(DISCLAIMER: I do -not- have a complete understanding of DID and do not declare myself as an expert or even someone who knows a lot about it. I'm currently doing more research for this fic, so it might start off a little off, but I hope it'll get better the more I learn! And if you want to fill me in on anything, definitely leave some comments or DM me on Discord @Kedith##6664 I'd love to learn! <3)

(Also note that this is definitely -not- how DID works, I don't think the alters typically have the ability to host in multiple bodies. This is just a concept I came up with to allow the MCYTs to interact with each other without traveling!)

Something happened. He didn't know- or understand for that matter.. What had happened.. He just knew that one day, he woke up, and all of his friends were gone.

"It's... really difficult to explain.." He muttered when his sister questioned it again.

Clay- more popularly known as 'Dream', was sat upon his bed, his sister; Drista, in front of him. She was sitting on his desk chair, watching him with great concern as he rubbed his temples.

He had a raging headache... "Try.. please..? To explain..?" She tried to press it further upon him.

How could he possibly explain this?

"Two days ago.. I woke up, and my head felt..-" He sighed and shifted to have his back against the wall. This was so frustrating. "-fuzzy. That's the best word I can think of. It's felt fuzzy ever since. It feels like my thoughts are muffled. It hurts."

She nodded slowly and leaned back in his chair, getting slightly startled at how far back it went. It amused him, giving him a slight glimmer of joy amongst all this confusion. He loved seeing people who weren't accustomed to desk chairs freak out when the chair leaned back really far.

"And..?" She returned him to the topic at hand. "You mentioned another thing?"

There went the joy.

"Yeah... I tried to call Sap that day, or Nick, whatever the hell you know him as. Not only did he not answer, but after also trying to call George- I realized that nobody was online. None of them have tweeted, none of them have streamed. None of them have -existed- since before that day." He explained.

He glanced at his phone sitting on his pillow, it was almost eerie to see. It had been silent for days. All he had were confused fans looking for the streamers and youtubers they looked up to.

There was nothing he could do but lie and say they were doing some kind of challenge or test. It was a lame excuse but- what better could he come up with when he himself was panicking?

"Ok.. well then let's check again. Maybe it was an April Fools thing that became a bigger thing than just one day. Maybe it's a joke." Drista tried to reassure him as she scooted her way back to his computer and booted it up.

Clay released a breath, he'd checked a million times but he'd humor her: she was trying to help and he appreciated it. He took his phone in his hands and did just as she did: opened Twitter.

Profile after profile the two siblings looked desperately for a post made after April Third.

Nothing.

... nothing..

No Sapnap. No George. No Wilbur. Tommy. Tubbo. Quackity. Technoblade. Niki. Schlatt. Nothing.

No one.

Then- "Clay! Bad's! Go look at Bad!" She exclaimed, making a motion with her hand as she excitedly looked at her screen.

His hand was actually shaking as he hurried to the man's tweet-

'Sorry for the lack of existence guys! Have been feeling under the weather but don't worry! We'll be back soon <3 Oh and rat says hi. [One Image attached]'

"Shoo for a second. Thank you Drista." He quickly ushered his sister out of the room so he could call Bad. She smiled and nodded, she grabbed Patches from the window and made her way out of the room.

"BAD- sorry sorry if your head hurts like mine I'm sorry-" He quickly apologized after the man answered his Discord call.

"You're alright, your head hurts too? Like it feels...? Uhm...-"

"-fuzzy?"

"Yeah! Fuzzy. There was this moment where it cleared up and I -swear- I could hear George's voice but less than an hour later it came back and it sucks." He explained.

He didn't know if he was relieved or terrified. "I have the same thing. I haven't heard voices really.. Maybe mumbles but nothing that could be identified as anyone I know. Have you heard from anyone since it started?" He questioned.

"Skeppy, he had the same thing too. And I heard from Karl for just a moment, just one message from him. Everyone else is radio silent right now. Maybe start a group call to see what's up?" He offered. Clay nodded slowly. Now that he at least knew that he wasn't insane- maybe a few of them would pick up their phones.

So he waited a moment for Bad to set up the group chat with eight other people- discord only allowed for dm chats to have up to ten people.

"'Allo..?" Tubbo answered. Thank God.

"Tubbo! How are you feeling?" Bad asked the boy- who sounded like he was in bed to be honest.

There was a long pause of silence in the call. Clay could assume that Tubbo was definitely in bed and had fallen back to sleep for a moment. "Oh- yeah I have-" He cut off when his door opened. There was a muffled female voice and some shuffling.

Tubbo muttered something and the door closed again. "I have a headache. For like three days. Tommy, Ranboo and Wilbur do too- I think a few others. I can't rememba'." He explained finally.

So everyone had the same headache, the same fuzzy feeling. "Are you hearing voices..?" Clay questioned curiously, since Bad had mentioned it earlier.

"Ye.. actually, now tha' you mention it.. Ye.. a bit.. I swear I heard Schlatt jus'- screamin'.."

"What the fu-"
"-Language!" Bad cut him off.

"We're not streaming, Bad. Or in the public eye." Clay brushed off his comment.

"CLAY!" George shouted, causing him to yell in response. What the-? Since when did George call him that?

"Dream? Are you ok?" Bad asked.

"What!? George -just- screamed and you're fine!?" He looked down at his phone and realized George wasn't in the call. "I'm gonna be right back actually.." He mumbled as he deafened himself, entirely disregarding their talking at this point.

"George?" He questioned quietly in his empty room. He stood and made his way out of his bedroom. George couldn't be there could he?

"You good?" Drista questioned, she was curled up in the window seat with Patches and her phone.

"Yeah.. Did you hear George?" He asked curiously. She looked at him like he was insane. Which to be fair, he kind of was. He now realized that his head wasn't hurting, but this was different.

"No..? Clay, I think we need to call mom- or go to a doctor or something. Something's obviously wrong. You and your friends have the Minecraft curse or something." She said. It was obvious that she was partially joking, but she had a serious look to her eyes.

He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Clay. Listen to me. I've been doing-" George's voice was cutting in and out, like they were on a call and he was too far away from his mic to hear.

It was obvious that Drista didn't hear the voices so he gave up and retreated back to his room. "I'll call Mom tomorrow." He called back to her before he shut his door.

"-can't hear us George-" Now that was definitely Nick. He was losing his mind.

He was definitely losing his mind. And then he got hit with a wave of lightheadedness and the voices became more and more clear and then- he was in another room entirely.

He was looking at this theater screen that displayed his room. Wait what!?

Right beside him was an armchair with Tommy sitting in it."What the hell!?" He exclaimed as he watched the screen. They looked down at his hands and then his surroundings.

It was like he was watching someone else control him. They pat his pockets, apparently looking for his phone that he'd left on his bed while in a call with Bad and Tubbo. Which they soon discovered.

"'Allo?" His voice spoke in an English accent when they found the phone.

"Dream?" Bad questioned confusedly.

"No this is Tommy- wott do you mean Dream?" His voice spoke- again in an accent.

YOU WHAT!? No way.

"DREAM!" Nick's voice called behind him.

He spun around to see George, Nick and Technoblade- who was actually wearing a pig mask.

George came up and hugged him tightly, and he reluctantly hugged him back, eyes on the other two. "What's going on..? Why is Tommy controlling my body? What is this place?" He asked as he pulled out of the hug.

"Karl said it's like a big house, we're not able to leave it. There's no doors out or anything. This room is some kind of viewing room for your body, there's one for all of us. We've been trying to get your attention for hours." Nick explained as he looked at the screen where Tommy was talking to Tubbo and Bad confusedly.

It was weird to hear his own voice. But Tommy spoke in a clear accent- but in his voice. He didn't know his voice was capable of sounding so- different.

Clay closed his eyes as he tried to process. This was so absurd. "That doesn't answer how Tommy is in my body." He motioned to the boy.

"I can hear you!" Tommy's voice called. The four men looked to the screen where Tommy had muted himself on the call and was just looking at the wall.

"Well then you explain it to me!" He ordered as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wait I can see what you look like-" Tommy realized as he tabbed out of Discord.

"TOMMY!" George, Nick and Clay spoke in unison.

"Fine, fine! I won't!" Tommy chuckled a bit.

"No face reveals. Not until we figure out what's going on." George ordered. The man sighed and motioned for the other three to follow him out of the room so they could talk without Tommy interrupting.

"WAIT IS DRISTA 'ERE!?" They heard as they moved out of the room.

Nick and Techno had to drag Clay out of the room before he killed Tommy.

"Someone tell me what's going on! Please!?" Clay exclaimed once the door was shut. Nick looked around and sighed.

"Look- Dream. I can't get Karl to explain it to you the way he explained it to us. He's sitting in a seat right now. I think he's in his own body. But do you know Dissociative Identity Disorder? Karl said we're in something like that right now. But all of us have our own physical bodies too. It's really weird." Nick tried to explain.

He'd heard of it before. But he'd never done extensive research on it. Nor did he think that an entire group of people could be hit with it all at the same time?

"So. What your saying is, Tommy is in my body right now. Then who's in his?" He asked.

"His body is asleep right now. It's really weird. Nobody has to be there for the body to sleep. But once it wakes up, someone will probably be summoned there." George spoke.

"Yeah, we were talking to Big Q earlier and he randomly was pulled off to take Sapnap's body." Techno moved his hand to shift his mask so it sat on top of his head. The three standing before him had seen his face before so Clay figured the man didn't mind taking off his mask here.

It'd probably be a good idea for him to get a hold of a mask too. Though it wouldn't really make a difference would it? If Tommy was going to be in his body, he was certain that the boy would very quickly look at what he looked like.

"We're trying to see if we can get everyone to lay down and take a nap at the same time so that we can all talk about this. We want to make sure that nobody does a face reveal on you two's accounts." Nick motioned between Clay and Techno, who both nodded seriously.

He was hit with another wave of nausea. "Oh great." He mumbled. He was looking at Nick one second, and the next he was looking at Drista again.

He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes.

"Thank God I'm back-"
"CLAY!? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" Drista screamed at him. Oh.