YAAAAAYYYY (I am happy XD) I like Gold...but I have a long way to go before I master his personality. It would be helpful if my viewers offer me some advice...thanks ^_^

-Ben-

Alright, I have to admit. Maybe I was a little too harsh on Gold. I tend to have a 'need' to know what's going on every second, and if I'm not informed, I get tense. Even angry, like I did when Gold decided not to tell me what was wrong. I guess I couldn't handle the fact that it may be something personal, something that was better kept to him. He wasn't the one being self-centered there, I was. I had to honor the fact that it was his life; I didn't have the right to interfere. In fact, I should have honored that long ago before I began hacking –literally- into other people's lives.

After gathering some courage, I walked back into the room I was in before. "Gold, I…" I stopped there, realizing that Gold was on his hands and knees, sitting, staring, smiling. His expression was what caught me off guard: He was smiling a rare smile – that was nearly terrifying - and his eyes, as I noticed, had a glint of humor in them. Not to mention they weren't blood-red anymore, they were an odd, playful amber color. He looked something like a maniac…compared to the Lost Silver I knew, anyway.

"So, you're Ben? Younger than I expected…that, or very, very short." His grin widened. Did he just call me short? "I think I'm gonna call you Shorty. Hey, Shorty, what happened to your eyes?" My emotion was indescribable by this point, something between confusion, fear, disgust, and anger. He was acting like he didn't know about me…was he delirious? Had his sanity finally snapped? "I'm waiting," He said, arching an eyebrow.

"…You don't need to know," I said slowly. "Aww," He said, mocking disappointment. Suddenly, his smile returned. "You seem confused. I guess he didn't fill you in, then." 'He'? Who's 'he'? "Boy, you don't catch on very fast," He laughed. I simply scowled in response. (Though I was a bit terrified…did he just read my mind?)

"Okay, I'll just tell you," He said, the glint of humor now brighter than fire. "There are two of me. Me – the awesome one – and then Lost Silver – the pitiful one -." He said, chuckling at how confused I still was. "Lost Silver was created when I died; he was a personality that took over when I was weak due to misery. Though I was still one personality, a different him, the old him. To the one you knew, I was considered a 'pest who wanted to ruin everything'." He paused, grinned evilly at me, then continued, "Little did he know I was regaining strength, and he was losing it rapidly. It wasn't long before he lost control and I was able to take back my body…or, y' know, what's left of it."

I stared in disbelief. Yeah, this was a very deep personal problem I didn't need to get involved in, I was right about that. "So…you're…the real Gold?" I managed through said disbelief. "The one and only," He nodded. "And…Lost Silver…?" I wasn't sure if my heart was sinking in my stomach or rising in my throat, maybe both. "Don't worry, he's still here…" He chuckled darkly.

Maybe Gold was the insane one.

"He will always be a personality, don't worry. But your problem is…how will you get him back?" He asked slyly. 'How about I hit you in the stomach?' I snarled to him mentally. "That won't get you far, flame boy." He –shockingly- responded. (AN: Mind readers everywhere. XD) "How are you doing that?" I asked in surprise. "Imma ghost?" "I can't do that!" "Maybe poltergeist can't?" I gritted my teeth. He just said that I was a 'flame boy', which meant he knew of my powers, and he was making fun of me? What a cocky and stupid child!

He laughed, "It's okay to be lesser then me~!" If this guy wasn't in my close friend's body, I would have killed him for saying such, he shouldn't have done that. "Anyhow~! I guess you'll be stuck with me for a while, won't you~?" Now he was just being idiotic. "You get one day…and if Lost Silver hasn't come back, I am killing you." I expected any other response then the one I got: Another dark chuckle. "Whatever you say, Shorty." I made a sound I wasn't even sure came from me, it sounded more like a snake hissing while a wolf was growling. "Do not call me Shorty," I snarled. "As you wish…"

"…Shorty."

I gritted my teeth. This was going to be a loooonnng night.