For as long as….I can remember, people considered me a freak. Stop talking to yourself, they said. You're crazy, they said. Its for your own good they said. We're trying to help you, they said.

Lies!

For years they kept…me locked up, in that living hell they called a hospital. They tried to talk "sense" to me. Made me take medicine to kill us, I mean…him. They failed, but they kept trying and trying, to the point were I nearly became as mad as they said I was.

But then one day w-I felt different. I felt powerful. I felt whole. I felt…hungry.

And suddenly I, no, we were free.

(Art by me. Higher quality scan coming soon.)

[Canceled. Will likely incorporate elements of this story into a future fic.]