin everything, for letting his personalities hit the stupid button, for even having that stupid button around in the first place, and he was furious at himself for not doing something about it.
After a few good minutes, Mikes anger quickly turned to deep sorrow as his tears came out like waterfalls.
"What have I done?" he said as he cried, "I never got to tell them how much I loved them. I never appreciated them like I should and now they're gone forever. I'm sorry guys. I'm so so sorry."
He placed his head in his hands and sobbed so hard that the tears formed a puddle on the floor.
In a distance, four figures watched him with their own faces full of sorrow. They looked at each other for a moment and headed towards the young man.
'I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Mike muttered to himself over and over again.
They stopped right behind him but Mike never moved from his spot. Then, each of the figures placed a gentle hand on Mike and rubbed his back in a comforting manner. That's when Mike lifted his head and looked down at the puddle in front of him. For a minute he could make out four familiar faces in the reflection. Taking caution, he slowly turned around...and he couldn't believe his eyes.
Staring right at him were people he knew very well: An Australian adventurer, a Russian gymnast, a shirtless tough guy, and an old man. Mikes eyes grew wide in shock, surprise, and disbelief.
"Oh. My. God." he said in a low voice, "Y-You?" He couldn't believe it. The personalities, HIS personalities, were standing before him all alive well.
"That's right mate." nodded Manitoba, "It's us."
"We're here bro'." said Vito.
"We're alright Mike." Svetlana smiled.
"Miss us you little salami head?" grinned Chester.
Mikes jaw dropped for a minute, not saying a word. How could he? Only a month ago he thought they disappeared for good and there they were talking to him like nothing happened. It's been nearly two full minutes of silence and the personalities grew concerned for their friend.
"Hey bro', you ok?" Vito asked.
"What's wrong darling?" Svetlana asked too.
Snapping back to reality he moved towards them, "You're alive. YOU'RE ALIVE!" Mike exclaimed as he engulfed his long lost friends in a group hug. None of them hesitated to hug him right back.
After a little while of hugging, he lets go and looks at his beloved personalities.
"I-I don't believe it." he wiped the tears from his eyes, "I-I thought pressing the reset button got rid of all of you?!"
"So did we at first mate." Manitoba explained, "But all it did was push us back somewhere to the deep recesses of your mind and we've been trying to find a way back to you for a long time."
"And did you know how much walking we had to do?" Chester complained, "I've never been so tired in all my life!"
As much as he was glad to hear Chester complain again like old times, Mike still felt awful in his heart.
"It's so good to see you all again. When the tower blew up and you vanished I just...I just..." the tears formed in his eyes again.
"Ey yo! Don't cry ya big baby!" Vito teased.
"Vito shtop it!" Svetlana hissed in a scolding tone. She, the hugged Mike and gently petted his hair, "Zere zere Mike." she said softly.
"I-I know I said I wanted t-to be normal," he choked out, "but I didn't want to lose you guys either."
"Shhhh. You don't have to say anything. We understand." she said softly.
"No no listen." Mike said as he gently pushed her away, "Ever since I developed this disorder I've always complained that this was a huge burden I never wanted. I have been teased, laughed at, beaten up, and even threatened because of this." he held back a sob, "But that was before I knew how much you all truly meant to me. You guys were the first and only friends I ever had."
The personalities looked at Mike with sympathy and sadness.
"When I never got to tell any of you that, I felt awful. You guys are just as real as anyone else I know and all I did was take you all for granted and push you away like dirt." heavy tears rolled down his cheeks, "After we pressed that dumb button, I so desperately wanted to tell you guys that I loved you all like family. I loved you guys like you were my brothers, sister, and grandfather. We may not agree on everything nor do we get along most of the time, but you guys have been like the closet friends and family I ever had. I don't even deserve to have friends like you." he held his head down in regret, "Please forgive me. I know I messed up."
Each personality looked at each other and took in every word the boy had just said. Did he really feel that bad about this? Manitoba wrapped his arms around Mike and patted his back.
"Just take it easy there, ya little dingo." he said softly, "None of us are that proud of our actions either. But just because you made some silly mistakes, that doesn't mean you should blame yourself for what happened on the island. You didn't know what would happen and you certainly didn't know what would happen to us."
"But-But I-" Mike tried to say as he briefly pulled away.
"He's right bro'." Vito interrupted and puts a hand on Mikes shoulder, "You're the original so of course you should have the most control. Not that I wouldn't mind a bit of outside life every now and then, but you deserve it the most."
"I agree." Svetlana spoke up as she dried his eyes with her thumb, "And remember my dear brother, we'll always be with you no matter if we go away or not."
"Don't forget, I said we'd never leave you sonny and I'm true to my word." Chester gave a comforting smile to his surrogate grandson, "So no more being sad alright? And don't worry about Mal, I can assure you he won't be bothering us for a while."
Mikes inner wounds began to heal as his "family" smiled at him. He was comforted knowing he was loved and forgiven. Tears of relief flowed as he wrapped his arms around Manitoba and cried softly on his shoulder.
"Thank you guys." he said with a small smile, "I love you all."
"And we love you too Mike." Svetlana said as she joined in the hug with Vito and Chester followed suite.
"I wish Mal was here." Mike thought to himself, "I hope he's doing alright, wherever he is."
Speaking of which, said personality was in one of the darkest corners of Mikes subconscious with his limbs chained to the ground. He watched the whole thing through a mirror which allowed him to see things inside the subconscious and out. Inside his evil heart, Mal began to feel guilty for his actions during his time on Camp Wawanakwa and to his family.
"I can't believe I did this." Mal said sadly, "What on earth have I become? I'm so sorry Mike. I wish I can make it up to you."
He crossed his arms over his knees and buried his head in shame. Mal wants to regain the trust of Mike and the other personalities but how? And how can anyone trust him again?
As Mike continued to hug his personalities, he heard a voice coming from outside his mind.
"Mike? Mike? Are you alright?"
"Zoey?" he said as he pulled away from the hug, "Zoey, is that you?"
Another mirror appeared and it showed Zoey looking at him with concerned eyes.
"Mike? Please wake up!" she said on the outside.
"Zoey! I must've been asleep for a while and she might have come to check on me. I have to wake up and-" he stopped himself when he looked at his alters who just stared at him blankly.
Mike wanted to see his girlfriend and let her know he's alright, but he had just got friends back after being away for so long. How can he leave them now?
"I...uhhh." Mike tried to say before Manitoba put his hand out.
"Go ahead mate." he smiled at him, "Your shelia's waiting for you."
"But what about you guys?" Mike asked.
"We'll still be here Mike." Svetlana answered as she took one of Mikes hands in hers, "Now and forever." the others placed a hand as well and Mike placed his other hand on top just like before.
"I'll be back soon." Mike smiled thankfully, "I promise."
He lets go and walks towards the exit where it leads out of his mind, but not before turning to his personalities one more time.
Back in the real world, it was seven in the evening and the sun was setting. Zoey stood over her boyfriend as he struggled to wake up. When she came to his house to check on him, she quickly took notice that he hardly moved and both his pillow and his face were soaked with tears.
"Mike? Mike?" she asked in a quiet but worried tone, "Please wake up. Mike!"
The young man woke up, dried his eyes, and faced Zoey with a smile on his face.
"Oh thank goodness!" she smiled she hugged him, "How are you feeling Mike?"
"I feel fantastic!" he jumped from his bed, "You're not going to believe this Zoey but they're back!"
"Who's back?" she asked in confusion.
"My personalities! They've returned!" he answered with glee, "Svetlana, Vito, Manitoba Smith, and Chester came back! They're alright!"
"Really? That's wonderful!" a big smile appeared on Zoey but disappeared for a moment, "But what about Mal?"
"Don't worry about him." Mike shook his head, "They told me that Mal won't be bothering us anymore."
"Good." she sighed in relief and gave Mike a big kiss, "How about we go and celebrate?"
"Sure, but can it wait until tomorrow?" he yawned quietly, "I've had a pretty rough day and I promised everyone I'd come back."
"Sure." she nodded, "See you tomorrow?"
"You bet." and the two shared a long kiss before Zoey finally lets go and leaves.
Mike went back and hung out with his personalities, telling them everything that's happened since they left. When Mike had to go for his daily treatment, the doctors were baffled that his alters had returned but shook it off as a temporary leave.
Mikes family and friends were surprised too, but they were all happy that their own Mike was back to his normal, cheerful self again.
Of course Mike had spent more time with his alters and gave them more time on the outside as well, as long as they didn't mess up his social life. But all in all, Mike is very lucky for he has such wonderful friends to support him and more family to love.
To Be Continued...