A/N Took forever to post this. Sorry. Been super busy. :(

Too lazy to come up with a good challenge. I HAVE SO MUCH FREAKIN HOMEWORK! I kid you not! I have to write a five-to-six paragraph essay, three pages plus a study guide for math, and finish a paper for history. I hate it D:

And now that I'm done ranting, I'd like to point out that I'm NOT waiting for everyone to read this story and review before I update. I'll post the next chapter when it's finished, even if no one reviews. xP I'd rather be on time than wait for certain people. This may sound cruel or something, but it's just the way I'm gonna do it. And at the moment I'll probably update about a chapter every two days or so ;)

One more thing: Vic Timm, who will be in this chapter and possibly others, belongs to Anne Oying. Just thought I'd let you know ;)

After telling Sonny the disturbing news, General Trust and the guard left, leaving the king in a terrified state. Transylvania was in terrible danger. Something was wrong with Ansalong. Farley Flavors was free from prison. And he was supposed to handle the whole thing on his own. He, a seventeen year old boy, was supposed to save the planet. Alone.

"Sonny!" called a voice in the hallway. Sonny jumped up immediately, grinning happily. He ran out of the room to the hallway, where he saw his mother and ran into her arms. Janet hugged her son.

"Mom, you're back!" cried Sonny happily. Janet nodded, letting go of her son to look at him. "So what'd you learn?" he asked. "Where are Nation and Cosmo?"

"Ansalong took them. She… she kidnapped them or something." Janet said anxiously. "She took them out to dinner, and they never came back. I can't figure it out." She shook her head. However, Sonny gasped.

"Ansalong? But… but she's here! With us!"

"What?" gasped Janet, her hand over her mouth.

Sonny nodded grimly. "She's really injured. Like, really beat up. She's got, like, a concussion and a broken arm or something. We don't know how it happened."

Janet put her hands on her hips, very confused. None of this was adding up like it should be. She looked at the ground. "Well do you think there are, like, two Ansalongs or something?" she asked skeptically. Sonny thought about this for a moment before shaking his head.

"I don't think so. Riff Raff saw her go all crazy a few weeks ago. They seemed like the same people to him."

Janet sighed, even more confused than before.

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You may feel safe now, but Riffy can't keep you safe for ever. a voice hissed in Ansalong's ear. The woman, who at the moment was supposed to be sleeping due to the fact that she was still rather injured, pulled a blanket up to her ears and turned over, hoping to ignore the voice. It chuckled softly. Aw, now you're ignoring me? Well, I'm rather offended.

"Shut up." whimpered Ansalong. She shut her eyes tighter, wanting nothing more than to just get this voice to go away.

You didn't have to do this to yourself, you know. the voice continued. If you had just let me take over without a fight, you would have been fine. But no! You had to attack. Idiot – you just hurt yourself trying to get rid of me. I can't leave you. I'm apart of you, Nellie.

Ansalong shook her head, wincing. "Shut up!" she cried, a bit louder. The voice chuckled again. Ansalong swallowed, hoping that the voice was done talking now.

He doesn't really love you. Riff Raff, I mean.

"Yes he does. You don't know what you're talking about." Ansalong replied. The voice laughed, and Ansalong could practically see someone rolling their eyes as she did.

You're so pathetic! hissed the voice. I mean, seriously! Has he ever even called you by your first name? Nope! You're just "Ansalong" to him. He sees your relationship strictly professional. Heck, I bet he doesn't even see you like that! I bet he thinks you're just some annoying chick you won't leave him alone.

"You're lying!" screamed Ansalong. Suddenly, she heard someone run over, panting with fear. Ansalong felt someone shake her shoulder roughly. Ansalong sat up and saw the pink haired nurse, a look of worry on her face.

"Is something wrong? You… you were talking to yourself."

"What?" asked Ansalong with a raised eyebrow. "I… no I wasn't! There was… there was another voice. Didn't you hear her? She… she was talking about how Riff Raff doesn't-"

Ansalong never got to finish what she was going to say, for at that moment Riff Raff burst through the doors. The nurse gave him an angry look, and opened her mouth to speak, but did not get to. Riff ran over to Ansalong, kissed her full on the lips, and pulled away, smiling.

"Ansalong, you'll never guess what I've found out!" he exclaimed. Ansalong was not paying attention to him but was busy enjoying the satisfaction she felt at the moment; she felt that the kiss Riff Raff has just given her proved that he really did love her, and that the voice had just been messing with her. "Um, Ansalong, are you listening to me?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face. Blinking, the woman nodded.

"What? Oh, yeah!" She smiled and stared at him.

"I was doing some research, and I found the man who created the brainwashing machine. His name is Vic Timm. Apparently, there are multiple rather bad side effects to the machine. The book that had this information was written by the man himself, and the handwriting was rather bad. I think, though, that one of the side effects was labeled 'split'." Riff Raff paused, letting Ansalong take all of this in. "And I found where this man – Vic Timm – lives! I'm going to talk to him tomorrow morning!"

Ansalong raised her eyebrow, then turned to the clock and gasped. It was around nine thirty at night! She wondered if that voice had merely been a dream. Maybe she had fallen asleep, and just not realized it. Suddenly, she was snapped out of her thoughts by Riff, who had kissed her full on the lips once more and begun walking out of the room.

"I've got to go! Get some rest, okay?" he asked her, his voice much kinder than she had ever heard it. She nodded, smiling, and sighed, lying down. "G'night, Ansalong. I'll come see you tomorrow after I've talked to Vic Timm. Maybe he'll know more about your problem." Ansalong nodded, already very tired and barely awake.

Smiling, Riff Raff very quietly left the room. The nurse waved cheerfully as he disappeared down the hallway.

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Vic Timm sat in his basement. Or, in his mind, his laboratory. He was currently sketching the anatomy of a rat. Or at least, what he thought a rat might look like. He had never seen one before. Or maybe he had. Or… maybe he had just dreamed he had. Or maybe he had not seen one, but just had the ability to see the future. That was a possibility…

Laughing rather maniacally to himself, he finished the rat's tail. He shook his head. Something was wrong. The tail he had given it was bushy, when it should be much skinnier. Shaking his head, he erased the tail and redrew it. Once more it did not look quite right. Suddenly, another thought came to him – why exactly was he drawing a rat in the first place? He was drawing a rat, right? Or maybe it was a squirrel. That would have explained the bushy tail…

Suddenly, the door burst open and a man walked in. Vic immediately recognized the man to be General Riff Raff. He looked around, and folded his arms angrily.

"What do you want?" he snapped, sneering a bit. He suddenly turned, and, acting like nothing had happened, began drawing strangely-shaped designs on the table before him. Riff Raff rolled his eyes.

"Look, I need your help. You… you created a brainwashing device a few years ago, right?" asked the general. Vic turned suddenly, grinning. He looked completely and utterly insane.

Vic cackled, scurrying over to Riff Raff. "Why, yes! I did! I'm glad someone appreciates my work!"

Riff scoffed. "Appreciate? You put many people's lives in danger with that device! Heck, you killed a woman!" Riff Raff remembered Macy Struthers. He had not met her, but Sonny had. She had been completely insane, thanks to the device, and she had eventually just died.

Vic Timm growled angrily. "Look, I know my device wasn't perfect. As a matter of fact, it had quite a few side effects. But overall, my work was genius. No one – I repeat, no one – has ever created a machine that renders the mind completely under another's control! And I'm nothing more than a janitor for a museum! In my opinion, that's pretty darn impressive!"

Riff Raff was no longer paying attention. He had not heard a single word past "a few side effects". He took a step forward. "What side effects?" he asked. Vic Timm suddenly looked genuinely embarrassed, and he walked back to his table slowly.

"Er… well… while creating my device, I discovered that it wasn't completely safe for the user. If you use it more than just a few times, the machine starts to backfire on you. You'll eventually go mad… like me!" he cackled again, and Riff Raff took a step backwards. He suddenly continued speaking. "And of course the person being effected with have some pretty nasty side effects too. The most common one was altered emotion." Riff raised an eyebrow, so Vic continued. "So they're emotions would be uncontrollable. When they're depressed, they become even more depressed than a normal person. When they're happy, they're happiness increases times ten. If they're mad, they'll be really mad."

Riff Raff suddenly understood. Nation had been effected by this to a minor extent. When she was upset, she almost always started sobbing. Now that he knew why, Riff could not help but feel sorry for her. However, he could not continue to think, for Vic Timm had just continued talking.

"Another side effect I noticed was loss of beauty. Slowly, the victim's body would decay. Not on the inside. Only the outer appearance. Like, their skin and hair and nails. It looked the worse on females." The man rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Is… is that it, then?" asked Riff. "I mean, those are the only side effects, then?" A bit of disappointment was beginning to rise in him. What would he tell Ansalong?

Vic Timm looked at the ground, worriedly. He suddenly looked rather embarrassed. "Um… er… well, there was one other side effect, but… but it was awfully rare." Riff Raff gave him a "well, what is it?" kind of look. Vic chuckled. "Well, it split the victim's personality."

"Can you… can you go into a bit more detail?" asked Riff Raff. Vic Timm nodded.

"Certainly," he replied. "You see, it literally creates, like, a mental clone of yourself. And every dark or depressing thought you have will be, like, fed to it. It will torment you with your darkest thoughts. And, if it becomes strong enough, can take over you. It is nothing but negative energy. But it's still quite dangerous."

Riff Raff nodded. He understood now. He knew what Ansalong's problem was. "Is there a way to… er… reverse it?"

Vic cackled. "Reverse it? Oh, no! Once your personality's been split in half, there's no fixing anything!"

A/N Once again, sorry for long delay. School is really keeping me busy D:

Not much to say here. Vic Timm is Anne Oying's.

I HAD NO EDITOR, AND NO TIME TO EDIT MYSELF. I MAY REUPLOAD WITH EDITING LATER!

Please review and what not! ;)