as you were patching up the cut on your leg with a staple gun the voices started to begin along with a frequent and popular one named Mylo a old friend of yours somewhat like a brother even though you had a large ¨sibling¨ rivalry and he was always mean to you and who you accidently killed he never spoke with resentment though. you were always sometimes a little mean to the voices if they got really loud or annoying or if you needed to think but otherwise you were somewhat nice to them..you had grown to accept them