The correct way to deal with multiple personalities

01.

In Dean's face (Д≡д)!Sitting on the chair and muttering Whathappened, he waved his fist in the air, and his younger brother was held down by a group of people and taken away.

At this moment, my brother sat down opposite him with a super espresso in one hand and God's Hell Companion in the other.

"Dude I feel like I'm going to be a slut," Dean said dejectedly.

Thank goodness you haven't gotten so sick as to call your brother the Cheshire Cat.

Believe me, if you call me brother, I will beat you, and I will hit you in the face.

(Mo Jun: Don’t make trouble.)

(Bechoni: ...are you a teenage boy who has to tease someone you like?)

Brother didn't like him.

My brother felt his eyes drift uncontrollably from Dean's green eyes to his coffee mate.

(Eve: Are you sure?)

That tone seemed to say, "Touch the Bible and say it again."

I dare to say it again even after touching the image of Jesus!elder brother!without!happiness!joyous!he!

(Mo Jun: ...you say what you say anyway.)

Oops, the coffee is too strong for my throat.

02.

When Carthus floated through the wall to Dean's room, he also saw him Σ(?д?;) startled, but calmed down very quickly. Did he really not notice how I got in? !

Dude, your supernatural resistance is so high, does your brother know...

"Are you still playing Alice in Wonderland?"

...No, brother is here to play with you—to play with you.

(Ratt: — you are given three seconds to run out and hide.)

Brother stared straight at the silverware in Dean's hand.

"...you're a hunter. I can't believe you didn't tell me you were a hunter."

My brother felt that the coffee in the afternoon was a bit high, and now he suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous.

Dean, give me some wine, my brother is broken in love - anyway, you acquiesce in me sneaking away the coffee.

(Mo Jun: I agreed not to like it.)

(Eve: When did you have the inappropriate attribute? Goosebumps came up...)

Shut up, can't I let my brother be sad for a few minutes when he is broken in love? !What's wrong with everyone taking the time to mock brother? !

(Ratt: Mainly because the drama of falling in love with a natural enemy is too old-fashioned?)

Is true love the old-fashioned way, and who stipulates that the old-fashioned way of losing a relationship is not allowed to be sad?

(Erram: ...you should ask why you can't concentrate on looking at your lovelorn when you are broken up, but come to listen to us mocking you.)

... Fuck, you all live in my mind so fucking hard that I don't even have hands to cover my ears, okay?

"You didn't tell me that you were a nightmare—" Dean seemed to be overwhelmed by his brother's divine logic, "Wait, did you tell me that your name is Cheshire Cat?!"

...Sir, your brain is a bit big.

What the hell is a nightmare? I'm a crazy, cool hybrid shapeshifter, okay?

(Mo Jun: Seriously, what you say counts.)

"...Brother is not a nightmare." In the end, he replied with a troubled expression.

Dean looked WTF.

"Then what are you?!" Dean glanced at the nails on his hand or something. As expected of a hunter who was said to pour holy water and cut his fingers with silver utensils to prove his identity every time the two sides met, he suddenly understood: "You are a shapeshifter. Strange?! Where did you hide Sam?!"

Fuck you guys are really gay.

Seeing him holding the silverware in the palm of his hand and ready to go all out at any time, the elder brother raised his hands in surrender: "Brother, you didn't kill or rob you, you can't do this to me! Your brother is tied up in the confinement room, so don't ask me for someone!"

(Ana: ... promising.)

"...I don't have time to take care of you—" Dean broke through the door, and Brother Tuliu stood alone, facing the desolation in the room, and sighed lonely.

I'm hungry, Carthus, I want to eat chicken chops.

Unusual, Cases was silent for a while, and slowly controlled his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see Dean being pointed at his forehead by a strange creature's sharp tube, but he didn't pay much attention.

Passing through the darkness of nothingness, he easily stood outside the mental hospital. My brother forgot to change all his clothes, and was watched in horror by the old man who sold fried chicken chops for a long time, but he didn't even ask for money.

03.

Brother slowly flipped through a novel called "Evil Power".

...It turns out that they are also characters in the book.

Like my brother, they are all false ink and wash characters.

But they are novels and fairy tales, and I like my own painting style better.

Unknowingly, I discovered that the sub-personality was completely silent, and it was extremely rare that no one spoke.

At this time, you are not afraid of being forgotten, are you?Anyway, brother, as the protagonist of a fairy tale, as long as the author says he won't forget, he won't forget, right?Ah, my dear author?I—a god of hatred?

04.

It's not my brother's fault, and my brother didn't want to kill that little guy, but after all, she occupied the body of brother and sister.

Brother didn't want to kill her either, but God said that she must be killed.

Isn’t my brother’s various abilities endowed by gods just to kill my sister—so that’s why I can’t use the superpowers of the main character? ——As long as I use it, I will remember that I was sprayed with blood all over my head and face when I killed my dearest girl, and I want to do it again.

...Brother has really become crazy.

05.

The originally crowded small bookstore was empty, and I didn't want to know why, so I casually threw away the novel that refreshed my three views again, and pushed open the door of the bookstore.

I saw the extremely tall Stark property at the beginning of this novel again.

Brother staggered to the edge of the building again, looking at the same empty New York street below.

Brother seems to recall a lot, but really doesn't remember anything.

A girl's angry face appeared in front of my eyes, but she turned away from looking at my brother, and stared at the sunset, only two steps away from me.

Brother could see her long black hair and imagine her vibrant black eyes.

I feel that only I can control my body at this time.

...Brother wants to live, even if it's just for my dear sister not to go to hell.

But my brother couldn't control his hand and wanted to touch the girl's soft hair to make her turn around and smile at me, even though she deliberately used the transformation ability brought by the same blood as me to conjure a female ghost face.

I was almost able to touch her, and I could even feel the illusion of her hair passing through my fingers.

Stand on the edge of a tall building, two steps away from you.

The distance to hold you in my arms is only one step away.

Brother raised his foot.

There is no noise from other personalities, no Joshua's super power, only brother is controlling the body, no one can take you away from me.

"...Nana—"

06.

This time, I didn't watch the empty streets of New York fall, but watched Nana still level with the roof of the building, getting farther and farther away from me.

She was still staring at the sunset, without looking back at her brother.

Ah, really, what's so nice about the sun--if there's no sun, why are you staring at me?

She is still getting further and further away from me.

"Seriously, do you really have to jump off the building at this time? There are already enough dead people, and you can't get any of them in the newspapers!" up.

The urban legend who rescued me found that I was staring at the sky blankly, and I also raised my neck to look at it, only to see a large flying saucer in the sky.

"It doesn't matter if you don't make it to the newspaper." Brother lowered his head, wiped his face, and touched the nosebleeds on his hands, "It's really spectacular, little spider."

"..." Spider-Man was rarely silent. My brother found that the nosebleed couldn't be stopped no matter what, so he continued to hold his head up, and sighed while trying to stop the nosebleed, "It's rare for brother to commit suicide seriously, little spider, you really ruined the atmosphere."

"...Where did the weird atmosphere come from!" Spider-Man looked a little crazy, "Why do you have to pick the aliens to attack the earth and commit suicide!"

"Because I seem to have forgotten a lot of personality just now, my brain exploded a few times, and I was a little delirious from the pain. Does this count as a reason?" Brother said lightly, and suddenly found that his eyes and ears were also bleeding, and he simply stopped being upright. With his head down, he looked at the urban legend who saved him with blood on his face in a real sense—Spider-Man, who looked like a high school student, with a red spiderweb-shaped headgear, looked dirty, and there was a brother on the uniform. of blood.

The poor spider probably will have to spend another half a day cleaning it, what a pity.

At this time, the Avengers are smashing the streets and saving the earth by the way, but they have local tyrants like Tony as backup, oh, envy, envy and hate.

"Honestly, dear little spider, you seem to have contributed to the destruction of the world." Brother said nonchalantly, but secretly decided to find a time to shoot down the sun and forget it.

"--What?"

"It's nothing, but seriously, little spider, let's create the rich haters, it kind of rhymes with the Avengers."

"...I don't know what you're talking about, I don't hate the rich!" The spider quickly turned around and ran away—his brain was screaming, and the spider sensed sharply, the guy behind him was dangerous...!

07.

Brother stood alone in the same place again, and suddenly sighed.

He said to himself, "There is not one left."

Hey, let's do it again, if you can hear it, say something.

(Mo Jun: ...It's such an annoying feeling.)

Logic, calm, control.

(Eve: You actually really played off for me.)

Persistence, calmness, sense of responsibility.

(Ratt: Tsk, do you really want to become a snake man in the end?)

Sensibility, sharpness, spiritual power.

(Lucia: It's okay, the pain will be gone in a while, dear myself.)

Purity, love, compassion.

Brother stood there blankly, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and closed his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Jun calmed down instantly. Mo Jun groped himself, and finally managed to walk a pack of cigarettes on the dead passer-by.

Blinking again, he sat down on the spot, with a cigarette case in his mouth, and while wiping the blood off his face, he separated the will and strength stuck together in his brain, and replaced the irresponsible main personality to create a sub-personality.

Who made him the most exhausting sub-personality, tsk.

"Eve, get ready for file loading."

(Eve: Ok, 'Muzek', 'Erram', and 'Cases' file reading is complete, are Xiu and Joshua's file reading?)

"...Joshua's reading, superpowers can't be controlled without him, Xiu's left alone, he is useless without claws."

(Eve: So maybe one day it will be used? Got it.)

"Delete Ana's file, delete everything you can find."

(Eve: Understood.)

"...It's too bad, there are only nine of them." Mo Jun simply ignored the ashes on the ground, lay down casually, breathed in the somewhat stale air of New York, and felt a little bit of luck—and regret for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

He finally punched himself in the heart, and said very softly, "I'm sorry for your sister."

In Mo Jun's view, all the streets of New York are very real, with dead bodies everywhere, debris and blood everywhere.

"'Crazy' 'want to kill' 'chaos' - Corey (crazy). All swordsmanship related."

"'Hope', 'Gentleness', and 'Sense of Justice'—Rett (right). All light abilities are related."

...almost.

In the end, he pulled off the dazzling blond hair one by one, and then took off the blue eyes that were no longer very bright, and replaced them with clean golden ones; the skin on the entire face was torn off along with some proteins, and turned into a piece that looked A more neutral face.

In the end, short black hair slowly emerged, combined into an unfamiliar look.

Breaks the bones of the hands and feet, including the spine and ribs, and modifies the pelvic rim.

In the end, he compressed his limbs as much as possible and became an unobtrusive kid in New York.

It's just that the white edge of the pure blue hospital gown was torn off, and the cuffs were roughly tied up. It didn't look very strange, it was just a little girl in a plain skirt.

Waiting for the pain to almost disappear, Mo Jun threw away the long-burned cigarette in his hand, facing the broken mirror, staring at his own golden eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

In the blink of an eye, those eyes glowed with a sweet light, like a girl's favorite sun, looking gentle and bright.

——The protagonist wakes up.

The author has something to say:

Xiu: The most gentle personality, focusing on the seal for 100 years, the official partner of the legendary claw (what), the collapse rate is 0.

Claws: The memory of jumping down from the rooftop, the legendary virus that will overwrite my brother, I always feel that it will destroy the world when it wakes up again.Collapse degree 9.