*And then... in the end... Bryan woke up in Putnam Psychiatric Hospital.*

(((Shut up you stupid clown fiesta)))

***Fausto a.k.a El Zorro returns from the dead and takes control of [REDACTED] and transcends into [##D##T##], an omnipotent being.***



*End of story.*

I used this account and pretended to have DID. I joined servers meant for DID systems with no intention of telling the truth. I didn’t believe I had DID, and I knew what I was doing wasn’t right—I was simply bored. The people here connected with a version of myself that didn’t really exist, and I regret that. Then again, I’ve done worse—and in those servers, many people were faking themselves too, myself included.

But now… now I’m not so sure.

And besides—this isn’t my sword!!! OMG IS THAT A METAL GEAR RISING REFERENCE?!!

(...The silence is broken. A cold wind blows, rain falls, and the voices in my head are getting louder)

"I think it’s time for Jack..."
"...To jack off!"

(------RIPPER MODE INTENSIFIES------)

Where are you? And why aren't we friends anymore?

I'm going to miss you Bryan, take care.

screaming voices in the night, voices in my head, flames shoot out of the faucets, the walls are closing in, the books on the shelf started talking, you run out the door but the doors are slamming, dont take the elevator its raining blood, you are trapped in this maze, you are prey for my mind games. You are a victim now

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