Thanks guys for the 1000 views and all of your reviews! They are much appreciated. Now, I present to you, Chapter 6 of Total Drama High school!

*Remember, I have no experience whatsoever with real MPD or people with MPD, so, if you take offense to my way of writing this chapter out, I am sorry. Also, I am writing this according to how they pictured it in Total Drama since, this is a Total Drama FanFic.*

I do not own Total Drama or any of their characters

TDHS EP 6

*In Mike's mind*

Mal wandered around in the pink wasteland that was supposed to be Mike's mind. Miles upon miles of endless pink land lay before him, almost completely barren except for a small pink building looking structure in the distance. Seeing as there was nowhere else to go, Mal began his trek towards the unknown structure.

Mike was currently unconscious, giving Mal a surge of strength over Mike's weak possession over the body that they shared. However, Mal did not want full control just yet. He was biding his time for the right moment to strike. Tactics and strategy were most important, especially if he wanted to take full control once and for all. For around 12 years, he had been bottled up ever since Mike had seen the psychologist. And Mal intended on getting back at Mike, by, oh you know, doing a little mischief with his friends and family.

Mal was now right outside the pink building. There seemed to be nothing on the walls except for one door. Mal grabbed the handle of the door and turned it. Slowly, he pushed the door open. In a way, Mal already knew what was inside that room. As the door fully opened, Mal got the full view of the room. Inside it were the other personalities: Svetlana, Vito, Chester, and Manitoba Smith. They were currently playing a game of poker when Mal entered. As they caught sight of him, their faces turned from interested (in their game of poker) to horrified.

"M-M-M-M-" Svetlana stuttered,

"Mal! You…you were banished! Gone! We-We got rid of you!" Chester continued. Vito remained wide eyed and Manitoba Smith looked concerned.

"I appreciate your concern over my wellbeing friends but I have not come for pleasant conversations and a game of poker." Mal said smoothly.

"Then what did you come her fore then eh? What do you want?" Manitoba said before standing up from his chair. Mal noticed that Vito and Svetlana had also stood up.

"I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." Mal began.

"This body is not "rightfully yours"! Svetlana protested. Mal smiled.

"It wasn't a request." He said plainly. As if they were anticipating Mal's response, Vito and Manitoba instantly lashed out at Mal. Vito was the first one to Mal, and his fist was sent towards Mal's face. Mal, however, was not some unexperienced fool in combat, and easily dodged Vito's attack. After Vito's attack was avoided, Mal grabbed him and used him as a human shield as Manitoba came barreling in. His plan proved successful when Manitoba accidentally hit Vito and knocked the wind out of him.

Mal dropped Vito's injured body and advanced on Manitoba. Manitoba spun around and was about to retaliate when Mal's foot collided with his face, sending him face first into the wall.

"No!" Svetlana called out and ran over to Manitoba's damaged form slumped up against the wall.

"Yo, I'm ok too ya know." Vito said holding his stomach, clearly upset that he wasn't getting any attention like Manitoba was. Mal looked down at his handiwork, satisfied that it was relatively easy take down the only thing that stood between Mal and Mike. He then turned towards Chester who was hiding behind a chair.

"I trust you and Svetlana won't be a problem, yes?" As if on cue, Svetlana ran up to him and smacked him in the face. Angered by her sudden action, he pushed her down next to the other two on the floor. He then turned back to Chester, "Move aside." He said flatly. Chester hurriedly rushed out of the way and towards the others. After he was out of the way, Mal walked up to a portrait of Mike that hung on the wall overlooking the poker table. He then reached in his pocket, pulled out a lighter, and lit the flame.

"I'm in control now." He said before lighting the picture of Mike on fire, and laughing maniacally while the others looked on in fear.

*Outside of Mike's mind*

Mike was having a massive headache. His mother had generously given him some medication for it, and had stayed home to make sure he was feeling well. Mike's father had actually gone to work today, to fill out some papers and other business stuff that Mike had yet to understand.

The white cast that was on his arm earlier had been replaced, and was more irritating than ever. But, not everything was bad. Zoey had finally gotten back into contact with him, and they were currently having a long conversation over what the homework was that Mike had missed. She also told him that she met some new friends: Sierra, Cody, Noah, Harold, and Izzy. Mike had heard about them, and how Izzy was sometimes considered a psychopath. However, Zoey had said that she enjoyed their presence and had a lot of fun.

Mike responded, telling her that he was happy that she met some new friends, and that he looked forward to meeting them too (if that was all right with her at least). Then, to Mike's ultimate surprise, Zoey also mentioned how she had met Cameron in the hallway. Mike instantly started sweating and felt very nervous. 'Did she know? Was she going to make fun of him now? Was she going to stop being his friend?' Once again, these questions plagued his mind, making him almost seem paranoid. Thankfully, Zoey only said that Cameron was a nice boy, and that she was also happy to meet him.

Mike laughed to himself as he received the last text. 'If I keep getting this nervous when she talks to my friends, I'll have gray hair by 12th grade!' he thought jokingly. Thought, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about coming clean to Zoey. He really didn't like lying to her that was for sure, but could he really trust her to keep her friendship with him? How did he know that she wouldn't just laugh at him and join the countless others who hated his guts? Many a times he had seen in stories and movies that when a boy was hiding something from a girl, he usually told her about it, and they would live happily ever after. But those were movies! Not to mention those people probably had plenty of friends to spare, and Mike could not afford to lose any of his friends. Zoey, Cameron, Sammy, Shawn, Jasmine…they were all he really had left besides his family. They kept him going, gave him confidence to strive for a better future. He just couldn't gamble his chances of ruining that friendship with Zoey.

As his thoughts continued without end, Mike hadn't noticed that he was still talking to Zoey herself, and she had sent a few texts asking if he was still there. After confirming his presence, Zoey and Mike continued their conversation via text messaging for the rest of the evening.

*At dinner that Night*

Mike sat with his parents while they ate dinner (Spaghetti). Mike had barely touched his food (not just because his arm was still in its cast). Everything was practically silent between the three, except for the TV which went on in the background. Mike's father was the first to speak up,

"So Mike. How's your arm. Any better?" Mike took a glance at his arm and sighed.

"A little. It still hurts when I move it too much though." He informed them.

"Well it isn't going to get better overnight. Still it's good to know that you're getting better." Mike's father said, smiling and patting Mike on the back. Mike smiled back half-heartedly. He was too tired and weak to really start a conversation with his parents right now. They wanted to speak with him, however, so he was doomed to another conversation with them.

"Mike have you heard from Zoey? She's such a sweet girl, I'm glad you two are friends." Mike's mother said happily. Mike nodded while staring at his plate.

"Yes, we've texted." Mike's father grinned,

"Ahh, she's grown a little fond of you eh?" Mike, a little taken aback by the sudden comment, pushed his arm away.

"No, we're just friends." He stated quietly, as if he wanted to stop the conversation. Mike's father's grin turned into a frown.

"Is something wrong Mike? Did you get a bad test grade or something? You know you can always tell me." He said putting a hand on his chest and the other on Mike's shoulder. Mike shook it off.

"I'm fine." Mike replied sourly.

"Are you sure you're alright? I mean you look a little-"

"I said I'm fine!" Mike said before suddenly stabbing the table with the knife he was holding. The sudden movement scared his mother and shocked his father. Mike stared at his hand holding the knife wide-eyed. What did he just do! Mike, realizing what he had just done, quickly pushed himself from the table and leapt out of his chair, racing for the stairs. A series of thumps were heard as he raced up the stairs to his room. Mike's mother stood up from the table as well, but his father put his hand up for her to stop.

"Leave him alone right now. Something's obviously bugging him. I'll talk to him later." He said calmly before excusing himself and helping clear off the table. Mike's mother dislodged the knife from the table and stared at it worriedly. 'I hope he's alright. Maybe it's that character of his come back to haunt him? No it can't be, we got rid of him last time we visited the doctor, and everything's been fine since then.' Mike's mother pondered.

*In Mike's room*

Mike ran into his room, and leaned against his bed post. He ran his hands through his black hair and rested them on his face before slowly sliding down into a sitting position next to his bed. What just happened? He didn't mean to do that! He'd never lashed out at his parents before, in fact, he had never even yelled back at them. What could have caused him to react in such a violent way? Mike cursed himself for being so careless and smacked his hand against his head. After calming back down, Mike seemed to go into a daze.

For an hour, Mike stared into oblivion with glossy eyes, ignoring all other distractions in his room. Even the buzzing of his phone that signified that Zoey had texted him. Without even looking, Mike pulled the phone from his pocket and tossed it aside.

Moments later, Mike's father cautiously climbed up the stairs and appeared at the door of Mike's room. He peered inside, and after seeing that Mike was calm again, he walked in slowly as if approaching a mental patient.

"Hey bud. Wanna talk?" He said walking up to him. Mike gave no reply, but instead, nodded ever so slowly that most people would not have been able to catch it. Mike's father decided to sit next to his son, so that they were at an even height and could talk equally. Once he settled himself next to Mike, he too remained quiet for a while, not bothering to race to the subject at hand.

After a while of silence, Mike's father finally decided to bring up the subject. "So, that was quite the display down there huh?" Mike's face suddenly started to look worried as he finally turned his attention to his father, "Don't worry we're not mad. We're just worried that's all." Mike's father continued. "Mind telling your old Dad what happened?" he said smiling.

Mike shuffled a bit in his spot, a little uncomfortable. "I…I don't know dad. I just lost control of myself, like I've been in this bad mood all day, except for when I was talking to Zoey…I just feel like I need to vent my anger or something, like something's bottling me up. Does that make any sense?" Mike asked looking towards his dad for advice. His father chuckled,

"Of course it does son. You're just having a bad day or something. Everyone's had one of those." He explained. Mike didn't seem to convinced,

"I don't know…stabbing the table with the knife like that…seems a little extreme for a bad day…" Mike said staring at the floor now. Mike's father put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him close,

"Don't worry. I'm sure we'll figure this out together. Remember that you will always have you mother and I to talk to, okay?" he asked. Mike smiled and nodded.

"Thanks dad." He said. His father nodded and stood back up. He began walking out the door before he almost stepped on Mike's phone. He picked it up and noticed that he had some unseen text messages from Zoey. He read the number.

"Hey Mike, looks like you forgot to answer your friend Zoey here. Wouldn't want to leave her hanging now would you?" Mike's father said handing Mike the phone. Mike thanked him and watched as his father left his room. Almost as soon as his father left, Mike opened his phone and began texting with Zoey. Recently, it seemed like the only thing to calm him down.

*Downstairs in the Kitchen*

Mike's father walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen, where his wife was cleaning off the kitchen counter and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. He walked up next to her and began helping her load the dishes into the dishwasher.

"I talked to him." He said quietly, trying not to be too loud so Mike wouldn't hear.

"And?" Mike's mother replied.

"He's just venting some anger. I don't know what for, but I said we'd figure it out together. But, in the meantime, I think I've got a good idea." He said. Mike's mother looked at him curiously.

"What would that be?" She asked.

"I think we both know that Mike is very close with that friend of his, what was her name again? Oh yes, Zoey. I was thinking we could call up her parents, and ask them if she wanted to pay him a visit tomorrow. While I was talking to Mike upstairs, he even told me that he's been in this bad mood all day, except for when he was talking to Zoey. So, I figure, if we can get them together, her presence will greatly boost his morale, and he'll be just fine again. What do you think?" He said waiting for her opinion on the matter.

"I think that's a great idea. But how will we get her parent's number. It would be really impolite and weird if we called her cell." Mike's mother stated. Mike's father nodded.

"True, but I saw her home number when I saw Mike's phone upstairs. I remember the number. Here, I'll write it down here." He then grabbed a paper towel and a pen and wrote down the number. "Tomorrow, we'll call them up, explain the situation, and maybe we can have them get together." He concluded. Mike's mother smiled.

"Wonderful idea." She said.

*The next day*

Mike woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning for he couldn't stay asleep. Mike stayed in his bet for 7 hours straight, not wanting to do anything. He just wanted these next few days to fly by so he could get this stupid cast off and talk to Zoey again. He missed her so much for some reason. Texting her was great of course, but he really just wanted to see her in person. Around 1:00, Mike decided to finally get out of his bed, and go through his morning routine. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, got changed, and ate breakfast. Once he had finished his breakfast, he started walking upstairs to his room when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. He spun around and stared at the door. 'Who could it be? Probably someone from work to talk to dad.' Mike thought.

"Dad! Someone's at the door!" Mike shouted through the house to get his father's attention, wherever he was.

"I can't get to the door right now, would you answer it for me?" He replied. Mike sighed but did as he was told. He climbed back down the stairs and grabbed hold of the door handle. With a turn of the knob, he pulled the door open. Nothing could have prepared him for who he saw at the door.

"Zoey? W-What are you doing here?" Mike asked completely surprised at her presence at his door.

"Hey Mike! My parent's got a call from your parents that they thought that we should hang out or something." Zoey explained. Mike, still in shock, turned around open mouthed, to see his dad in the kitchen out of eyesight from Zoey. He smiled and winked at Mike, but also put his hand on his jaw to tell Mike to close his mouth. Mike did as his father suggested and turned back to Zoey.

"Oh cool! Um, I'm not really sure what we could do at my house. We can't do anything active cause of my arm so…"

"Why don't you go see a movie?" Mike's father chimed in as he walked past them purposely to 'get something upstairs'. Zoey clapped her hands together,

"That's a great idea! I heard that they were playing Total Warriors 2 at a theater I know? Wanna go?" Zoey asked Mike hoping that he would accept. Of course, Mike was also a huge fan of Total Warriors 2 and could not turn down an opportunity of going to see the movie with his best friend.

"Yeah of course! Where is it?" Mike asked.

"Not too far from here. We can walk if you want." Zoey suggested. Mike smiled.

"Fine with me. Is it ok if I go to the movies with Zoey dad?" Mike called upstairs for his father. Mike's father poked his head out from the door,

"Of course. You kids have fun." He said and waved. Mike smiled and was happy to finally meet Zoey again. It was obvious that his father had set him up with this, and he could not thank him enough. This surely was going to be a great day. Mike ran upstairs, high fived his dad, and grabbed his wallet, just in case. He then ran back downstairs to Zoey, and exited his house. As he stepped foot outside, he closed the door behind him, and took a deep breath. He had been cramped up in his house for far too long. It was good to get out of the house.

"So Mike. How's your arm?" Zoey asked looking at his arm in the cast.

"Oh it's fine really. Much better now." Mike said happily. The two engaged in conversation as they walked down the sidewalk to the movie theater, with Zoey leading the way. The sun shone down upon them as they arrived at the movie theater. Mike pushed the door open for Zoey, and waited on line for tickets. "I can't wait to see the movie. It really is one of my favorites!" Mike said happily. He had loved this movie since the first time he saw it, and he still couldn't wait to see it again.

"Me too! I love action movies." Zoey laughed. Mike purchased the tickets and they entered the room that featured their movie. They took their seats and watched as the previews flicked by. Some of them were funny, others not so much. Though, it was better than just sitting here waiting for people to come with nothing to do. Mike's stomach growled, and he smiled nervously,

"Hehe, I'll go get some food. You want anything?" he asked. Zoey blushed,

"You don't have to get me anything, really." Zoey said. Mike smiled,

"No really, it's on me." He urged her. Zoey smiled and told him what she would like. Mike nodded and told her he would be right back. He then walked to the food court where he could buy some food. After placing his order, he waited for a little bit before the food clerk returned with his food. He grabbed his popcorn and Zoey's snack, and returned to the room.

"Thank you Mike, I'll pay you back." Zoey promised.

"No, no, really. This one's on me." Mike replied. Zoey blushed and Mike sat back down next to her. Finally, the previews had ended, and the movie was about to start. The lights dimmed in the now almost completely full theater, and the film began to start. Mike and Zoey watched as the title 'Total Warriors 2' flashed upon the screen. The movie was about this young boy who was bullied by other kids in his childhood, and Mike could not help but relate to the character.

Suddenly, without warning, Mike felt a surge of pain shoot through his head. He clutched his head in pain but did not let out any noise. 'What's this sudden pain?' he asked himself. Just then, an image flashed through his mind,

*The image in Mike's mind*

Mike could see Duncan and Scott as little kids, playing around in the sandbox. Everything seemed to be normal, just a normal day in kindergarten. But then, everything changed.

A young boy, that looked just like Mike but with his hair down and wearing black clothes appeared at the edge of the sandbox. Both Duncan and Scott looked up at him and said something that Mike could not understand. Without warning, the boy jumped onto Scott and began beating him senselessly. Duncan, who was horrified at the assault, ran off to tell a teacher.

Soon after, a teacher appeared and pulled the boy off Scott, who was bleeding and looked too weak to walk. And, to Mike's horror, the child that had beaten him up suddenly gasped, and looked completely confused. He flipped his hair up, and received a shouting from the teacher. He looked sad, and confused…and just like Mike.

*Back to reality*

It all made sense now. Why Scott and Duncan were bullying him. Why people thought he was a freak and why most of them hated him. He had been a bully to Scott and Duncan themselves. He had nearly severely hurt Scott. No wonder he hated him! But, not only did Mike know why they hated him, he also realized there was something rotten hiding inside him. Something that could hurt Zoey. He needed to get away from Zoey! To protect her from himself. But he couldn't just ditch her! Mike decided he would go to the bathroom and decide what to do there.

Mike was about to excuse himself when Zoey suddenly grabbed his arm and lightly shook it, "Look! I love this part! When the main character stands up to the bullies and defends himself!" Zoey said excitedly. Mike couldn't help himself from blushing from Zoey's touch, and he stayed where he was. Up on the screen, the main character had finally stood up to those who were bullying him and fought back. How Mike envied his enthusiasm. Mike only wished he could fight off his personalities. Then, he would be able to make friends easier, and everyone would like him. Not to mention Scott and Duncan wouldn't hate him.

*In Mike's mind*

Mal had just finished putting the last of the other personalities to work when he suddenly collapsed. He felt weak, like he was beginning to disappear. 'What's going on?' he wondered. Then he knew. It was that girl, Zoey. Apparently, Mike got stronger every time Zoey was around, or interacted with him. She was going to mess up everything!

"If I want to take total control over this body, Zoey will have to go. And when she does, nothing will stand in my way." Mal vowed as he stood back up, looking determined. "Let the mayhem begin."

And there you have it! Chapter 6! If you ask me, this is one of the most dramatic and action packed chapters I've written so far. I really hope you like it because there are so many things in here I could've gotten wrong. But, I hope this chapter sort of explains things about Scott/Duncan and the others hate towards Mike.

I know there was a large scene with just Mike's parents, and I realize that I could've given them names, but I'm pretty sure that would've further distracted the reader from Mike and Zoey. But, that scene was needed to explain things, so…yeah.

Can't wait to make the next chapter and hear your feedback for this one! Once again, thank you for the 1000 views and all of your supportive reviews!