Multi-Mindcrack

[justicetom]

Ok, so first things first. This is not The Great Disease, and it's been a while since I posted one. That's me just being lazy, sorry. And I've had THIS idea buzzing around for a while. So... This idea sprung out of my mind, fully-formed. (Like Athena out of Zeus' head in Greek Mythology. I love Greek Mythology. I love digressing, too!)Pretty much, the Mindcrackers are just personalities to a crazy guy with multi-personality disorder. Gloomy, I know. So, some background information behind the cut!

So, in this world, there is no Minecraft/Mindcrackers. Mindcrack is not a weird name at all... As I said, no inspiration. It just came to my mind. And that's background info done!


There had always been something different about the child named Mindcrack. His parents were both famous actors, well known in all the right places. They had met when making a movie, and fell in love instantly. They were rich, famous and had a great life. They had never failed to provide Mindcrack with something he wanted. But from the day he was born, something was different about him.

A quiet baby, he did not cry very much. As he grew, his parents and friends often commented on his strange nature, and his vivid imagination. He had always seemed content to just talk to himself, and play games by himself. One day, on the eve of Mindcrack’s sixteenth birthday, his father heard an explosion from where Mindcrack was sleeping. He jumped to his feet and sprinted towards Mindcrack’s rooms, where he was greeted by a strange site. Mindcrack was standing there, with a mask and a bandanna, with what appeared to be several sticks of dynamite crudely bound into a box shape. A lighter in his other hand, he lit the dynamite and threw it on the floor, and ran away, yelling three words.
“Breach breach breach!” Mindcrack’s father was blown backwards, slamming into a wall. He awoke in a hospital bed.

After this event, Mindcrack was taken for extreme therapy. Many doctors and psychologists investigated what gave him the idea for explosions. Finally, they reached a grim conclusion. He was almost completely insane. He had multiple personality disorder, paranoia, anger issues and just general insanity. In essence, they figured out that Mindcrack needed extreme treatment. So they moved him to an insane asylum.

The psychologist sat back, tapping a pencil on his chin.
“So, who are you?” He asked of Mindcrack, looking at the sixteen year-old intently.
“Yo yo yo, GenerikB here! Whaddya want?” Mindcrack asked in a cheerful voice. The psychologist sighed. Not another personality. They had already catalogued the personalities of Guude, BdoubleO, Etho, Vechs and Zisteau. Another one was worrying. Just how many were there? The ‘ordinary’ personality of Mindcrack came out occasionally, as well.

Another month passed, with a total amount of 26 new personalities discovered. It was strange, whenever the personalities chatted to each-other. And in some cases, it was scary. Anderz, the Scandinavian Viking, knew Swedish, when Mindcrack had known no Swedish. Docm77 knew German. Mindcrack modified his voice to each personality, coming out with an excellent German accent for Doc and numerous others. Some of the conversations Mindcrack had with himself were terrifying, discussing topics that Mindcrack could have not possibly have known of.

Over time, people had started to know about Mindcrack. He featured on the News several time, and, over time, an organisation sprung up around him. They called themselves MindcrackLove, or, as one of Mindcrack’s personalities, MCGamer suggested upon talking to them, Salad. It was quite strange, watching an interaction between the ‘Saladers’ and one of Mindcrack’s personalities. He seemed to believe that the Saladers were fans of his, who watched him on the popular video site, YouTube. Several times he went on to suggest that they secretly had fallen in love with one of his personalities.


One day, the resident psychologist entered Mindcrack’s room to find nothing but an empty space.
“Hello? Where did you go?” He asked nervously, hoping against hope that he had hidden himself somewhere. Suddenly, he heard a chilling voice behind him.
“Who, me? What do you want with me?” The voice was instantly recognizable as the personality of Nebris. The psychologist went to turn, but was stopped. A knife appeared at his throat.

“Well, well, well. I wouldn’t turn around if I was you. You came to kill me, didn’t you? That’s all you wanted. Ever.” Nebris (It was almost impossible to think of him as Mindcrack in this situation) sounded. The psychologist gulped, and a part of his brain dispassionately noted that it was either just Nebris, or paranoia. Or both.

“No, Nebris! Stop it!” Came the voice of the ninja, Etho. The knife retracted from the psychologist’s throat, and he sighed in relief.
“Etho, why? He wanted to kill us. I know it.” Nebris responded angrily. A small sigh was heard as the psychologist slowly stepped away from Mindcrack’s body as he argued with himself. Mindcrack stepped into the room, as the psychologist scurried out. He slammed the door shut, walked away and looked to the side.

“Ma’am, I’m afraid your son’s condition is… worse than it appears.” He stated, looking at the woman. She was quiet for a moment, then asked,
“In what way?” She asked, nervously.
“I’m afraid, Mrs Boulderfist, that your son will display murderous traits in certain personalities.” He stated gently. She opened her mouth to reply when they heard a bang on the door. The psychologist headed back, to see what was wrong with Mindcrack. When he got close enough, he heard the voice of Avidya saying,
“Hey, can we get some food in here? I’m starving!” The well-modulated voice stated. The psychologist shrugged, and then walked towards the kitchen area, planning to get some food for himself.

A different psychologist walked through the door. He was calm, confident and not afraid. Even hearing about the troubles that Nebris had posed, he wasn’t frightened in the slightest. He stepped forwards, eyeing the man sitting there.

“So, who are you?” He asked of Mindcrack, who was sitting there, almost as if he were waiting. “But for what?” The psychologist asked himself. He mentally shrugged, putting it out of his mind. Mindcrack grinned, his gums showing.

“Welcome backa to the crazy warda!” The voice of Zisteau stated. Suddenly, the psychologist was frightened. “How did he know that he was insane?” It was extremely rare for a patient to know he was insane. And if Mindcrack knew that, it wasn’t good. In this case, the patient, in this case Mindcrack, was likely to become angry (More than he was already, at times) and develop an increased murderous intent. Suddenly, Mindcrack’s features changed. A glare appeared, and his face twisted.

“So, what are you doing here? Analysing us? Finding out what makes us tick? Wanting to rid poor, innocent Mindcrack of us? His own friends? His only friends?” MC asked, an uncustomary angered tone revibrating through his voice. The psychologist stepped back, in fear.
“N-no! We just want to help you!” He stuttered. MC rolled his eyes.
“Help him away from us, you mean?”
“No…” He murmured, realising what MC meant.
“Lies. You shouldn’t lie, you know.”
“You’re one to talk. You are a lie! Just an imaginary creation in Mindcrack’s mind.” The psychologist retorted, angered.
“Just an imaginary creation, huh? I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Can an ‘imaginary creation’ do this?” MC said, leaping forwards and punching the psychologist. He sat back, hand going to his mouth. MC ran past him, into the outside world. The last thing the psychologist heard him say was two words.
“We’re free!”

Comments

[hawser]

Veeeery Noice and interesting!

[justicetom]

Thanks!

[(Anonymous)]

I absolutely love this idea!
(mostly because i'm think i'm sorta like that but not really)

Can't wait till the next part(if there is any)!

Oh and by the way i think you forgot to tag Avidya

[justicetom]

A next part? Well, if you insist. .. :P

[(Anonymous)]

Yes! It's an awesome idea!

[bookworm2692]

I love it! Poor Mindcrack... It's starting to make me think that maybe we are insane... But whatevs. I don't care if I'm insane, as long as I get more mindcrack! This mindcrack or the real one, I don't care! Nice job, Tom

[justicetom]

Thanks. And my theory is that everyone is insane, but the insane people are actually the sane ones. That's a fun theory :D

[bookworm2692]

I'm normal, it's everyone else that isn't. That sort of idea?

[justicetom]

Well, are you considered insane by other people? Because, if so, you'd be the sane one, while everyone else is insane.

[bookworm2692]

Well. Depends on your definition, really

[ex_writeitinsharpie308]

We all are insane inside!
(Interusting Idea! You gonna continue?)

[curlycue]

Great idea, but there are a couple of things you should know. First, there is no such thing as "general insanity". Each disorder is different, and has different effects. Second, there are no longer insane asylums. Those were back in the day. Now there are long-term residential treatment centers. (I know, long name, but I find it much less demeaning than the term "insane asylum"). Also, in those residential treatment centers, patients have no access to anything that could hurt themselves or anyone else, because that is the reason they are put into the treatment centers in the first place. Mindcrack would not have been able to get a knife into his room. I have several people in my family with mental disorders, including paranoia, severe depression, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (the real kind, not the stereotypical kind), autism, and some that were never diagnosed because of the situation. Also, I find it a little offensive to call yourself insane (or, by your theory, sane) when you have never been diagnosed with one of these life-impacting disorders. Mental illness is not a term to be used lightly, because several people in my family have died from it and I refuse to let it become the stigma some people are making it. I hope this doesn't come across as mean, I just find this to be a sensitive subject for me, and I wanted to give you some pointers.

[justicetom]

Thanks for the tip. First off, general insanity was used to get my point across. This is an AU, so there are insane asylums. Mindcrack had gotten out of his room, to get the knife. How? I have no idea. My theory is just that, a theory. And, it could be true. But if it was true, our version of sanity would be sane, even if it was truely insanity. I understand that it's a very horrible, and I feel for your pain. But, again, thanks for the pointers.

[justicetom]

Just to make it more clear, general insanity is a literary device. I could have listed a large amount of things, but, because I wasn't inclined to, I just told you that he was insane. I didn't go into detail, for too many reasons to list.

[yaoi15]

Love love LOVE. There needs to be a follow up to this :D