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Split (Book Idea)

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"I'm not crazy, they're real! All of them!" Sean screamed as he was dragged further towards the entrance of the mental institution and away from Signe.

She bit her lip as he was forced away, but refused to help him much to his confusion.

"Sure, a cat masked magician, psycho with a knife, red jumpsuit clad super hero with a blue mask, german Doctor, purple haired zombie, silent movie guy, and terrible trick shot YouTuber exist in your house and look exactly like you." The psychiatrist scoffed, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"They're real! Chase, Anti, Schneep, Jameson, Robbie, Marvin, Jackaboy-Man!" Sean called out desperately.

They all walked alongside him silently, the looks in their eyes begging him to trust them.

"You'll fit in just fine here." The psychiatrist promised the Irishman as he had him change into a sterile white jumpsuit before throwing him into a padded cell with two other men, one with short brown hair and another with raven black hair.

Both had brown eyes and were already dressed in white jumpsuits, neither one restrained by straight jackets much to his concern.

"What's wrong with me?" Sean whispered to himself as he slumped to the white padded floor in defeat, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"I'm sorry." Chase apologized meekly.

"Ve can't risk being seen." Schneep added.

"Even Signe thinks you're crazy." Anti sneered.

"Shut up!" Jackaboy-Man snapped at the demon.

Robbie was silent as he curled up next to Sean, rubbing his head against his leg comfortingly.

Jameson shrugged in reply, not knowing how to help since he couldn't speak.

"Wait, are you a Split?" The brown haired man asked hopefully, causing Sean to look up at him and away from the others surrounding him.

"A what?" Sean repeated in confusion.

"Someone who has multiple clones or egos." The black haired man explained hastily.

"Y-yeah, I think." Sean stammered, unsure if he could trust the two strangers.

"Welcome to the club then." The brown haired man laughed mirthlessly.

"I'm Thomas by the way, this is Mark." He added, introducing himself and the other man.

"What does being a Split mean? Why am I here?" Sean asked the two, hoping to get answers to explain why he saw clones of himself in his house daily and could talk to them with no one else seeing them.

"The clones of you are your personalities or egos that come from the Mindscape. They are only seen by their originator unless they choose to make themselves shown to others. And no, they're not ghosts, they're you...kinda." Mark interjected.

"Why didn't they show themselves then so I didn't have to be sent here against my will?" Sean huffed in irritation, shooting flares at the egos gathered around him.

"Wish I knew. Thomas and I have been here for years, and we still haven't been able to convince anyone to let us go." Mark admitted.

"This doesn't make any sense." Sean muttered, shaking his head in confusion. 

"Lesson number one," Thomas spoke up, shooting Sean a crazed grin.

"Nothing in the life of a Split makes sense."

Don't know what made me think of this, but hey, it's a thing I guess.