Meet Fred.

Fred isn't dead.
But if he was still in control of hid mind he would probably wish he was.

Fred had a great job and successful life.
I didn't say he was happy.

In order to maintain his high level of success, Fred stretched, strained, and basicaly put his body and mind through a wringer no human could endure for long..
Fred had a nervous breakdown.
At this point his main personality decided to take a hike and investigate the idea of reincarnation as a brine shrimp.

Unfourtunatly for the rest of Fred this left the body without a guiding force...a soul.

You know all those little quirks that you have? The ones that not even your shrink knows about? The ones that are small enough to ignore, but you just listen for the hell of it? Like "Microwave and cutlery should never mix', "Flush the cat down the toilet", "Go and study!" or maybe something as simple as
"Rice can be your friend if you give it a chance."
Fred's body was in good shape. His mind on the other hand had a large vacancy in the soul department. Out came the neuroses, the twitches, the voice of good and evil.
And there was a great battle.

Fred's boss on the other hand thought that the guy knawing desk and speaking in 15 different tongues was a complete phsyco, and promptly had him thrown in a nice little padded cell, which was later listed in the company records as an:
"Extended Paid Vacation".

Eventually the warring personalities killed themselves off.
Good and evil canceled each other out after turning the subconcious into something resembling post-nuclear Hiroshima.
. Depression commited suicide.
Cheerfulness was ambushed by a sudden attack of the grouchies and torn limb from limb.
And yes, even Fred's inner child was a casualty,mowed down by Road Rage in the prime of his life
Out of the fragments of Fred's mind came the four personalities that were too weak to participate in the war, but smart enough to watch, laugh and occasionally throw bottles at some poor shmuck getting torn to shreds.

There was the Normal guy, a....well....normal guy, generally seen in Fred's head as the voice of reason and therefore something to be ignored.
There was the stupid guy, an inner child so far round the bend that you could of used him to get the cork out of a wine bottle.
There was the evil guy, the type that you would think could of started this entire process of mental breakdown just so he could have a laugh.
Finally there was the smart guy, who didn't say much, but when he did, you wished he'd shut-up.

Once Fred's body stopped throwing fits they released it. But none of these leftover, half witted personalities had any idea of how to operate a body in their own minds, much less with someone else's. They agreed to let the auto pilot take over, which basically consisted of Fred's body sitting around, gibbering and doing the bare necessities to survive. Occasionally they would let one of themselves take it out for a spin. Otherwise the four persons watched this new world before them unfold with a feeling of awe and intrigue.
It wasn't long before they started talking about it.
The normal guy discovered relationships and soon became the person who would normally run the body.
The Evil guy would look up bomb making techniques and grow poisonous 'shrooms in the basement during his days in command.
The smart guy spent his time studying.
And the Stupid guy,
well he just sat there and was stupid.

This is what's inside your head. This is the inner voices that eventualy channel through the subconcious, and get caught in the filter.
The unwanted, the Homocidal, the outcasted voices that no...sane person... would ever listen too.
But now you'll get to find out what would happen if you didn't have any choice

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