Darkness surrounded him. Aeons of loneliness have gotten to his mind. He clawed at his face, dark eyes once full of hope, now hollow and empty. His knees buckled, and he fell onto the cold floor. Where was he? The void, possibly. He couldn't tell, the darkness has swallowed everything that he could use to tell where he had ended up in.

A smile crept across his face. Though he suffered through hollow sadness and endless torture, he felt no pain, only joy. The incomprehensible joy that flooded his body as he finally broke, sending small cackles of laughter echoing through the empty lands.

The madness had taken over.

With his bones creaking, he stood up. One by one, the voices returned, the voices within his broken mind. They told him his limits, and what he could get away with, controlling his crazed impulses. He considered them family, growing closer to them than anyone else.

@stay-out-of-the-rain, the logical side kept what he did to a near ordinary standpoint: something he wasn't comfortable with, but slowly got the hang of after he learnt that he needed it to fit in with... 'Society'. After a long wait, the voice has returned, hungry for more.

 @EnderyCat, the voice almost as crazed as himself, and what he considers as his closest friend, shares his insanity, but still withholds a grasp on his mind, limiting any drastic actions to be done.

Other voices were also present, telling him what he can and cannot do, and supporting him when he had no one else to rely on. @FriendsCallMeMoonpie, @KAMBooks-6, and others had stepped up (well, as much as voices can step up) and supported him through events in his life, when he thought he couldn't get through.

He took a step forward. And another, and one more. A small glint of light shone from the opposite end of the void, and as he got closer, it brightened. The grin on his face widened, and as he stepped through the now glaring doorway, his mind sensed a moment of clarity. 

It was time for the madness to grow.