One figure, standing in the dark...
Turns, and swivels...
There is not one, but twelve...
A hallway, lost in darkness...
there is nothing, but here...
You wake up.
A screeching sound approaches. It sounds like a tricycle. A small shape is starting to form, riding on it, Getting into the light.
You hear a deep voice that says:
"I want to play a game..."
And immediately you hear someone scream:
"For crying out loud! Not this again... it's OLD already!"
The -now revealed- ridiculous rag-doll receives a clear gunshot in the face and flies several steps back.
Blood spurts from it.
"Who did that?"
"Who shot him?" - People yell.
Voices get trapped in a confused spiral of fear..
"Who shot him?"
"Where's the gun?" - Shouts kept rising.
"Yes... No... I'm everyone... I feel... confused..." - You manage to respond.
"He Was! I saw him take the shot!" - One of the entities points at a counterpart.
"Liar! I had my arms crossed" - Shrieks the accused.
" ... and you're at a critic stage of the disease. Your multiple personality disorder has not been, until now, enough of an impediment for your physical well being but some kind of alliance seems to have formed, inside your mind, between a number of your most dangerous personalities to assault and take control of your mind. Removing every other healthy personality or string of sanity you may still have." -
" You MUST find a way to destroy this evil personalities before they destroy you... It's the only path to the communion of the separate, healthy, beings to form a single, sane, entity.
Remember the key to succ-" -
Your eyes close
Back here, the rag-doll has transformed into a bloody man... You and them are on a cell with no doors and no windows and there's a knife on the man's forehead. You're all thinking the same thing. Who killed that man? Who should us/we/me kill to survive?
It's for all of you, personalities, to decide. Be careful, though, your mind may start playing games with you.