(Should've done this perspective in the actual story.....)

     Is it weird to feel like the side character of your own life? Blue seems to agree with me, but no one else really cares. Why do I feel left out? I'm always in control of my own choices, why am I feeling this way now? I feel this way because no matter what happens, I'm still a freak! The world should've burned for the way it treats me! I hate the way they look at me, it's scary. Their attention unnerves me. We could all be friends if they got to know me! But meeting all of them would take so long, and that'd be so much socializing.... I'd rather just stay where I am and ignore the world.

It wasn't always like this. There was only three at that point. I never knew my real name, I only have the ones that he gave me. I don't think anyone really cared, except him. Yellow remembers the orphanage a lot more than I do. His face is blurry to me....... but I remember how he loved the color purple. And how he always talked about dinosaurs. His name was Barney. He was my friend, my companion, he abandoned me, I miss him, did he ever really care?

Red. Barney called me Red. Then he named Yellow and Blue, the primary colors. Other ones appeared later, and Barney liked to name them after colors. It made me feel like I mattered. Like all of me mattered. All the other kids thought I was weird, but Barney treated me just the same. I can remember the accent that he picked up from one of the people working there. It sounded stupid. I think it was cute how he copied the worker. Was he upset when I laughed? I didn't mean it. Of course I did, it has way too many s sounds.

I don't think the adults realized there was something wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me! I have all these different me's in my head. I feel like it'd be really lonely if it was just me. People in white coats came to the orphanage, once. They were there to make sure everyone is healthy. They're the ones who found out that Barney was blind in one eye. Then it was my turn. I didn't want them to touch me! They scared me! I told them that, and they were confused about my rage and fear existing at the same time. They started asking questions. I rarely answered them. I answered about every other question. I just glared.

     Then they asked me a really weird question. "Who am I speaking to?". I paused at that. What were that asking me? I am talking to them. "I am, Red. Who else would be speaking to you? No, wait, you don't deserve an answer for poking me so much! I'm sorry that Purple doesn't like you, he doesn't mean it.
P-Please just leave me alone....", I rambled on. I couldn't just stop talking, I needed to say my full answer even if it's long. I'll be mad if you cut me off. Maybe I should've only said one thing. I remember the look that they gave me...... it's the one that everyone except Barney gives me. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!

They wanted to take me away. They think I'm weird because of how I think in different ways at the same time. It's not my fault! How was I suppose to know that this isn't normal? I've always been this way. The people took my away. Hothead took me away from my home, and away from Barney. That trailer didn't even try to help me! He didn't know they were taking me until I was already gone.

It was so..... white, where they took me. Everything was bland and color less. They said that they were going to make me better, but what's even wrong with me in the first place? It was weird being the youngest in that place. They were all adults, but I was only ten. I hated it. I hated everything about the asylum. That's what it was called. All the group session 'talks'. All of the 'training' and 'testing'.

But the pills were the worst. They made me take them every for the time that I was trapped in that place. After a few weeks, I just woke up one day. And it was dead silence. I couldn't hear myself. I do remember screaming. I can't just be Red. I'm more then Red. I was all gone. Where did I go. I'm screaming, tearing at my hair as white blurs rich around me. They pull my hands away from my face. I scratch and claw at their arms as they try to shut me up. Thick cloth is tied around my mouth, muffling my screaming. I can't hear! Why can't I hear!? The silence deafens me! I can't stand being alone! Let me go!

     My arms were bound for a few days. I lost my voice after the second, when I started coughing up blood. I did nothing. I remember being force fed the pupils and whatever the food was made out of. It tasted like dirt. I just layer in a heap for most of the day. I don't know how long I was in that place. I didn't care, either. I talked to myself sometimes, but it seemed like I had nothing to say. I was empty.

By the time I connected the dots, I was the same size as most of the people there. I don't know my age anymore, but I must of been close to twenty. That's when I finally realized what the pills were for. They had 'fixed' me. The next time I given pills, I stuck my figures into the back of my throat and forced myself to throw up into the toilet. I made sure that I wasn't caught. Then I waited. I just wanted to be myself again. It had been so long since I felt happy, or scared, or angry. I was just numb.

It was the morning of the third day after I started vomiting up the pills. I woke up to a whisper running through my head. I was afraid to talk...... they didn't want me to come back. I was Blue. When the people in the white coats came to get me that morning, they were surprised to find me crying. They were used to me being almost unresponsive, but I was crying that day. "I-I miss Barney..... I miss the sun and a-and outside. No one cares about me now", I sobbed. I've been trapped here for so long, and without anyone to talk to.

     The people in the white coasts assumed that I was finally getting better. I stopped crying, and soon Red was talking with the people. They didn't know that Blue was their, in the background of my head. After a few tests, that I handled, the white coats deemed me 'stable'. They thought my extra personalities were gone, and that me finally responding was a sign of my healing mind. They were wrong. Blue is back, so the rest of me must be on the way.

     The mean people thought I should be rewarded. With that idea in my mind, I heard another voice "I get to go outside!?", I say in amazement. It's Yellow. I'm here! Did you miss me? I missed all of you! I was so scared that I wasn't coming back. This is great! Everyone else will be back soon, and I'm never taking those pills again! I don't want to disappear....

     At that moment, an explosion rocked the building. I'm thrown off of my feet as other patients scream around me. So annoying! Can't everyone scream in terror somewhere else!? Purple! You're back! Of course I'm back! Now get up! I don't wanna get up, everyone else is running, and that's too much work. I don't care why everyone else is afraid. C'mon Green! People are people, and we could be friends with them all! Pink, be logical. We're better off on our own. As my head fill back up with my own voices, our body still lies on the floor with people running around me.

    Knowing I'm not alone finally gives me the chance to think. Yellow is happy and energetic, Pink is the girly version of me, Purple just hates everyone, but who is Red? Am I just a combination, or someone else? I don't feel the same as Green or Blue. Barney once made a list. He said I was brave, and that Red is protective and strong. Red doesn't cry or get mad. I am Red, aren't I? I need to get up. I quickly push myself off of the ground, finally hearing the yells and hollers that have been coming closer. I quickly look around and see that many of the other patients are huddled against the wall of this room that I'm in. Red is protective, I am strong, I can stand up for myself when others can't. But Red doesn't function alone.

     "Don't just stand there! Help me barricade the door", I order the patients, Purple helping me with the wording. This isn't the time to be gentle. My sharpness snaps a few of them into action, mostly because some of nurse speak to us the same way. They help me as we stack chairs and tables against the doors. "Look for any weapons that you can find, we're going to need them", I say next. The white coats have already run for the hills, or they're dead. All of the remains patients are now listening to me, scavenging around for anything that we could use. Asylums don't have a lot of weapons lying around.

     But I do find a box full of empty syringes. Purple has me take two before Pink tells me to divide the rest amongst everyone else. "Ok everyone, make sure you stay with the group. None of us will make it out of this if we don't work together. I don't care about any arguments you may of had in the past, there're not my probable man's not important", Green speaks, "Focus on what's happening right now". The all nod, becoming braver with my own courage.

     Loud banging suddenly starts coming from the other side of the barricaded door. A few of the people whimper as the pile of furniture shakes. Blue insanity searches for an escape. There's a window, I can get out through the window! I run forward and smash the glass high up on the wall. "Come on, I can boost people up!", I yell at them. Another patient puts themselves across from me as others uses about hands and a step ladder. With Yellow's energy, Purple's raw strength, and my own protectiveness, it doesn't take long at all to get a little over ten people out of the window. I also make the person helping me go though.

The door finally bursts open as I'm trying to climb up. I had overheard people gossiping about a possible war, but I didn't think that they were true. But now I know that the war has just begun. I hoist the last bag of supplies not my shoulder as blue figures start to swarm the room. We already grabbed any food that we could find. I'm only half way put the window when something grabs onto my ankle. I yelp, before growling and swinging around to face them. Much to Pink's dismay, Purple and Red plunges the needle into the squid's arm and drags it through the slimy skin.

     That was the rust time that I've ever hurt anyone. It made me feel powerful. I found out how to protect myself and others that night. I revealed in the feeling of power and control. Control over my own life is something that I'd never had before. It was exhilarating. I'm sure how many of the blue freaks I killed in that village. It was a village that was being attacked. My group fought out into the forest with any weapons or loot we could find. A few people didn't make it, a few other people got dragged with our group. We found sanctuary in a large jungle,to the east. No one followed us into the jungle.

     I came to a decision that day. If the world had stopped  caring about us, surely the world wouldn't be surprised to find us fighting back. I would make my own home for the worlds rejects, and I would do it by force. Cooperation has gotten me nowhere for the last nine years of my life. I'm going to fight back.

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I'm soaked with water as the rain continues to fall. My clothing sticks to my skin, but I don't really feel it. Momentary silence envelopes my mind as I stare with an unblinking gaze. Oh How different things used to be. I don't know which is better, the guild, or my current situation. I vote Guild. I think now is better. Nothing beats the time before the white coats, the time when he was still alive and safe.

     That's true. Here I am, standing in the rain, staring at an obsidian grave. A part of me appreciates the durable stone that won't wear down. The rest of me can't comprehend what's in front of me. Barney's dead. And Sky was there, but he didn't protect him. I would've protected him. Barney should've been able to fend for himself, becoming a solider and all. I slap my own face with that last comment. The sting helps me concentrate on my own thoughts. I know that it's been so long since I've seen him, but now I never will again. The grief hurts less this way.

     At least I finally figured out what those weird potions were for in the first place. I know now that they were never meant to be kept in the asylum. I don't know who made them, but they were suppose to go to the castle. Those potions were made for the dead King and Queen to use on people who might have known the truth about Sky, and his brother. Most people weren't told the real story, but I've always gone into places were I'm not supposed to be. I'm not mad at Sky for pretending. I'm furious at Sky for what happened in that throne room. I probably would have done the same, if I had a sibling.

     I guess things will just have to...... be, for now. GoldenEye is entering an age of peace, Liblicen is staring a civil war with a group of sorcerers and hybrids, the continent to the east is finally getting the mob problem sorted out, and the southern continent is still as mysterious as ever. I'm not sure what happens after this, but the story is not over. There is no ending, or beginning, it just is. It's strange to think that this world only exists when people are staring at the pages. They should know by that stories are infinite, and never truly over. I just hope this story has a good ending, because it hasn't happed yet.