Mike's P.O.V.
I felt myself gasp and saw I was standing in the middle of the kitchen. I automatically looked up at the clock. 10:47?!
I ran upstairs to my room. I stopped dead in the doorway, Zoey was kneeling on the ground in the middle of the room. "Zoey?"
Zoey turned around to me and smiled. She got up and hugged me around my neck. "Mike! Wait, it is Mike right?" She held my shoulders looking into my eyes.
"Yeah. Yeah, it's me!" I grinned. "Zoey, I've been wanting to talk to you so much. I'm sorry! I am. I shouldn't have assumed. I- I'm sorry."
Zoey smiled at me. "It's OK. I'm sorry too." Zoey kissed me. I thought I saw her smile falter a little bit, but I must have been imagining things. At that time I didn't care though. I was happy she forgave me.
"Dang it! We're going to be late for school!" Mike suddenly realized, even though we already were late for school.
"I can't really go. I don't have any clothes to wear. And my Dad's going to be home all day." Zoey shrugged.
"What?" I raise an eyebrow. I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn't even know why she was here in the first place.
"Oh right. In the middle of the night I came to visit you because I wanted to talk to you. Well, Mal was the one who answered when I knocked on the window. I past out when, um, I tripped inside. So, now I can't go home until later after school. I'll also have to lie to my parents to prevent from you getting in trouble. I still don't know what I'm going to do about my clothes when I get home though." Zoey sighed and looked at the ground, at her white sneakers and my bare feet.
"Hey, where are your sandals?" I asked her.
"Oh, I figured it would be better to wear sneakers if I was going to be running around in the dark." Zoey smiled, rubbing her arm.
That feeling in my chest came back and I gasped. I opened my eyes to find myself back in the brain, well, I guess on the brain, but still.
"No! Not again!" I cried out loud.
"Eh, I was wondering when you were going to come back." Chester peered down at me, I was sitting on the ground.
"Chester, I'm sorry, but I really don't need your input right now. I can't let Mal keep taking control." I told him while standing up and brushing myself off.
"He was talking to Manitoba before. Mal looked off his crackers to me. But when doesn't he?" Chester started laughing. "I crack myself up like a nutcracker."
I raised an eyebrow at him, but shook my head. "Thanks Chester, I'll go talk to him."
"What? What did I do?" Chester turned around to look at me while I walked away.
"Hey, Manitoba! Where are you?" I called out, my hands cupped around my mouth to make my voice louder, somehow.
"Over here, Mate." He called, right behind the little place I call "The Brain Building." It has a small main room and enough rooms for all my personalities to have their own.
I walked around the sticky building to see him playing around with a rope, Svetlana dodging it with ease.
"Come on, don't make it too hard for me." He sighed.
"Manitoba, Chester told me Mal came to talk you." I told him, ducking from the rope in the middle of the sentence.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, the shrimp wanted to know about social skills." Manitoba nodded, starting to roll up the rope.
"Social skill- with who?" I asked. Mal hated most people in general, why would he ever care about talking to people?
"The ladies." Manitoba started walking away and I had to jog to keep up with him.
"You mean flirting? Why would he want to know that?" I asked him.
"Beats me, mate. But, like I said before, you do know how to pick 'em." Manitoba walked inside the little brain house and just stood outside.
Manitoba thought Mal was going to flirt with Zoey. He tried to trick me earlier, but I thought that would be a one time thing. Next time I got out, I would have to warn Zoey.
Zoey's P.O.V.
Mal went back downstairs when he came back. I sighed and sat down at Mike's laptop. A website was already pulled up on the screen. Flirting? Since when has Mike needed to flirt? Or did Mal look it up? Was Mal trying to flirt with me earlier?!
I shook me head and typed in the website for the Total Drama Wiki. (Credit going to the actual Total Drama Wiki). It was fun to read about the other contestants sometimes and I really wanted to see what it said about Mal. His little biography said that he had shown great intelligence and strength. That's not scary for an evil mastermind. I sighed and read through his appearances. I noticed he seemed to pick on Cameron a lot. I learned that Mal knew Spanish though. That didn't really help me much.
"Find me interesting?" Mal said from behind me.
I shrieked and Mal laughed. I glared at him. "I wasn't reading about just you. I was reading about Mike's other personalities too." I glanced at the screen. "Hey, if Manitoba's married then isn't Mike married too?"
"Oh, that. Manitoba believes he has a wife, but it's just a little side effect of the disease called, 'Being a personality.'" Mal cackled.
I nodded in reply anyway, ignoring his awful taste in jokes. I scrolled down looking at the trivia. "How come your name is Mal? It gives plenty of different reasons why it could be on here, but what's the real reason?"
"The second one. I'm the Malevolent One. My name's really more of a nickname. Quit asking me questions. You don't need to know this stuff." Mal narrowed his eyes at me. I ignored him.
"Hey, they don't know you're back yet. It's been, what? A year right? Since Total Drama All Stars finished." I was looking at the last trivia sentence. It said Mal and the others were permanently absorbed into Mike.
"Either that or they're too lazy to fix it." Mal shrugged, unbothered by it. "The less people who know about me, the better. It's an advantage for me."
I snorted. "Advantage for what? You don't do anything anymore."
Mal just smiled. "Yes, I don't do anything anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't still have fun."
"How exactly would you have fun if you can't break any rules." I asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"That's nothing you need to know about." He said sharply and grabbed some clothes out of his closet. "I'm going to get changed." He left the room and I heard the bathroom door close a few moments later.
I turned back to the computer, trying to learn what I could, but there wasn't much I didn't already know. Mal returned a little bit later.
"You know I've noticed that you're not yourself around me. You're not all nicey-nice. When you make me want to puke. You still make me want to puke, but not as much. You say what you want to say." Mal said after a moment of silence.
I thought about this for a second. He was right. I didn't try to act nice about things around him. "It's because I hate you, Mal. I want you to know that. You betrayed me and Mike, that's something I don't think I'll be able to forgive you for."
"I have a feeling it's not just me you would criticize though." Mal told me.
I remembered something I wanted to ask him. "Hey, what was with pulling me into the janitor's closet yesterday?" I said to get away from the subject.
"I saw Lindsay go up to you after that." Mal told me, ignoring the question.
I sighed remembering that. "Sometimes I wish she would just use common sense, or whatever her tiny brain has. My name is not Zanna!" Lindsay always called me that, no matter how much I correct her. "And it annoys me to no end when she tries to correct the teacher when they're taking attendance saying what their 'real' names are. She got it wrong, not the teacher with the names typed up on the screen in front of them."
Mal started laughing out loud when I finished my rant. I got worried at first, I honestly thought he was having a mental breakdown. He held me by the shoulders suddenly. "I was right! You hate something about everyone. You know not everyone's not perfect. How hard is it to be nice?" He started laughing again. "Really, how hard is it around people who bug you to no end?"
I stared at him. I just complained about Lindsay, I never complain about anyone or to anyone at least. "I." I stopped thinking about it. It was hard sometimes. When people annoy me enough, I'm ready to burst and yell at them. It was hard to contain myself and keep a smile on my face.
"I'm glad I never have to nice." Mal said. Did I just say all that out loud? "I'd burst in a second, twist their arm if they try to threaten me." He grinned, probably remembering when Alejandro tried to blackmail him or threaten him or whatever it was.
"It's good to be nice. It's proper." I noticed Mal's hands had slid down to my elbows. "Your meanness is one of the main reasons I hate you."
"Mmm." He smiled, looking off into space.
Mal's P.O.V.
I knew she couldn't be that nice. She couldn't think everyone was great or good. At least everyone beside me, since she openly states that she hates me.
Well, it's a good thing I hate her too. I snapped back to reality seeing I was dangerously close to holding her wrists. I pushed Zoey away from me. I resisted the urge to gag at the thought of holding hands with the putrid nice girl.
How could I get her to not hate me without having to be nice? An idea sprang to mind: I could make her mean.
Any good? The idea's been in my head for a couple of days without my realizing what the idea was. I won't be able to post for about a week and maybe a little more. I might get lucky and be able to post tomorrow, but I don't really think I'll be able to. Review, give me ideas, tell me what's good and what's bad. It's hard to keep up with the character's personalities so far in the story. Mal's not as Mal anymore. I'll have to watch a couple of episodes while I'm away, so I can restore his character. Thanks for your support everyone! Happy Holidays!