"Excuse me!" Twilight yelled as she rose from her seat with a furious glare aimed directly at Ryan, her face contorting in ways that kind of scared the poor human. "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

Ryan raised his hands defensively, taking a few steps back so that she wouldn't end up head-butting him. "Okay, I think we've skipped some levels here."

"Oh really," She said with her arms crossed over her chest. "Just tell her everything she wants to know," She mocked, doing what was probably the worst impression of his voice. "Everything should be fine, but she is still female."

He raised a brow at her, his expression being nothing more than deadpan. "Seriously? You should know by now that I really can't control what that guy says." The sound of thunder crackled from outside and echoed through the castle. "That's weird...wasn't it sunny just a few minutes ago?"

"Don't try to change the subject!" Twilight shouted, apparently thinking that getting louder would help prove her point.

Ryan had to jam his pinkie finger into his ear to make sure it wasn't bleeding. "Says you;" He responded, "First it's all about Masquerade, now you're going on about what my brain has to say. If I could control it, I'd have made him shut up years ago."

"He is you!" She retorted, using what she saw as logic and reasoning at this point in time. "Your brain is not a he, it's an it! It's part of your body and reflects on your own thoughts!" The information she was giving him was sound, but he felt otherwise. "So what am I to you now; just some crazy mare?"

This is starting to get annoying.

"You're not helping!" Ryan yelled at himself, or his mind rather.

"Now I'm annoying, huh?"

"See what I mean?"

I'll shut up now.

"Twilight," Ryan began, doing his best to diffuse the situation as quick and clean as possible. "where is all of this coming from? Earlier today you were just fine, we were all out having fun." He explained, "Yeah, I left to enact some revenge, I supposed I was gone for a while." His arms were starting to feel tired, so he lowered them back down to his sides. "What the hell happened?"

"Oh yeah," She started, letting out some kind of mocking laughter. "And on top of everything else you basically abused my friends. Burying Pinkie alive and launching explosives at Rainbow Dash!" Her hands found their way to her head as she massaged her temples with her fingers. "How are you even my perfect mate; What did I do to deserve a psychopath like you?"

Trigger word!

Ryan's hands clenched into fists, his fingers popping at the intense pressure he was putting them under. "You wanna run that by me again?"

Twilight removed her hands from her head, "I'm sorry," She again spoke in a mocking tone, "I mean, I know that you're crazy, but I didn't know that you were stupid too. Next you'll say that you had no idea that mare liked you."

Bitch, I will stab you in the-!

"I-" He was about to come back with something until he registered Twilight's words. Masquerade liked him? How? Aside from earlier today, they only met once. Hell, he was even making fun of her name for a majority of their meeting. Then it hit him...

Oh...ohohohohoh! I see what's going on now. You're little princess here is J-E-L...uh...fuck, I don't know how to spell jealous.

A chuckle managed to creep out of Ryan's throat. Then another, and then another; Soon enough he was howling with laughter, an arm firmly placed over his stomach at the amount of pain his hysterics were putting him in.

Twilight's glare never faltered, she continued stare daggers at him as he somehow managed to find humor in all of this. "I am not jealous. I'm the princess of friendship, I don't get jeal-" Her words trailed off as she remembered the incident with her booksortcation. (Did I spell that right?)

Being lost in her thoughts, she was completely unaware that the human had stopped laughing and was fast approaching. She let out a shriek as he picked her up in his arms and held her in a tight hug. "Let go of me!"

"Nope." He simply replied, "Not until you start believing that there is nothing going on between me and the curly haired 1970's bitch."

You still don't even know if that's the right generation. You're a 90's kid, dammit!

Twilight struggled against his grip, her struggling only triggering him to pull her down into a firm kiss. She was going to pull away, but couldn't muster up the strength to. Something about the way he kissed her just spoke a thousand words on its own. It was like reading one of the most encaptivating books ever written, one that couldn't help but get hooked on.

However, just as it goes with reading books, her attention was peeled away from it because of something else getting in the way. This time it just happened to be Ryan pulling away from her. His bright blue eyes locking with her deep purple ones.

He brushed a hand across her cheek and she instantly nuzzled into it, looking up into his eyes. "Is there really nothing going on between you two?" She asked, still feeling extremely paranoid about it. "If there is, or has been, then-"

Ryan cut her off by saying, probably one of the most romantic things to ever leave his lips. "Shut up, book horse." Strangely enough, Twilight couldn't help but giggle a bit at that nickname he had given her. "I promise you, though. There never has, nor ever will, anything going on with me and Masquerade...There should really be a nickname for that woman, that name is too damn long."

Twilight flashed him a smile, but only for a second. "How can I be sure though?" She asked in a sad tone, sounding desperate to find any reason to stop mistrusting him.

"You're the one with magic." He suggested, "Can't you look at my memories or something."

"I could, but I'd never do that to you."

"What if I said that I wanted you to?"

Her breath became caught in her throat. It's not every day that someone just welcomes you to go digging through their memories, so hearing someone say that they want you to is quite the shocker. "A-are you sure?"

He nodded, "If it would help make you happy and feel better, I'd let you stick a knife in my sternum."

That was much of an invitation as she would need, at least that's what she translated his words into. She made an audible gulp and, without so much as a second thought, leaned forward and pressed her horn against his forehead. This would be her first time doing this, so she was pretty nervous. Her eyes closed as her horn started to glow. In seconds both of their eyes flashed like headlights. When Twilight opened her eyes she found herself in a place that she really wasn't all too familiar with. In fact she had never seen a place like this before at all.

To her left was what looked like a library; The walls were made of oak with several bookshelves decorating them. There was a small table by one of them that had a small stack of books next to an empty glass and a wine bottle. The whole room was lit by numerous candles that decorated the area, filling it with a scent that she couldn't put her finger on. It was smooth though, and sweet. A strange sense of tranquility started to fill her.

To her right was something that she found fairly difficult to describe. Whatever this place was at one point was completely destroyed. It looked like a tornado had gone through and torn it apart. The only details she could really make out of it were the scattered paint marks of all colors, several child-like toys, most of which seemed to have been burned at some point, and metal poles sticking randomly out of the walls. The smell of this area wasn't all too pleasant, but it sent an adrenaline-like rush through her body.

Below her was where the two very different houses separated. A thick black line that went all the way to the end of the room, across the ceiling, then back to her. This specific spot was devoid of anything at all. It was just a solid black, flat line that circled around her.

"I see you made it here safely." Came a voice to her left, startling her by its sudden appearance. She about jumped into the right side of the room, but found that it was blocked off by some kind of invisible wall. "Do not be scared, Miss Sparkle. I am not going to hurt you."

Twilight couldn't help but stare with wide eyes at the man who was speaking to her. He looked completely identical to Ryan with only minor differences. For one his hair was neatly gelled to one side and for two he was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt, complete with a black bowtie.

"Who are you?" She asked, not knowing where exactly her spell had taken to her to.

"The question is not so much as 'who' I am, but rather 'what' I am." He explained, "But, to make this easier for you, you may call me Mr. Left."

Her brow raised at him. "Mr. Left?"

"Allow me to explain, Miss Sparkle." He cleared his throat and patted his chest two times. "I am Ryan's left brain. My purpose is to work hard until my inevitable death. It is my belief that, if you have a job to do, it must be done with the upmost speed and efficiency."

The years of Twilight's studies on pony psychology came rushing back to her. From the looks of it, they were almost identical to humans. "You're his left brain...Which should mean that you're the one that deals with logic. You're the part that's analytical, efficient, aware of patterns, and aware of trends."

He shot her a quick smile. "Well done, Miss Sparkle. You're quite knowledgeable."

"Well, I do read a lot." She replied, blushing a bit at the compliment. She was already starting to like this Mr. Left character. She looked over her shoulder to the other room. "That must mean that this one belongs to his Right brain."

"Indeed it does." He confirmed, sounding almost annoyed by the mere mention of the right brain. "Objective; Creative, sensory, aware of feelings, people and emotions. He-"

"I like Oreos and pussy!" Another voice called out, causing Twilight to jump, even more so than when Mr. Left had shown up. In an instant the owner of the voice revealed himself...kind of. A door, that had previously been blocked from sight by all of the junk laying around, burst open to reveal someone spinning rapidly on a swivel chair that rolled across the room and eventually into a wall. The chair fell over along with the one sitting in it. He raised a single arm up high from the wreckage, "In that order!"

Mr. Left let out a sigh and began rubbing his temples with his thumb and index finger. "Miss. Sparkle, this is Ryan's right brain. He prefers to go by the name Righty."

Righty pulled himself up from the ground. As with Mr. Left, other than a few key details, he was identical to her mate. His hair was long and messy, his body covered in dirt and bruises, and he wore a simple purple T-shirt and red pants; he was also decorated from head to toe with glow sticks.

He lunged his body toward Twilight, smacking himself against the unseen barrier with a loud thud. "Owie!" He yelled, shaking his head to regain his senses as he looked back over at Twilight. "Holy fuck, you are beautiful!"

"Oh..." Was all she could manage to say. One of her hands found it way up to her neck, nervously rubbing at it as she started blushing once again from the compliment. "Thank you."

"She is quite the specimen, isn't she?" Mr. Left commented, causing Twilight to look over at him. As he finally took the time to scan her with his eyes, he started adding up her qualities. "A slim figure, moderately sized bust, decent waistline; smart too. She would make an acceptable mother for our offspring."

Twilight's jaw dropped to the floor at is words. "Offspring!? W-wha-what do you-?"

Then it clicked, that was the part of the brain with little to no emotion. The left brain focused mainly on two things; Adaptability and survival. It's really no surprise that he was analyzing her to see if she would make strong and healthy babies. Despite what one may think, nature will always try to push you to repopulate. Those specific thoughts are managed by the left brain.

Knowing that's how the left brain works then that would mean all of Ryan's emotions are with Righty, the right brain. Curiosity set in as she turned her attention to him and moved as close as she could to the barrier. If she wanted to know how Ryan truly felt about her, then this was the brain to talk to. As she locked eyes with him, she couldn't help but notice that he was smiling and staring her down with large eyes.

It was time to see how he actually felt. "Righty?" She began, her words being more than enough to make him smile brightly. "Can I ask what you think about me?"

"Oh, baby." He said, placing his hands over his chest. "I love you so much! I wish I could come over there and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you forever."

"Really?" She asked, finally feeling her hopes of being with him resurface and increase tenfold.

"Of course!" He exclaimed happily. "I just want to be with you forever and ever! I want you to love me and trust me...and sit on my face every now and again."

Twilight wasn't sure if she should be happy or moderately disgusted. But they did do some pretty weird stuff when they first started having sex...

Something else started to float about in her mind, something she thought should be addressed. She turned her attention back to the logical one, feeling like he would be the most helpful out of the two for this particular subject.

"Mr. Left; do you happen to know anything about the voice Ryan keeps hearing?" She asked with a somewhat worried expression. "The one that talks to him and basically tells him what to do. It's very confusing to me, seeing how he can actually pick and choose what advice to follow." There wasn't really any other way to describe it, so she had to settle with what she knew.

"I do." He replied, "You see, when Ryan was young he underwent a number of traumas, traumas that the one you speak of doesn't allow us to remember."

Her head cocked to the side. "You can't remember things because of him too?"

Mr. Left nodded, "As Ryan's brains it is our job to process and interpret information and surroundings." He explained, "However, the part that you are addressing is his actual mind. The part where our analysis' go to as to allow him to create a reaction."

Going back to her studies, she could only assume one thing. "That would mean that it's his Superego, right?"

"Not entirely." Mr. Left said with a cold face. "Ryan's Super Ego shattered many years ago from the hidden traumas. It left his mind split in two, basically making him suffer with A.I.D."

"What are you talking about." Righty playfully interjected, waving his hand at Mr. Left. "We don't have AIDS."

"Not AIDS you nitwit, A.I.D!" He yelled in anger at Righty. "Associative Identity Disorder."

"What's that?" Righty asked with a curious smile.

Mr. Left face palmed, "Multiple Personality Disorder...Moron..."

"You mean back when Ego and Insufferable Dick were always fighting over who got to control Ryan?" He asked, seeming to get the gist of what was going on during that chaotic period.

"Ego and ID." Mr. Left corrected, despite knowing that Righty's mistake was more than intentional. No one really liked ID, seeing how he was always a raging ball of cock!

"Can we pause for a second, please?" Twilight requested, receiving nods from both parties. "What exactly was Ryan going through?"

"I wanna tell her!" Righty exclaimed.

"Let me do it!" Mr. Left yelled, making Righty pout at him. He let out a sigh, "With Superego being gone, he was stuck in, what I like to call, a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde phase. He was unstable and constantly switching back and forth from being the nicest guy to the meanest."

"Why isn't he like that now?" Twilight asked, her eagerness to learn about Ryan's mind only growing by the second.

Before Mr. Left could respond, Righty cut him off with a gleeful look. "We did a thing! We did a thing and now BOTH of them are Superego!"

"How?" She asked, bewildered by the very idea of two completely different mindsets working together. "How is that even possible? The Ego and ID are so dissimilar that they, by all rights, should still be fighting! There's no way they could just start working together that easily."

"Naked Man!" Righty randomly called out, now completely stripped of any articles of clothing. He ran over to one of the many piles of junk surrounding him and dove in with a loud tumble as the pile caved in on top of him. "That kinda hurt!"

"That man gives me migraines..." Mr. Left commented with closed eyes. He pointed over at the end of the black dividing line where a door slowly opened up. "I think it would be much more simple to show you, Miss. Sparkle. Go through that door and you shall see how they function."

Twilight was a bit hesitant to just walk through a random door in Ryan's mind. Not even Celestia probably knows the destruction it could hold. She took a breath and slowly made her way to the door, only stopping when she had reached it to look back at them and smile.

"Thank you both. You have no idea how much you've helped me." She waved to them, wondering if she'd ever see either of them again. Perhaps she would see reflections of them in Ryan's behavior one day. "Goodbye!"

Mr. Left offered her a wave, "Good day to you, Miss Sparkle."

Righty's head popped up from the assortments of garbage with a single tear running down his cheek. "I'll miss you, honey!"

The door slammed in front of her, leaving her in another room, one that wasn't divided. The whole thing was as large as a chapel, complete with stained glass windows of all colors and what looked like several types of Rock and Roll memorabilia. There was a long red carpet that led up to an empty stage with screens and speakers all over it. The walls were painted with fantastic golden designs that shined in the dimly lit room. Also along the walls were hundreds upon hundreds of filing cabinets. Each one labeled with a different date and some with different years. They must be his memories, she thought. A majority of them appeared to have been welded shut, probably the memories that even the brains couldn't access.

As she let this information sink in she felt a pair of hands rest onto her shoulders, digging their fingers into her and massaging away all of the tension she had built up during this day. She hummed in approval, knowing Ryan's touch from anywhere.

"You took your sweet ass time getting here." He said with an odd growl.

"Yeah, well you don't know what I had to go through to-" She stopped, just taking notice of the growl. Not only that, but she could feel something sharp digging into one of her shoulders. She looked to one side and saw what appeared to be Ryan's hand there. Glancing at the other, she saw something that made her skin crawl.

Twilight shrieked and jumped away, turning around to see the abomination that was the control center of Ryan's mind. Dressed in a black T-shirt and Blue jeans stood what looked like Ryan, but with a wicked twist compared to his brains. The left half of his body looked normal enough, the right half is what scared her. In place of skin it was covered in dark red scales, the nails on his right hand were long and jagged. She could see layers of sharp teeth behind his toothy grin as he smiled at her. In place of one of his bright blue eyes was one that shined yellow. Half of his hair remained dirty blond while the other appeared to be singed black, and finally a single long horn protruding out of his skull.

Needless to say, if her mentality could piss itself, it already would have.

"Well, hello to you too." The creature that called itself the Superego spoke before coughing a bit and speaking in a much more natural sounding voice. "Sorry about that, boy's a little congested today."

Twilight stared at him in amazement, her mind quickly deciphering how they had fixed Ryan's problem. His Ego and ID were merged together, their body split down the middle while their minds collided to form the ultimate Superego. One that would never have to fight for its reasoning to be more justifiable, or struggle to make things go their way, making each thought both solid and definite.

"How is this even possible?" She asked no one in particular.

Superego shrugged, pulling a cigar from his pocket and placing it in his lips. "The mind is a strange and wonderful thing." He snapped his right hand and a flame appeared on his thumb. He lit the cigar and took a deep inhale before waving the flame away. "In fact, it's the most powerful thing in the human and pony body." He removed the cigar from his lips and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "You outta know, you've got one of the strongest minds I've ever seen. A bit ignorant to your own emotions, but you're still one smart cookie, sweetheart." He smiled at her before placing the cigar back in his mouth.

Twilight wasn't even sure how to process all of this anymore. She started walking in circles around Superego while he just stood there and let her observe him. "I don't understand how something like this can happen."

"I'd explain it to you if I could, but even I'm left in the dark on that one." He added, "And aren't you supposed to be looking for something?"

She stopped pacing when she remembered why she had come into Ryan's head in the first place. "Yes, I am. I'm looking for-"

With the snap of his fingers, a single filing cabinet shot open. It extended over to the center of the large room, its drawer stretch way further than it should have been able to. "I know what your looking for." He reached out and grabbed the drawer, stopping it from extending any further before digging around through the files. "Let's see here...Madison, Maliki, another Maliki, Mary, Mark, another Mark. Here we are; Masquerade!" He pulled out the file with the mare's name labeling it and held it out. "Here you go, sweetheart."

Twilight took the file and opened it up. The first thing she found was a full body photo of Masquerade in a very old fashioned looking dress. Beside the photo was all of the info he knew about her. From the looks of it he didn't know a whole lot. Mostly just what she looked like and that she had come to Ponyville to start a new life.

She flipped over to the next page which described when he had met her, how he met her, and what all had happened that day. She flipped again to find the detailed story of how he had run into her again while Twilight was chasing him. There was nothing else in between. Both pages were dated and filled out completely with every little thing that had taken place.

"He wasn't lying..." Twilight muttered to herself, feeling like a total bitch for not trusting him in the first place. She closed the file and gave it back to Superego before burying her face in her hands. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Don't think about it too much." Superego replied, even knowing that the question was likely rhetorical. He slid the file back into its rightful place and the drawer slammed itself shut. "It's not the first time a girlfriend questioned his loyalty."

"But what if he hates me now?" She started to wonder, speaking her thoughts out loud. "What if he starts thinking that I'm never gonna trust him and it scares him away?"

"Trust me, sweetheart." He began, taking another puff off of his cigar. "He aint goin' anywhere."

"How would you know if-?" She stopped as Superego gave her a deadpan look, raising his brow as if to ask, 'Did you really just fucking ask me that?' "R-right, sorry." She apologized. However, she still wondered why. "Why wouldn't he leave me, or get scared away?"

Superego let out an annoyed sigh. "First off, you need to stop being so God damn paranoid, alright?" He stated, wanting to get it through her head already. "I don't like to admit this kind of thing, I'm not really a touchy feely kind of guy, but he loves you. There's nothing else that he wants more than to just be by your side and have fun. He's already come up with a thousand plus ways that he could protect you if the need arose."

"Really-?"

"Stop asking so many questions too!" Seriously, it was starting to sound rehearsed at this point and he just wanted it to end. "Stop worrying so much, stop wondering if he'll ever leave you, and stop acting like every little thing you do is going to hurt him. He loves you, he wants to be with you, he'll never do anything to intentionally hurt you. It is literally as simple as that!" He leaned back against a wall, taking a few more puffs from his cigar. "I swear, all women need to have their fucking heads examined."

This Superego of Ryan's seemed to be a lot more outspoken than he actually was, which she didn't think was possible. But the message was starting to come across. If the most powerful part of his mind was saying it, then it must be true. Her mate, Ryan the human, loved her more than anything and would never leave her.

A bright smile worked its way across her face as she dove at Superego and pulled him into a powerful hug. "Thank you. You've really opened my eyes." With that she released him and took a few steps back. "I need to get going. I owe a certain someone an apology."

Superego nodded, "Damn right, you do. Now get the hell out of here." Just as she was about to leave, he raised a hand, stopping her in her tracks. "And one more thing! Stop being so fucking self-conscious. You're one of the brightest minds this land has probably ever seen and you're one of the prettiest aliens we've ever seen. That is all."

She looked up as she ran through a list of ponies that had accomplished more than her. "I wouldn't say that I'm the smartest. I mean; There are so many other ponies that have-"

"God dammit, would you just take the fucking compliment, woman!"

Twilight, taking that as a sign to leave, closed her eyes tight and upon opening them again found herself standing in her dining room alone. Her head shot around in all directions, scanning the area for her mate. "Ryan; are you here?" She called out as she started walking aimlessly around the castle. "I just wanted to say I was sorry for doubting you. I never should have, I should have trusted you from the beginning." Still no response. "Hello?"

The sound of footsteps breached her ears, like someone was coming up behind her. Before she could turn around to figure out who it was, Ryan's voice yelled out before his hairless form tackled her to the ground.

"Naked Tackle!"

Author's Note

Yay for psychology! I hope you all learned a little bit here. However, I highly doubt the merging of you Ego and ID is possible in any way shape or form. But, this is a fictional story so I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it!
Now if you'll excuse me, my brain feels like someone just stuck a knife in it. I need to go lay down for a few hours. Let me know if I botched something up on here, my head's a bit too fuzzy for editing.
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