From now on, be on the look out of foul language though the whole story. Oh, and a lot of violence down there!

Mal's P.O.V.

I landed on the surprisingly hard ground of our brain. I shook my head, sitting on my knees. I dusted myself off and stood up. I stared at the other personalities in front of me.

"Eh yo, what did you do? Why's my head hurtin'?" Vito asked, clearly annoyed.

I noticed the pain in my head too now. "I got hit by a car, Dumbass."

Vito scowled at me. "You got us hit be a car?" Mike exclaimed, panicking, wincing when he moved his head.

"No, I got hit by a car. You all just suffered the consequences." I rolled my eyes at them.

"See now, in my day, we didn't have those fancy doo-hickey car things. The worst you got hit by was a boulder, which was actually quite common, you'd be surprised." Chester went on to mumble about some idiotic thing. We all ignored him.

"How hard did you hit your noggin?" Manitoba asked.

"It hit the road. Zoey watched." I told him, just to freak Mike out more. I wasn't going to tell them I pushed her out of the way.

Something punched me hard in the jaw. I fell on the ground, caught off guard.

"What the he-"

"I'm tired of this Mal! Let me out!" Mike stood over me.

"Eh yo, he was just trying to get a little freedom." Vito surprisingly defended me. "I'm tired of always being stuck in here too."

Mike stared at Vito in shock. Something flew and hit Vito in the face and he stumbled back. Svetlana stood in front of him. "Don't you talk to Mike that vay!" She glared at him.

"I ain't afraid to hit a girl if she hits first!" Vito slammed his fist into the side of Svetlana's face.

I grinned without thinking. The chaos I created with a sentence. I noticed Chester was nowhere in sight, but he wouldn't be a very fun fight to watch.

Vito held Svetlana against the wall, fist raised. "Let the Sheila go!" Manitoba yelled. His rope went over Vito and he pulled, but it didn't go around his shoulders, it went around his neck.

Vito made noises that sounded... amusing. I grinned when Mike screamed out, "Manitoba, let go! Let go!"

Manitoba realized what happened and quickly let go of the rope. he raced over and got the rope off of Vito's neck. Vito took this chance to slam his fist into Manitoba's stomach and Manitoba let out a wheeze.

Mike stood to the side, hands on his head, unsure of what to do. I kicked his back, taking the chance and he stumbled forward. He turned to look at me when Vito ran into him.

I looked over to see that Svetlana had kicked Manitoba in the head. Manitoba was out cold. The injury in our head had left our body unconscious, now Manitoba was unconscious even in the brain because Svetlana had kicked it.

I stood by and watched the commotion. Someone had to take over soon and they seemed so busy with their fights. Manitoba was out cold, Vito and Mike were caught up with one another and Svetlana was... running straight at me?

She jumped, extending her foot. I grabbed her ankle and slammed her on the ground. Svetlana let out a groan and she held her head, laying on the ground. I kicked her in the stomach and glared at her when she stared back up at me.

She obviously wouldn't be getting up anytime soon now. Vito and Mike were still engaged, though it was mostly Mike ducking and Vito throwing punches. Chester was peering from a doorway, but ducked back inside the room when I looked at him. Manitoba was still out cold. So, no one would be trying to get out.

I smirked and let myself take control, but it didn't work. 'Someone has to win control.' It was like something whispered it into my ear. I had to fight them? They were fighting for control. Vito wanted out, I wanted out, so did Mike. Chester was too scared and Manitoba and Svetlana were done.

I could put them out, couldn't I? Mike hesitated before ducking this time and Vito got him in the face. Mike's whole attitude changed and he swiped his leg under Vito's. Vito fell and Mike stood over him, his hands curled into fists.

"Eh yo, I was just joking! Heh, OK! I give up!" Vito yelled, hands over his face. Mike stared at him, like he wanted Vito to show a white flag before he'd believe him. I ran up to Mike and my foot hit his head.

Mike only stumbled though, his hand went straight to his head, but he didn't go out like Manitoba.

"You know Mike, that Little Red's a pretty good kisser." I taunted him. Mike's face flared up. He took a step forward, but stopped himself. "You know I think I've changed her enough! I mean she even stood by, not even flinching, to see your body get hit by a car."

"Shut up!" Mike screamed at me. I saw Vito scramble away in the corner of my eye.

"She even called me out as soon as she saw you." I smirked at him. I stood straight, my arms crossed.

Mike ran at me, not showing whether he was going to throw a punch or kick me. He skidded to a stop in front of me. Mike dropped to his knees in front of me which surprised me and I had to take a step back.

"Is it true? Did you really change her?" Mike asked, looking at the ground.

I grinned. "Yes, Mike."

Mike shot up his fist hitting my stomach and his head hitting my face. I stumbled back and felt my nose, blood was on my fingertips. Mike was running at me again. I extended my arm, of course he swerved out of the way. So, I kicked him in the gut. He fell over, and I slammed my fist in his face. Mike didn't move after that. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was staring up at a white ceiling. I smiled to myself, I had won.

"Michael Anthony?" I heard someone call out his name.

I sat up and my hair fell into its place. I looked to see a nurse standing beside my bed.

"Be careful, you have a concussion." She warned me.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the bed. I picked at the thin cloth I was wearing. "What is this crap?" I asked her, sending a pointed look.

"A hospital gown, you got hit by a car." She explained to me, like I didn't know.

"I know, but why am I in this?"

"We couldn't leave you in the clothes you were wearing, your shirt had blood on it. Oh! Your nose started bleeding!" She turned around to grab a tissue. I touched below my nose and found that it was bleeding. The fight had affected me outside as well.

The nurse handed me the tissues and I snatched them out of her hand. I wiped my nose and she mumbled something about calling my parents. Parent. I wanted to correct her, but she was already gone. I sat back down on the bed and grabbed another tissue to hold up to my nose.

A man walked in with a clipboard. A doctor obviously, but he really wasn't dressed in the right attire. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Hello, Michael. Are you-"

"Mal." I interrupted.

"I-I'm sorry?" He looked up from his notes.

"My name is Mal. Mike's not here right now." I glared at him, standing back up and crossing my arms.

"Oh, you must be one of his personalities. That girl, Zoey, I'm not sure if you know her, but she told me about the different personalities." He laughed to himself.

I stood right in front of him. "First of all, don't treat me like a thing. I am a being in the same body as five others. Yes, I know Zoey. 'Michael' has been dating her for a year now. It's impossible to not know her. Just get me some Effing clothes."

The doctor looked up at me, unafraid. "Mik-Mal, you'll have to sit down. You could make your head injury worse. And your nose started bleeding again." He glanced at the bloody tissue on the table beside the bed.

I grunted and wiped my nose on my arm.

The doctor sighed. "I'm sorry Mal, but we have to keep you here until we know you'll be fine back home. We can get you some clothes though." He walked out of the room, leaving me in there. I sat down on the bed again. After what I think was 15 minutes, my mom- Mike's mom came running in and hugged me. I sat there on the bed, arms crossed.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're alright!" She held my face in her hands. "Oh, Mal! How are you? How are the others?"

I glared at her. "I'm fine. I'd like to get out of these damn clothes. I took care of the others." I smiled to myself.

Mom- Mike's mom held her lips tight, looking down at me. "Malevolent, you didn't do anything too bad did you?"

I glared at her again. "It's Mal. And I'll do what I want." She stared at me. "They're not dead. Sheesh." I looked away from her.

Haha, I love Mike's Mom! It's like she thinks of them all as separate kids. Even though Mal tries not think of her as his mom and tries to disconnect himself from Mike, he knows she raised him with others and he can't help but think of her as his.

In Total Drama, they cursed in the first season, like at least once every episode. Now, there must have been people complaining because people like Mal, should have cursed, it fits with his personality. So, he's going to curse.

Question of the day: What do you think of the personalities Mom and how she acts towards Mal even though she knows he's evil?

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