No...no no no NO!!!

They can't be, no! I won't LET them die! They are my solider!

Mike stares helplessly at your body lifeless on the floor; you had little time left. He had let you run ahead to scout the enemy lines. He should have known magic snipers were in the area. He was so stupid! He was commander, he should have led his team better. The enemy is closing in on his location, forcing him to make a choice.

"Private...forgive me."

His voice was hoarse and quiet. He teared up as he held a faded white dice between his fingers, looking at it in hand... One in 6 chance to land on a 2.

He activated his ability: Alter Ego. The single ability he wished never to have to show you.

The dice rolled, he prayed it lands on two. He needed Second to take over just this once. Second may be a killer but he's the only one able to save you. If it landed on any other number, you'd die.

↝↷↝↷⚁

He looked at it in relief then felt a gut wrenching tug. His body forcefully changed. Second. The demented doctor was now in control.

Second's POV

I blinked, looked around, then my eyes zeroed in on you. A chuckle escaped my lips as I realized, why Mike had even rolled that damned dice... Yes, the 6 alter ego personalities are powerful, but we're insanely unpredictable.*

Such a strong spell requires a high price to be payed. Mike grants one of us full control, and the dice makes the rotation more fair because he could never know who would get control.

It was just a game of chance for us.

"Hmmm~ Well, lookie here's." I snicker crouching down poking at Mike's precious private. "Bit off a little more's than yous could chews huh?" A goofy smirk graced my face as my shock blue and yellow eyes roam your form. Oh goody! I get to fix em' up then!

I glanced over at the enemy approaching. "Pitiful." I scoff, flicking my wrist disposing of them easily. "Now's let's get yous all patched up and betters sweetie~!" I giggled and began to fix you up. I began humming to myself, as I poked at you. “Wake up~”.