Not Enough Heads

"Disociative Identity Disorder, or split personality disorder," The therapist began. "This is what you suffer from?"

"Yes," I nod back. "It's... good and bad."

"What makes it good?" The therapist asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well... Sometimes it's nice having other ponies who won't judge you around. Especially when those ponies are good at things you aren't."

"I see... When did you first come across these 'other you's?"

"Well, it was pretty early, almost as long as I can remember." I respond, nervously rubbing my hooves together. "I was at a trade school for mirror crafting. It was a pretty important order I was working on, that served as a 'final exam,' when... I was delivering the mirror to the owner... and-" I felt the tingling in my scalp as my mane faded golden yellow to a dark grey, signifying Greyscale Reflection was taking control. I also felt my control slipping away, there was nothing I could do, really. Every time they decided to show themselves, I had no say in it. "... And..." Greyscale blinked a few times, before he proceeded to break down. In my mental prison, I rolled my eyes and sighed, Greyscale was like me, only more exaggerated. When he was happy he'd be happier, and sad he'd be sadder. I gave him a mental pat on the shoulder. "Thanks Gold," He sighed. "We, uh... don't like to talk about it." Grey explained sheepishly.

"That's ok," The therapist said. "We'll work to it. But right now, it's perfectly fine. So, are you, one of the other Golds?" She asked. He nodded to her.

"Yes... I'm, uh... Greyscale." He replied.

"Gold implied that you and the others had different talents, what is yours?" She asked.

"I'm... not really good at anything..." He replied, shuffling his hooves. She nodded, and wrote something down. I guessed it was a theory on what my story was. I'd love to hear it, because I can't remember any more than that. "I just remember, this feeling of mental imprisonment, but it was preferable to... what ever was happening out side."

"I see," The therapist said, intrigued. I blinked a few times, before realizing Greyscale had gone back down.

"Did I... say any of that out loud?"

In my apartment, the Reflections were doing their favorite pass time: arguing over what I should do. This time it was just about dinner (thank Celestia), but when it's about something else... it never ends well.

"I think we should go get a sandwich or something." Temporal Reflection stated.

"But I want to spice things up! Try something more... exotic!" Shifting Reflection said.

"NO, Shifting, we don't have the money right now. We're gonna stay here, and make a sandwich like Temporal said." I said sternly. Shifting sat on his imaginary Haunches, and folded his forelegs.

"You're the boss, boss." He sighed, passive aggressively. "Can I at least come out and do some shifting?"

"The landlord told you not to 'shift' in the building again." Temporal reminded us.

"Why would he say a thing like that?" Shifting asked,

"Oh... you know, because you turned us into a mare, and went into the mare's room!" I (mentally) shouted at him.

"I don't see the problem with-"

"That's the point! That's why you're not allowed in the building! Because you don't see the problem! Even though you turned us into a mare, we were still a stallion, see the problem now?"

"We were a mare." He said, flatly.

"... with a stallion inside." Temporal argued. I nodded in agreement with Temporal. Shifting sighed.

"You guys are squares."