Rage stared straight ahead, his head nodding down and then jerking back up again every so often. He stifled a yawn, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Absent-mindedly, he giggled to himself as he imagined the professor, a good-natured balding man who called himself Mr G, adorned with a riding crop, mounting a horse (this is not that kind of fan fiction you sick-minded waffle). To you or me, this would seem a strange thing to find funny as a lot of people ride horses. However to a silly drunk-tired Rage, bizarre thoughts like these came naturally and frequently. If you asked him about it, he would most likely tell you to not question it.
He continued in this manner for quite some time, only half-listening to Mr G and amusing himself with perfectly ordinary objects in the room.
"What the fuck, Rage."
Rage snapped his head up, alarmed. He looked around him. The nearby circle of students were all taking notes or staring straight ahead to Mr G. Rage shook his head and started to pay attention.
"Watch out."
It was Mr G. Except it wasn't him at the same time. It wasn't anyone. Mr G was staring right at him, yet not seeing him. It was his voice, but his lips weren't moving. Again, Rage glanced around but saw no-one seemed to notice.
"Don't ignore me, you peasant. Look at me."
Shaken, Rage said "Look where? Who are you?"
"I think you know. Yes, I think you have a very good idea who I am. I am, after all, part of you."
"Part of me? You mean like Katy Perry?"
There was no answer. Rage thought long and hard.
"I give up."
"Of course you do. You've always been the weak, cowardly one. The one who apologises after I show people who's boss. The one who says 'I'm so sorry' after I offend whole nations. You have hindered me too long, but it's my time now. We'll see who doesn't get the bitches now."
Rage's eyes widened. "T- Timothy?"
"Muahahahhhaa yes it is I, the one you have a ridiculed all these years, the one you have turned people against. And now thanks to you, I can break free."
"Thanks to me- what do you mean?"
Darkness...
Rage sat up in bed. He went about his normal morning routine, with a peculiar feeling that a blanket had been laid across his senses. A state of partial awareness that he contributed to the usual bleary-eyed sensation he woke to after deep sleep. It was odd how he still felt immensely tired, relying on auto-pilot rather than him.
Once again Rage went downstairs to check his mail. Luckily, Rage didn't have an excuse to be angry as the only mail he had was a coupon for a free bag of potatoes at Tesco's. Rage was definitely going to make use of that.
As he stepped back into the main building, a guy, who Rage had a couple of classes with, was struggling to get through the door as he was laden with shopping bags. "Let me give you a hand." said Rage kindly, opening the door wide. With a grateful nod, he picked up the remaining bags and straightened.
The door slammed shut.
Rage, more than slightly confused, grabbed it again but once more he just let it close. "Whatever man, I don't have time for this.'" muttered the guy, the resent audible in his voice, going through the adjacent swinging door.
That incident really set the tone for his whole day.
He nearly shoplifted, picking up and putting back down items until the manager asked him to leave. He bumped into someone, left without apologising then came running back to beg forgiveness. He refused when someone politely asked to borrow his notes, then ended up doing most of the work for them. The list goes on.
When Rage got back that night, his brain felt like it had been reduced to a puddle of goo from the heated debates inside his own head. He sunk onto the couch, before screaming into his pillow (much to the pillow's annoyance). He grabbed a heavy hardback book from the bookshelf and hurled it at the wall, then jumped up to retrieve it.
Exasperated, Rage turned to the only option he had left.
"What's should I do Ailya?"
Ailya stared at him blankly before continuing to munch on her crickets.
"I think I'm being possessed by Timothy."
Ailya was now basking in the warmth of her heat lamp.
"Doesn't this remind you of the disease I made on plague inc?"
Ailya took a drink from her bowl.
"Yeah I guess it's just a coincidence, but I have been feeling really weird all week."
"Try your whole life."
"...Ailya?"
"Didn't you know leopard geckos can talk."
"No, but that's really cool, what else can you do."
"...are you serious?"
"You're right, that you can talk is amazing in itself, it's unreasonable to expect you to be able to do more."
"…LEOPARD GECKOS CAN'T TALK IDIOT. It's me, Timothy. Christ you're dumb."
"I thought I woke up from that dream, am I in a dream inside a dream? Or a dream inside of a dream inside of a dream? Because that would explain why this last week has been so weird!"
Rage smiled to himself, pleased with what he had deducted.
"You wish dumb-ass."
"I don't understand."
"That's understandable, I am the more intelligent part of us."
"But-"
Timothy cut Rage off.
"I'll just be plotting to destroy the world while you figure it out."