OK, this chapter is almost 100% internal craziness. I typed this up during a 5 hour drive to Savannah. If it seems really crazy, and the ending is deranged, Good! That's what i'm going for. Also, it was about time that we say this internal self face to metaphorical face!

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It seemed limitless, a forever expanding blue and black void, littered with weird objects that seemed like mirrors. In fact, the only thing Ant could easily define was standing right in front of him. It was Patch, only it really wasn't.

What is that? And where am i? He didn't expect to be answered.

"Our inner self, duh." It stepped right next to him and swept its arm outward. "And like we said, this is the semi-physical manifestation of our internal psyche and the personification of our cognitive and subconscious desires, wants, needs and fears, and the ultimate form of your ego and id…" It grinned. "…Or personal slice of Hell for short."

How did it know…?

"What we're thinking?" Ant nodded. "We can't think inside our own mind! Anything we think is just as good as saying it."

"Well then why don't you just answer all my questions?" This was seriously confusing for Ant.

"We're not rude; we'll only answer the questions we ask ourselves." The grammar was really getting to Antoine. It wheeled around, and put a few paces in between them. When it was at a satisfactory distance, it stopped and faced him.

"You're the crazy voice in my head?" Some of the pieces where coming together for 'Twan, but he still wasn't sure.

"No, we're the crazy person who has a voice in our head, there's a difference."

"How do you know stuff I don't? Like those psychology terms?"

"We do know them, but since our mind doesn't need them, it files them away. You remember important things, like names and places. And if we don't use info very much, it's harder to access. So those Psyche lessons we took a while ago? We remember all of it." It stopped, and waited for the next question, even though it already knew what it was.

"Why do you look like Patch?"

"When we first started to hear us, we asked ourselves 'Are you Patch?', ever since then our subconscious has associated us with him, therefore, when we see us, we see him. We could change our form, but we're flattered." It adjusted its coat, and looked itself over. The inner self lowered its hand and pointed to the ground, in one sharp motion it raised its hand, and a large rectangle rose from the surface. It was apparently a mirror; the figure inspected its look, and observed Ant in the mirror. "The resemblance is uncanny."

"Hey!" Antoine took offense; he despised being compared to that monster.

"All we said was that we look like him, we never compared us as people." Ant was still fuming; any comparison went too far for his tastes.

"Good, because I'm not like him at all."

It snapped its fingers and pointed at him. "And That is the reason that we're here."

"What?"

"We're here, because we still have doubts. We won't face the truth! And I'm here to help."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's simple, of course we're not like Patch at all, we're Better." It took a few menacing steps forward.

"Yes, I know!" Ant was relieved, finally he could agree with it!

"We're better soldiers! Better fighters! Better Killers." It raised its voice. "And yet it seems we're ashamed of this."

"No! You're wrong! I am nothing like that monster!" Ant's fury rose, he refused to accept what this thing was saying. The fact that it looked like patch only compounded his anger.

"Why are we so reluctant to face the facts? What makes us think that there any difference between us and him?" It yelled at him.

"He's a monster, he doesn't care about others!"

"What, and we do?" A hint of confusion could be found in its voice.

"Yes! I care about my friends, my wife!" 'Twan was desperately clinging to whatever was left of his warped sense of reality. He couldn't bring himself to accept what his inner self was saying. "Patch doesn't care about anyone but himself."

"Really? We care about her? We don't write anymore, we don't even think of her!"

"But that's because so much has happened! I can't bring myself to tell her about what I did!"

"Why? Are we afraid that she won't love us anymore? Do we really trust her that little? If we loved her, we would openly tell her!" It took another step forward. "Admit it! We're afraid of losing her, not because we love her, but because she's the only thing holding us back!"

"What?" Ant was terrified, he did not like where this conversation was going. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was frozen, he couldn't move at all.

"I'll show us!" His inner self crouched down, and placed his hands flat on the ground. It slowly got up, and the scenery around Ant started to become, familiar. Rocky crags rose from the ground, and four cloaked figures appeared, two where lying on the ground, one was directly in front of Ant facing away, and the fourth was a few paces away, facing him. It was the four people he killed. He recognized the face of the Bird in front of him, but the two on the ground had clouded visages. His inner self walked over and bent down over one of the 'dead' figures.

"It's a shame; we don't remember the faces of these two." It stood up and went next to the bird, who was frozen as well, his expression stuck in a permanent state of fear and pleading. It chuckled. "But we definitely remember his." It walked towards him; the figure in front of Ant was small, frail, familiar. It was the young robian rabbit. "Do we remember?"

Ant's mind was blank, why was his mind doing this to him?

"It's our job. Sometime ago, our mind saw fit to create… me." It was weird to hear it speak of itself in the first person. "Apparently our subconscious was tired of waiting, it needed a motivating factor." A long pause, it then continued. "I exist to push us, to force us to reach our potential, by any means necessary. Including this…" It made its way behind Ant. It grabbed his hand, and placed it over his sabre's hilt. It forcibly raised his arm, along with sabre up into the air. Ant was still completely frozen, he couldn't resist. His sabre eventually came to rest in front of the rabbot's throat. His inner self let go of Ant, and went in front of him.

Antoine managed to speak. "Why? What will this prove?" He was pleading, he didn't want to do this, even if it wasn't real.

"Nothing, yet."

Ant remembered this scene perfectly. He was in the exact same position, blade across her throat, and the bird pleading with his eyes. This was now familiar in more ways than one, another terrible event rushed into his mind. "We wanted to let her go so bad. We didn't want to do what we did. But why didn't we just let her go?" It chuckled, and raised one hand, its index finger and thumb about a centimeter apart. "We were this close to doing it too. But we didn't."

The inner self stood in front of him, goading him on. "Look at this guy, he's so scared!" It motioned to the bird. "And the best part is…" its joking tone ended. "We know exactly how he feels." Its form changed slightly, it now looked like Ant. "Do we remember this?" Another mirror rose from the ground directly in between the two. It was not a true reflection; instead it was one of Antoine's terrible memories. It was not long ago, The Suppression squad had attacked Freedom HQ, not long into the battle, Ant stopped to talk with his wife, it proved to be an ample distraction. Patch seized his wife, while Boomer held him back. His blade hovered dangerously over his love's throat. In those few moments, he experienced fear, hatred, wrath and terror. He saw that same image in the mirror, a reflection of him instead an image of Patch holding his wife. Ant shut his eyes, and refused to open them.

"Stop it!" He didn't know what else to say. His mind was racing, it was so clear now. "This isn't Bunnie, killing her won't prove anything!"

"Yes it Will!" His inner self was adamant. "If we were willing to kill one Rabbot, why would that stop us from killing another?" It's voice steadily rose. "Do we see now? We're better than him, because we went through with it!"

"No! Sonic stopped him, he didn't have the chance!"

"He had plenty of time, he waited! Don't we see?" It stepped around the left side of the mirror. "Even if Sonic hadn't intervened, he would of continued waiting. We didn't."

"Yes, I did! I didn't want to do it! It was war!"

He looked down at the figure in front of him. "That's right, there was something else too, a motivating factor." His inner self grinned, and stepped behind Ant. It whispered, each word spaced out with pauses. "That one thing that pushed us too far, that made it possible." It pointed to something in the distance; a loud boom shook the void followed by familiar screams. It yelled at him. "They're dead Ant! How could we know that they were fine? All we knew was that they killed them!" It leaned in and screamed. "They killed them! We couldn't wait anymore, could we? That is what drove us over the edge. That is what made us do it. It unleashed us! "

Ant's arm shook, he could control his limbs now, but he couldn't bring himself to lower his blade. "What are we waiting for? Prove that you're better than Patch, better than everyone! Get rid of the one thing that's keeping you from your true potential! She is holding us back!" He wasn't referring to the Rabbot he held in his grasp, but the one in the reflection.

"I can't… not again." His eyes remained shut, until they were forced open, and his view was filled with his inner voice's face. It was more terrifying now that it looked like him. Its face was contorted in an expression of pure, unbridled rage.

"We say that we don't want to be weak anymore, and yet we let her drag us down. Patch almost got rid of her, but we have to do it ourselves. Do what Patch could not! Finish the job!" It stepped out of the way, leaving Ant to stare at the reflection. He stared intently at it for a few moments, Patch's smirk infuriated him. His own anger rose, until it matched that of his inner self. His grip on his sabre tightened. "DO IT!" It screamed at him again.

"AAAAUUGGH!" His blade moved swiftly, and he perfectly replicated his actions from that terrible night. The frail figure crumpled to the ground, but Ant didn't notice. He stared at the reflection, his fury had not subsided. Patch was still there, but Bunnie was gone, blood was all over Patch's uniform. He did it. Antoine smashed the mirror, and continued to smash any he could find. His strength was more than tripled, he was doing things he never thought possible. His blade felt like an extension of his arm, Ant felt unstoppable. There were no tears, no remorse, only understanding. It wouldn't last, but at least it was a start. He continued on, swinging wildly at everything around him, his scream continued. He stopped only when he knew there was nothing left to smash.

All the while his inner self goaded him along. "Do we see now? That anger, that power was within us all along! And now it's unleashed…" It grinned, and walked over to Ant, who was panting, and was still holding tightly onto his sabre. "Do you understand what we were trying to do? Why we were brought here?" It pulled him up by one arm. "We now have nothing to hold us back. Once this is finished, we will achieve greatness!" It ended with a warning. "This is great power for us, but we can't go pulling this shit all the time. Use it wisely."

Ant was finally in the listening mood. His mind responded to the terror by clouding itself, Ant was unable to think clearly, unable to realize what he had just done. He understood some of what was being said, but he still needed to know how to handle the current situation. "What should I do about the Prince, and the King?" He paused when he wasn't answered. "What should I do?" This time his inner self answered him quickly.

"Wake up…" A flash, his eyes opened, and he was met with yells of excitement.

"That one was close!" Elias was bouncing in his seat. And the familiar smell of Cigar smoke filled Ant's nostrils. There were tiny holes in the windshield. And the vehicle listed to one side, implying two flats on the same side. It didn't look good. There was a quiet whistling noise in the background.

"Wha-?" Ant groggily rose. And saw ahead of him puffs of smoke. He straightened up immediately and quickly scanned the clock on the dash, he had been out for a few hours. "Where are we?"

"Oh, you're finally awake!" Elias didn't turn to greet him, he was too focused on the road. " I took the long way, in order to avoid outposts. And it seems that they haven't seen the white flag, and we're taking fire! Don't worry, I've got thi-" The whistling noise grew louder, and a shell smacked into the hood of the APC, and as quickly as he was awake, Ant was back in darkness.

HOLY CRAP ON A CRAP SANDWICH WITH CRAP ON TOP THAT WAS FREAKING CRAZY!

BTW the 'Patch has Bunnie captive stuff' happened in STH #190. no really, it did, look it up.

Man, that inner voice is driven! and kind of an asshole!

I wrote this chapter in a flash, so it probably sux, oh well.

Oh man this chapter feels so wrong, and yet so right.

I hope the next chapter doesn't suck, See ya!