Lucy sat, crisscross, starring at the physical embodiment of the voice inside her head. His dark hair slanted across his face, cutting off half of his right eyebrow. He looked like any other, normal man.
"So," Lucy started, "what do I call you? I can't keep calling you voice from my head."
"You can call me Amon, if you want. But, Lucy, I am apart of you," Lucy rolled her eyes at the repetition.
"Yeah, I get it. Why are you suddenly outside my head, and how can I get you back in it?"
"I don't know. But people like me only deal with people like you?"
Lucy shook her head, "people like me?"
"Crazed maniac."
"Hey, I like to think of myself more as an…adorable menace." Lucy gasped, "do my parents have one of you too? They're crazed maniacs!"
Amon leaned back on his palms and shrugged, "probably. I don't know everything; I just work here."
"So, what is your purpose? Do you serve me? Can you get me some water?"
"Not a slave, Lucy. I am apart-"
"Apart of me, yeah, I get it. But, the thing is, I DON'T get it."
Amon sat up, he put his palms facing the sky and a tiny translucent Lucy popped up. "Alright, this is you. Actually, this is Bethany."
"Ew."
"I know. She was dropped into acid," the translucent Bethany fell off Amon's hands and dissipated into the grass in-between them, "a very specific acid, with the chemical Mentatolsinin. It causes the brain to separate the lobes a micro centimeter farther apart than other humans. This extra space causes the brain to swell, if the space was a tiny bit larger you would die, but it was just enough to make you…you." A different version of Lucy popped up on Amon's hand. "It's what made Harleen Quinzel to Harley Quinn, and Bethany into Lucy. Along with the need to destroy everything comes the voices, and eventually the physical form of the part of you that changed. So, Bethany plus me equals you. If you get rid of me then Lucy dies, and only Bethany will remain. Understand?" Lucy nods, she definitely didn't want to be Bethany.
"So, you're going to fallow me around everywhere?"
"yes, but you won't see me. But I'll always see you."
"Even in the shower?"
"Yep."
Lucy groaned, "great."