Why do people dream of having clones of themselves, of being able to split themselves into two or more? That is something you could never understand– after all, you daily experience something similar.

Dissociative identity disorder. It has been years since you found out you suffer from such condition and often people tend to leave because it's "really bothersome and difficult to keep up with", which is nonsense, really. You are normal, so why people act like they are weirded out by you?

Of course not every personality is the same: protectors, caretakers, child alter, persecutor... Those and more live within your system but that is no reason to leave.

Fortunately, there's someone who chose to stay by your side when everyone else left: Scaramouche, your childhood friend and roommate. He never questioned the way your system works nor made fun of it– and understands that each alter is different from the other.

He even knows how to tell apart which alter is hosting at the moment due to various signs. Usually youy attempt to mask when a personality switchs but with Scaramouche you felt safe enough to just let it happen.

"Hi." Scaramouche greets with a smile, noticing the doodles you are currently drawing on a random notebook. "Oh, that looks pretty."