Disclaimer: I am not a professional on DID, I do not have the disorder myself, and if you are a system and your experience does not align with Four's, that's okay! Everyone's experience differs, and you are valid. In fact, you are much more valid than a DID system written by a person without DID, so don't feel like the way Four is represented is the "only" or "right" way for one to experience DID (or OSDD!) That goes for all my fellow singlets as well. Don't generalize real-life systems with Four's. Grain of salt, remember, grain of salt.
A/N: I am no longer satisfied with the early chapters of this story. Therefore, I will eventually be going back to revise them so they more accurately represent a DID/OSDD system. For now it remains as is, but once it is updated, I will mark it as such with the date it was revised.
~Hylia
Chapter 1
"Okay, no one panic," Green ordered.
Of course, that only made everyone panic more.
"I'm blind and deaf! What do you want me to do?!" Blue demanded.
"Shhh! Not so loud," Red insisted. "Everyone else is going to get suspicious."
"Keep the eyes closed for goddesses' sake," Vio said. "We can pretend we're still unconscious from the switch."
"Yes! Good idea, Vio," Green commended him. "Now, let's calm down and figure this out. I can only feel. What about everyone else?"
"When the eyes are open, I can see. That's it, though," Vio reported.
"I can only hear," Red whimpered.
"That means Blue has control of the body," Green surmised.
"Hardly. I can't see or hear," Blue mumbled.
"He says he can't see or hear," Red announced.
"Can he hear us, at least?" Green asked.
"Yes."
"Yes!" Red repeated.
"Let's just lay here for a while then. It seems that we're all co-conscious at once. We should settle in a bit." They were all inclined to believe Vio. After all, co-consciousness wasn't anything new to them. Granted, it had never occurred with all four of them at once before and never to this extreme but one of them had to gain full control eventually.
Five minutes later found them no better off than they were and a new complication had arisen.
"The others are getting worried. We're the only one that hasn't gotten up yet," Red said.
"Someone is shaking us," Green reported. "We're going to have to move."
Red was quick to protest. If he was in control of the body, he'd certainly be crying. "But we can't! Blue can't see or hear and-
"I'll be his eyes. You be his ears," Vio interjected. "Green's right. We'll only attract unwanted attention if we act like something's wrong."
"But something is wrong!" Red wailed.
"It'll be okay, Red," Green reassured him. "We're all doing this together. It'll be like before, except we'll have to be even more coordinated. Just tell us whatever you hear. Vio, report whatever you see. Blue, do exactly as we say. We'll get through this."
Green's little speech invigorated them all, and Blue blinked open the body's eyes. Vio instantly took in the figures crouched around them. It was difficult to determine exactly who was who since he couldn't move the eyes themselves. He did note Warrior, Sky, and Hyrule as being the closest and let the other three know.
"They're asking if we're okay," Red sniffled.
"Yes. Say yes, Blue," Green ordered.
Blue complied, though he had no idea how loudly or quietly he said it.
"Can we stand?"
"Hyrule is to our far right, holding out a hand to help us up. Wave it off and carefully stand up by yourself," Vio instructed.
Green felt Blue's nod and the small breeze as the body's hand swiped through the air and then dropped. They shifted, gathering their feet underneath them, and stood. So far, so good.
"Everyone is trying to figure out where we are now," Red reported.
"Look around," Vio ordered.
Green felt their face scrunch into a scowl.
"He means turn around," Green amended.
"Slowly!" Vio added.
"And wipe that expression off your face."
"Nag nag nag," Blue muttered, causing Red to shush him in a panic.
As Blue guided the body, Vio absorbed all he could from their surroundings and relayed it to the rest of them. They were in a wooded area, perhaps a forest. There wasn't anything he recognized from their Hyrule, which was good. Leading everyone through their Hyrule in their current condition would be a challenge.
"Legend thinks it's his Hyrule," Red said.
Then came a new challenge. Walking.
If they had been as disorganized as they'd been in the beginning when Link had first split into four it would have been impossible. Now, though, it was manageable, if a tad graceless. Green felt Blue's steps falter every now and again, his eyes shifting every which way so Vio could look for any possible hazards in their path like other heroes, trees, or rocks and warn him. It'd be embarrassing to trip or run into something. Red kept them up to date on the conversations going on around them so that they wouldn't be completely lost if someone turned to address them. Fortunately, they were typically quiet so no one viewed their "silence" as strange.
As the stroll wore on, their confidence grew. They could do this as long as-
"Ambush!" Red's scream stopped Blue in his tracks and instinct yanked their sword from its sheath. But he didn't swing. He didn't know where the enemies were.
Green felt the eyes moving, and Vio was quick to jump in with a report. "Moblins: three…six, no seven. One's coming straight at us. Backflip Blue!"
A weightless moment as Blue tossed their body back and then they were on their feet again.
"Roll to the left, then horizontal slice up and to-"
"Talk faster!" Blue snapped, tucking into a roll.
"He says to talk faster," Red announced.
"Well, my instructions need to be precise or else-"
Instincts flaring, Green shouted, "Left!"
Blue darted left, and Green felt a whoosh as something just barely missed their right side. Then, they slammed into something. Something big.
"STOP!" Vio screamed, halting their sword from digging into Time's side.
"Time wants to know what we're doing," Red said, his anxiety rolling over them all.
"Sorry," Blue muttered, whirling around so he was back-to-back with Time. Hopefully.
"There's a Moblin to the far right, trying to attack Sky who's already occupied fighting another," Vio reported. "Run over there and get its attention. We'll try to fight away from everyone else." Blue was already moving before Vio told him to.
"Maybe we shouldn't try to fight," Red spoke up. "This is way harder than walking."
"Monsters have been strange lately. We have to pull our weight," Green returned.
"But the others would understand, won't they?" Red insisted. "They won't hate us, right?"
"They don't even know there is an us!" Vio shot back in between his too-long instructions to Blue.
"Maybe… we should tell them."
"No!" No one else could hear Blue but Red so he was the only one that heard his brother's vehement disapproval, though Green could feel it the way their lips contorted to spit out the words. "They'll think we're insane."
"They won't think we're crazy!" Red shot back.
"Stop arguing!" Green shouted. "Concentrate on the battle." He could feel every near miss, and it was rattling his nerves. Blue hadn't been able to land many hits, and Green could feel Blue's confidence wavering in every step and sword swing the more they screamed at each other.
His interjection got them back into a brooding rhythm that kept them alive. The Moblin, according to Vio, didn't bleed black, but that was hardly a comfort. Even normal Moblins were formidable.
"Backflip!" Vio ordered.
Green felt it as Blue guided their body into the familiar maneuver. He felt it as they landed, as jagged metal ripped the side of their head open and pain flared up, white hot, as their back hit the ground, as their fingers flew open, releasing their sword, and their mouth opened in what he could only assume was a scream because he wanted to scream.
And he did, only it wasn't verbal.
"What happened, what happened?" Red asked, his tone frantic. His panic only increased when their companion's screams of "Four!" met his ears.
"We got hit. The Moblin feinted. I…it looked like it was going to swing horizontally but-" Vio's words deserted him as guilt took over. He'd misjudged and they'd all paid for it.
Green would have said it was fine. But it wasn't. It hurt! He could feel the blood running down their face, into their left eye. They couldn't fight like this. Everything was mixed up. It hurt his head and not just because of the injury. Oh goddesses, their head had a heartbeat.
"Don't touch it, Blue!" Green hissed through gritted teeth that didn't belong to him.
Green almost expected them all to spill out of the wound, him, Red, Vio, and Blue. What would that feel like? Did he want to know?
"Stay still, Blue. Warrior is saying to stay still," Red said, his voice wavering with tears he couldn't cry.
There was no response from Blue aside from a pained groan. Green shared the sentiment.
"Sorry, guys," Vio apologized.
"It's not your fault," Red reassured him, though they all knew it kind of was. Just a little.
"…Blue, can you open your eyes?" Red asked.
Vio still couldn't see so he took that as a no.
Hands were all over them. Cradling their head. Ghosting over their forehead. Voices were everywhere but they were faint and fading one second, then flaring and too loud the next. It was too much. One wanted to scream in pain, one in frustration, one wanted to hide away with his guilt, and one wanted to cry. None of them got what they wanted.
Green's next memory was of waking with a pounding in his head and pain behind his eyes. He was laying on something soft, which was really the only plus side. The muffled conversation going on around him only amplified the throbbing in his head. Wait. The muffled conversation. He could hear.
He snapped his eyes open. A wooden ceiling, and figures in his peripherals. He could see!
Experimentally, Green flexed his fingers beneath the covers on top of him. They responded.
He shot up into a sitting position, marveling at how his body obeyed him. His body. It ached but it was his to move and hear and see and talk with! It brought a tiny smile to his face that was quickly chased away by the dizziness and barrage of pain that pummeled him without warning.
"Whoa! You shouldn't be up yet," 'Rule exclaimed, suddenly by his side and guiding him to lay back down. His head hit a fluffy pillow. Pillow?
He groaned, putting a hand to his head and meeting bandages. He squinted at 'Rule. "Where…?"
"My house." His eyes –his eyes!- flicked to Legend.
"Four!" It was all the warning he received before Wind jumped onto the bed he was laying on and wrapped him up in a hug.
"Careful, Wind! He's still hurt," Warrior reprimanded him.
Wind pulled away immediately and searched Green's face for pain. "Sorry. I was just worried and you were out for so long I thought…"
Green put on the best reassuring smile he could, tears rushing to his eyes but not falling. Red was close. "It's okay. I'm fine." We're fine. Fine was subjective, but considering none of them had been in complete control until now, they were definitely better off than they were. Funny, that it took a hit to the head to get one of them to front fully.
"You definitely have a concussion," Legend announced in a blasé manner. Green winced at that. Concussions meant lots of rest and darkness. Which meant no travel. Crap. They were going to slow everyone down. "Luckily, for you, I don't charge rent."
Green offered Legend a half-smile for his joke.
"How are you feeling?" 'Rule asked.
Horrible. Wonderful. "My head's killing me."
"To be expected," Warrior nodded sagely. "You took quite the hit. Did you not see that Moblin swinging that spear at you?"
Not personally, no. Green just shrugged. He figured it was safer than any other answer.
"Here," 'Rule pressed a bottle full of red potion into his hand. "That should help a bit."
And it did. Just a bit.
"Think you can eat?" Wild wondered, holding up a bowl he'd just ladled some food into from a pot over a crackling fire in the fireplace. The light of the fire glared painfully into his retinas, and Green instinctively turned his face away.
Still, eating wasn't a bad idea. "Sure."
Dinner really wasn't really a bad idea. It revitalized him and made him temporarily forget about the ache in his head. But it also invited time for conversation. Fortunately, Green had sufficient practice at schooling his expression.
Red was the first to speak. "We should tell them."
"No way!" It was no surprise to Green that Blue was against it.
"Why not?"
"We have no way to prove it," Blue retorted. "They're just going to think "Four" isn't right in the head if we claim, 'oh, by the way, there's three more people in here! They take over sometimes but it's nothing to worry about.'"
Blue had a point. If they could split, it would be considerably easier to convince the others that they were four separate people in one body. But they couldn't. They had replaced the Four Sword in its pedestal. The sword they carried now was but a sentimental replica. It wasn't magic. He should know. He'd crafted it himself. With help from the other three, of course.
"They won't," Red argued, but it had no fire behind it.
"They will! And then they'll act like we're broken and nothing will ever be the same. The answer is no. Come on, back me up here, Vio."
"Red's right. We should be honest with them."
"Are you an idiot?!" Blue demanded, his tone suggesting he didn't need an answer.
"Look at it logically for a moment," Vio said, knowing fully well such thinking was beyond Blue. "If something like what happened today happens again in the future, we'll only be a liability."
"We'll be a liability either way! Even if they know-"
"If they know, they can protect us!" Vio shot back. Green's head was pounding with a vengeance again, and it wasn't because of the injury. "I understand your concern. I share it. Even so, we can't keep lying to them. You can't doubt that it puts a lot of strain on us to keep up this façade of being one person. When you're in control, don't you want to act like yourself instead of having to hold back all the time?"
"What I want, is to be normal."
A hush fell over his head. That's all any of them wanted. To live their own lives. Except, they were all stuck sharing one body.
"This would be the closest we could get," Vio stated finally.
Blue knew Vio was right, which was exactly why he snapped, "Shut up!" so forcefully that Green flinched.
"We should vote. For or against," Red proposed. "That's fair, right?"
"I'm for telling them," Vio announced.
"Against," Blue seethed.
"For," Red said. "Green?"
He didn't know. What was the best option? Vio had a point, but so did Blue. And what if they did tell? How could he say it in a way that wouldn't make everyone else immediately assume he was bonkers?
"-ur? Four!" A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present and he snapped his head up and around, his gaze coming to rest on Sky.
Concern lined the Skyloftian's face. "Are you okay? You spaced out."
"I…" Green dropped his eyes down to his half eaten bowl of pumpkin stew, suddenly feeling sick. "Yeah. I'm good."
He must not have looked it because Time spoke up next. "I think you should turn in for the night."
"You can sleep in my bed. Come on." Legend took the bowl from him and set it aside, moving to help him up.
Green shook his head, though, ignoring how it made the room spin. "I need to tell you all something." Blue was already screaming obscenities in his head.
"You can tell us in the morning," Legend said, heaving Green to his feet and guiding him over to the bed.
"No. Now. I need to tell you now." There was no guarantee he'd be in control in the morning. And even if he was, he was sure he'd lose his courage.
"What's wrong?" Twilight demanded, his overprotectiveness flaring. It would have been funny if it wasn't so misplaced. Would the ranch-hand still be protective of him—of them—when he knew the truth? That they'd lied to his face—to everyone's faces—all this time?
"Earlier…when we switched worlds-" Green clamped his mouth shut. No, that wasn't the way to explain it. But it was so difficult to think of words with Blue screaming. Habit drew his hand to his head.
"You should lay down," Time said. "Relax. We can talk tomorrow, like Legend said."
"No, it's not that," Green insisted. Shut up, Blue! Unfortunately, thoughts didn't penetrate to the three in his head like spoken words did.
"You're giving him a headache, Blue. Knock it off." Vio ordered.
"Good, then he won't tell."
"If he doesn't, I will next time I'm out," Vio retorted.
"You can't make that decision!"
"I can. We took a vote. It's three to one."
Blue swore.
Vio ignored him. "Green, tell them about the Four Sword. How it split us and then put us back together. Then you can explain about what happened today."
Right. Of course. That made sense. Green raised his head, dropping his hand to his lap. Everyone's worried faces put him on edge so he tried his best not to look at them directly. "On my adventures, I used a magic sword called the Four Sword. It…split me into four people based off of distinct personality traits. That's all they were at first. But then they turned into people, and when we put the sword back at the end…all four of us were crammed back into one body. But there were four distinct minds at that point so..." He splayed his hands helplessly.
"Wait, back up." Legend held up a hand. "What are you trying to say? There's more than one of you running around?"
Green shook his head. "There's more than one of me in here." He tapped his temple lightly. "Three more, to be exact."
Legend regarded him with suspicion as if he believed the hit he'd taken earlier may have scrambled his brains.
Green sighed, trying and failing to ignore Blue's sharp I told you so's! "Look, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true."
"So…you hear voices in your head?" 'Rule asked, trying to follow along.
"No, well, yes. Sometimes, a lot of the time. But it's not just that. We also…switch."
"Switch?" Wind wondered, cocking his head to the side curiously.
"We switch who has control of the body," Green explained. "Like, I'm in control right now, but I'm not always in control. Sometimes it's Red, sometimes it's Vio, and sometimes it's Blue."
"You're all named after colors?" Warrior concluded with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms as if judging their naming system.
Red was already taking offense, and Green had to scramble to find words that would both reassure and provide an answer. "Technically it's Link, like all of you, but we just went with our tunic colors. The ones we had when we were separate, I mean. It was easiest."
"So you're Green, then?" Time guessed, eyeing his patch-worked tunic.
"Yes."
"And you guys have been switching places all this time we've been together?" Twilight wondered. At his nod, the Ordonian continued. "How have we not noticed?!"
His lips twitched up in a small, sheepish smile. "We're pretty good at hiding it."
"Can you switch out now? Can we meet the others?" Wind asked, bouncing on his toes excitedly.
Green's small smile fell, and he directed his gaze to the floor. "No. We can't switch out on command. It's random." And it was fortunate that it was because otherwise he was sure there would be a lot of fighting over "turns."
He could practically hear Vio protesting, "It's not random! I told you…"
"I mean, I think it's random. Vio thinks otherwise. According to him, who's in control depends on what's going on around us. Whoever aligns with that energy the most will usually be in control."
"So you align with stressful situations?" Warrior surmised.
"Heh, I guess so. I am the leader, er, I was when we were split anyway."
"No offense, but being four people in one body sounds like a major pain," Legend spoke up gruffly, arms crossed. "Why don't you guys just split off like before?"
"Trust me, if we could we would," Green returned. "But we need the Four Sword in order to do that."
"Isn't that the Four Sword?" Warrior asked, nodding to Green's sword and pack that was leaning against the bed.
"It's a replica. The real thing is in a pedestal in our Hyrule, and we can't pull it out because it's acting as a seal to keep Ganon at bay."
"That sucks," Legend observed.
Green didn't disagree. "We manage."
"What are the others like?" Wind asked. His boundless energy was pulling Red forward. Green could feel it in the way he didn't quite feel all here.
"Um, Red's…the optimistic emotional one. Blue is the hot-tempered one, always looking for a fight. And Vio…" Green took a deep breath and curled his hand into a fist, concentrating on how his nails carved crescents into his skin. "Vio is the smart one. Cool, collected, logical."
"So who was fighting those Moblins with us earlier?" Wild wondered.
Right. That. "Uh…that was…a group effort."
At their perplexed expressions, Green continued. "We almost always switch when we change Hyrules. This time, we switched but something went wrong. We were all conscious, but no one had full control of the body. I could only feel but I couldn't move. Blue could move but he couldn't see or hear. Vio could only see, and Red could only hear."
"And you guys fought like that?!" Twilight exclaimed, all the possibilities for what could have gone wrong besides what did likely running through his head.
"We tried."
"Dear Din! That had to require immense coordination," Warrior realized. He dipped his head. "Respect."
"I agree; it's impressive. But also dangerous. Why didn't you say anything before now?" Time asked, defaulting into disappointed parent mode.
"We were scared that you guys would think we were insane," Green admitted.
"Oh please," Legend rolled his eyes. "We've all been through crazy crap. Why wouldn't we believe you guys?"
Green shrugged. Now he just felt silly. But he did feel a little better now that Blue wasn't screaming his metaphorical head off anymore. In fact, all of them had gone quiet. Another sign that a switch was imminent.
"Besides, it's not much different than our situation. Eight Links? What's four more?" Sky chimed in, smiling.
"Hey, four!" Wind exclaimed. "Your nickname makes sense now!"
Green laughed at that. Or maybe it was Red that laughed. It was hard to tell.
"Speaking of nicknames, I'm guessing you guys don't want to be called Four, anymore, huh?" 'Rule spoke up.
"Well, if it's not too much trouble then…yeah, we'd like to be called by our usual nicknames."
"Will you guys let us know when you switch?" Wind asked, appearing worried. "I don't know if I'll be able to tell."
"You'll be able to tell," Green assured him. "But…" He blinked. His eyes couldn't focus. He rubbed at them. Nope, now the fog was even worse. Dangit Red.
"Are you okay?" Time asked.
"Yeah, I just…" I'm switching. But he didn't want to. Suddenly it was terrifying because everyone knew. Before, they had no idea. They had no reason to watch, to stare, to expect, but now they did. Green wanted to stay in control and explain everything because Red was always all over the place when he explained anything, and Vio talked too much, and Blue said too little, and he might not even know what they said until he came out next.
"Are you switching?" The fact that Twilight's voice sounded just as protective as always lifted the weight off Green's chest so that he could answer.
"Yes."
"Really? What does it feel like?"
"Wind! Don't ask questions now. Just wait," Twilight scolded the youngest hero.
"Let us know if we can do anything to help," He thought that was Sky. Maybe.
And though he didn't want to, he knew that fighting it would only hurt the body in the long run so he said, "Wind, hug me."
There was no hesitance. The sailor lurched forward and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight. Hopefully that would bring-
Red was rocketed forward and Green was flung back.
"Ow!" Red wasn't prepared for the heartbeat in his head.
Wind released him immediately, stepping back with a guilty look on his face. "Sorry, Green! I didn't mean to-"
"You didn't! I just didn't expect my head to hurt so much. It surprised me," Red reassured him, regarding his friend with teary eyes as he clutched at his aching head. "Oh! And…I'm Red."
Wind grinned. "Hi, Red. Nice to meet you!"
"Hi," Red said, giggling because they'd already met. Only Wind didn't know that. None of them knew. The thought sobered him. "Um…you guys aren't mad at us for lying, are you?" He bunched the hem of their tunic in his hands, dreading the answer. They didn't look or sound mad but he knew better than anyone how deceiving such appearances could be.
"No! Not at all," Wind assured him. "We get it."
Daring a peek, Red was greeted with the rest of the heroes nodding in agreement, kindness on every one of their faces.
"We all have secrets," Legend added, his face twisted in an expression Red recalled seeing on Blue a lot in the past, usually when he didn't want to admit he had a heart. "Who are we to judge for you guys keeping yours?"
Red beamed. They were still a family! See, Blue? Nothing to worry about!
Blue didn't respond, but Red didn't expect him to. If he wanted Blue to respond, he'd have to talk out loud and even though the others were accepting them, it was still kind of weird to talk to someone only you could hear. Besides that, their connection was always lost immediately after switching, so there was no guarantee Blue could even hear him if he did speak aloud.
"Your voice sounds a bit different. Is it just me or…?" Wild trailed off, uncertain.
"Nope!" Red chirped, swinging his feet and loving the fact that he could act one hundred percent like himselffor a change. "I'm talking how I like to talk now. Before I pitched it to match Green's. We all did." Red stilled his body and dropped his voice a little lower into a perfect impression of Green. "Maybe we just switched. Maybe we didn't. What do you think?"
"Uhh…I want to say no, but I also don't know how fast switches can happen," Wild said.
Red laughed and broke the façade. When he spoke again, he used his own voice. "You're right. It's still me. But we can switch really fast like that sometimes."
"What is switching like?" Wind wondered, leaning forward eagerly. "Does it hurt?"
Red scrunched up his face in thought, then immediately abandoned the expression when it sent a spark of fresh pain through his head. "It doesn't really hurt. Except sometimes it gives us headaches, and those hurt so I guess it does hurt a bit but mostly it doesn't. And switching itself is like lots of pressure building and building and then-" Red hopped off the bed and threw his arms out wide. "Boom! Suddenly you're out. Or in, depending."
A wave of dizziness struck him suddenly, threatening to tip him over. Luckily, Legend and Wind were close enough to steady him. Red winced. Apparently the body wasn't ready to have him tossing it around how he pleased.
"That's enough questions," Time declared. "We can talk more in the morning."
"No, I'm fine!" Red protested. "I just got up too fast."
"You have a concussion, idiot," Legend grumbled as he and Wind gently guided Red to sit back on the bed.
The news was such a shock that Red didn't take the time to lament over Legend's name calling. "I do?"
"You don't remember us telling Green that earlier?" 'Rule asked, concern creasing his brow.
Red resisted the urge to shake his head. "No."
"What's the first thing you do remember?" Time asked carefully.
"Everyone was eating."
"Is it normal to have gaps like that?" Twilight worried.
"Yup!" Red replied, trying to be cheerier than he felt at the moment because he didn't want to worry the others over nothing. "We're usually all aware of what's going on, but if we fall asleep or pass out and wake up then those inside lose time. The same thing happens when we switch. Sometimes it just happens, but that's rare."
"Sounds disorienting," Sky commented.
"It is. That's why we always have meetings at bedtime."
Warrior snapped his fingers. and it sounded like a bomb exploding. "That's why you're always talking in your sleep!"
"Not asleep," Red corrected him. "And it's not always me. Sometimes it's one of the others."
"Right, I know; that's what I meant."
"You guys can't all communicate telepathically?" Wind wondered.
"We kinda can, but whoever is out needs to talk for us inside to hear them." He put a hand to his bandaged temple, massaging it lightly.
"Well, going forward if any of you guys need a recap, just let us know," Twilight said with a smile.
Red returned it. Having the other heroes aware of their situation was going to make keeping track of things so much easier.
"Now sleep," Legend ordered, forcing him to lay down.
That was just about the last thing he wanted to do with his time out. However, the lethargy in his limbs and pounding of his head told him it was necessary and ignoring the body's needs was a big no-no. They had all agreed. Personal desires came second. The body came first.
Therefore, Red didn't argue. He closed his eyes and hoped to slip into sleep before his brothers rejoined him. Nothing against Green, Blue, and Vio, of course, but falling asleep was always a challenge with three not-at-all tired minds awake and alert.
The other eight heroes kept their voices low as they left him to rest, but he didn't miss all their questions and speculations or quiet exclamations of how different he and Green were and how they couldn't wait to meet the others properly.
If nothing else, Red supposed the concussion was good for one thing. It gave them plenty of time to interact with everyone while their body was recovering, and unlike before, they'd be able to show their true colors.
YouTube Resources:
"Co-consciousness and Other Confusion" –The Entropy System
"SWITCHING!? HOW? WHO AM I?! Dissociative Identity Disorder | DissociaDID | RE-UPLOAD" –DissociaDID
Website Resource (delete the spaces):
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