Hello all! As you probably noticed from the chapter name, this isn't a normal chapter, but a bonus one. Why, you might ask? Well, this story has both officially reached 100 reviews, the first for any of my stories, ever (and Pride focused fics, as far as I know) and the one year anniversary is also right around the corner.

Since Attention2Detaille was the 100th reviewer, not to mention just an awesome person/writer in general and a total Pride fan, this chapter is from his point of view. A lot of the questions in her review are actually what inspired most of this chapter, so yay.
Well, I hope you all like it.

Bonus Chapter - Sleepless Nights and Inner Thoughts

Pride sat in the strange space he had assumed long ago was the inside of his mind, or possibly more accurately, the inside of the head of his container. That foolish human

child that had mysteriously taken control of his container what seemed like an eternity ago had fallen asleep, but the sin's mind would not allow him to do whatever constituted as sleep in his current form.

That pathetic human, Selim he called himself, was so idiotic. Pride didn't even know how he could possibly exist. Selim Bradley was just a fake identity father had made for him for when he was forced to partake in interactions with the human insects they ultimately controlled. It didn't make sense, but the being inside him insisted that was who he was, and so far Pride had no real proof to prove him wrong.

Sighing, the sin tried to figure out a way to regain control of his precious container for what seemed like the millionth time. That human simply did not understand the severity of the situation he was creating, and his questions and confusion were just salt in the wound of his already damaged, pardon the pun, pride. Why was he so upset back when they the little urchin had been 'acting' back at his temporary residence? He wasn't.

The sin groaned and shut his eyes as the screams of the shadows around him flared up again. When he used to be in control, he could ignore the damned souls fueling him constantly, but it this position, they sometimes managed to make their suffering known to the 'monster', as the called him, that brought them into this position. It'd been happening increasingly the longer he was forced to stay this way, and it made the sin wonder what would happen if he continued like this for too long.

That wouldn't happen though. Father would find out that this idiotic, idealistic, utterly human child was not him and immediately fix him. He'd just gotten lucky before… Father must of just had a lot on his mind and didn't notice anything, the promised day was so close, and he'd been gone for so long, it was to be expected…

Pride didn't feel like opening his eyes anymore. He couldn't see anything on the outside since the child was asleep, and the only thing to look out on the inside was the twisting red souls swirling around, which wasn't exactly a pleasant thing. And that stupid child wondered why he was getting angrier as the days went by. He just had to keep his calm though. Father would fix this soon enough.

Sighing, the sin leaned back slightly. His body, or whatever it was he resided in now, felt so small, so weak. It wasn't a feeling he was used to, even when he was suppose to be acting as a human child. He hated it.

Of course, he hated everything about his current position. That he couldn't do anything about it. That the human actually seemed to have a plan. That he actually felt like he could do this, that he could win… That no one noticed it wasn't him… How could they not? How could Father not? He was his first born, his pride, like he'd told the human Selim countless times now. He should have noticed…

The souls started their screams again and Pride growled and covered his ears, not that it was much use. They were always more active when the human slept. Their voices echoed around him mind, much like he imagined his voice sounded to the human, cursing him.

Monster… beast… inhuman bastard… the more coherent ones would often repeat, and Pride let the insults roll off him. Or at least, he tried. It shouldn't bother him. It didn't. He was created by father, he was Pride and he was perfect, so it didn't matter what these disembodied souls, simple packs of energy now, thought of him.

The childlike sin closed his eyes tighter, and gradually the screams started to fade into the background, and he could relax again. He had to regain his container soon, it was absolutely suffocating in here.

And that human Selim. He didn't understand how important it was. Father had made him that container, and it without it he couldn't be of any use to him at all. It was the most important possession he had, and that child ran around and completely took it for granted, just like all humans.

Of course, he wasn't entirely like all humans. Cunning for a child, to say the least, since he managed to keep father and the other homunculi from noticing the truth for the moment. Only for a little bit though, and he hadn't managed to trick them, maybe the other homunculus, but not Father. No one could trick Father. He just hadn't noticed. He just wasn't paying attention. Because he was busy. No other reason.

A bit reluctantly, he started to think about that one question that the human had asked him earlier.

Why were you so upset when we were back at your house and I was pretending to be you? I was this close to slipping up and being caught, but you seem happy that I left instead.

Pride growled to himself. He was not happy that he left instead, and he hadn't been upset while they were back at his home. His current position of residence, at least not for any unusual reason. He was just… it was just… it wasn't anything… He just… how could no one, no one, realize it wasn't actually him? He was Pride, he was more important then all of them, except for Father, of course… and yet, only Mother. Mrs. Bradley, had noticed anything wrong with him at all.

The sin opened his eyes, only to close them yet again. He wanted out, but for some reason more then that, he wanted… recognition. Surely the others would realize their mistake when they saw that he was once again missing, and understand how foolish they were for possibly mistaking a human for him.

Except for Father. Father wasn't foolish, or mistaken. He was only busy, and didn't have the time to focus on him enough to see something was amiss.

Father would give him all the time in the world once he was back in control, and the promised day was finally over and done with. For now, he would just have to wait for the human child to slip up just once, and he would be captured and dispelled from his body.

He just had to wait. Wait for control over his container. Wait for the promised day to come. Wait for Father to have time for him. Really, in his current position, all he could do was wait.

Hurray! I was actually able to complete a bonus chapter. I've just been on a writing stream lately. Wrote two chapters of another fanfic of mine last night, a drabble this morning, and now this, and I have my two toughest finals first thing tomorrow… probably not my smartest move in the world, but ah well, it was fun while it lasted.

I hope you liked this, and please review.