{ S I D E S }

//-// 5 //-//

       {During last chapters ordeal}
Artist sat there in a room only holding a spare bed and an old vanity, thinking. The voices echoed in their mind, the war raging on as usual. Suddenly they felt as if something hit their head, only to look around and find nothing.

They closed their eyes after a bit, only to open them back up to see a white void in front of them. They looked around before hearing a dreadfully familiar voice.

"Hello, Artist." Controlence said louder than they had ever heard it talk.

"Why did you bring them here?" Artist could hear Sub-concious complain

"Oh shut it will you! Can't I talk to the host once and now? It's not like I'm hurting them!"

"You are hurting them! Saying what you say hurts them emotionally!" Sub-concious said angrily.

Two figures that resembled Artist appeared in front of them. One seeming to be made out of some light source and the other being made out of shadows.

The two bickered and fought before Artist broke the two up, "Why am I here?" They asked confused

Sub-concious looked over at Controlence, "You didn't even tell them? What kind of voice are you?" It scolded looking over at Artist, sighing "Controlence brought you here for you to pick a side; for your mind to stay in one piece requires this. Hear us out though."

Controlence stepped forward, smiling. "Why you should pick my side? Because, I know everything you've done wrong. You wouldn't want to be commanded and that incident getting around, now would you? I'm also more powerful than it" Controlence pointed to Sub-concious "So that's a clear reason."

"Hey! What evidence supports that? I've always been there for Artist at least! I've always been there when you would push them to the ground! If they chose my side then their mind will be at peace and will have a stronger fight against the orders." Sub-concious argued

Controlence snickered, "You  don't have much to go on either! And if Artist just gave in to the orders and did them they wouldn't be in this situation, fighting them just puts them in a worse spot then they already are!"

As the two started fighting the white void started cracking between them, a mixture of brightness and darkness emiting from the crack. Artist fell to the ground clutching their ears.

"Stop! Stop fighting! Please! I can't choose with all this fighting!" They tried to yell but the two voices were louder than their own.

Throbbing pain hit them over and over again as the ground split more and more. Suddenly there was silence as the stuff that was emitting from the crack filled the void. The two voices looked around as, on their respective sides, the void was now half dark half light. They stood speechless as Artist stood looking around. It seemed their brain had split itself.

Artist suddenly awoke back in the room but something was different. The voices seemed to be gone for now and all pain was gone. When the guards came and escorted them out to hear the queens final decision Artist wasn't excited. Something wasn't right. Something was going to go wrong. The split might've just split their fate in this disaster.

What had the voices said again?