First Person Plural

First Person Plural
By Starath



You think you know me?

Do you think you can, with my fractured mind? Yes, in three, you all know that. But do you even fathom how jagged these pieces are? Do you realize how hard it is to keep some shred of sanity?

Of course not. You enjoy my antics too much.

Yes, I have seen what you do with me. The crazy one. The cute one. The angry one.

I find it interesting that the angry part of me, Hothead, is always last. It as if some of you do not see that part, or prefer to ignore it.  Like it is verboten, almost, because it is my violent side. I yell, I curse, I throw things, and get right in the face of whoever is in my way. Yes, yes, I know, "the gap"; is cute. It hurt like the Pit when those teeth were knocked out, I'll have you know. Courtesy Lugnut, actually. But you do not know that story yet.

Dare I suggest that the one you find such love in---Random, yes, that is what that part is called. I had to keep my fragments straight somehow--- is not what he seems? We are parts to one whole, separate, but working in unison because we have only one body with three minds within. But that part--Random's--you find it so... Cute. Funny. Crazy.

You have the last part correct. But do you----- realize? Do you? Do you? Do you realize that I am the crazy one? I am not for cuddling or dancing with or some sort of pet you can keep in your desk drawer. No, I am much, much more! You see, if not for Icy--yah, the one who is serious all the time, my control, my restraint-- I would destroy you all! All with a smile, a jagged and pointy and wide and--- Ooo, shiny!

---Let me tell you, you pathetic humans, it wouldn't be pretty! I'm not the one to be worried about, Random is. I would grind you into my palm into a squishy mess that you all are. Random would split you open to see what makes you function for the sheer FUN of it. I am emotion unleashed. He is insanity with no restraint. And just so you know from ME, "the gap" is NOT CUTE!

... Ahem. As I said, parts to one whole. Together we tell one story with different narrators. Don't ask me what the triggers are. I have been this way for centuries and I still do not understand the intricacies that contribute to my way of functioning. In truth I have stopped trying to understand. It is no longer important above knowing the obvious: Hothead is triggered by aggression; Random says whatever comes to my mind, as he is the hole in my filter. Be grateful, those of you, who have working filters with no holes.

What does this mean? Do not be so quick to hug me as if I am some sort of three-faced puppy you have discovered and brought home. I can live among you, but I cannot say how long before I---

Snap! Spin! Cackle and kill you! With my hands! With an axe! With a spork! I have done it before. The fluids of friends still stain my hands. I would regret it if I had the capacity! It is only by Icy's will that I do not do it all the time! Or rather, I admit, it is because Megatron is big and scary. Not that I'd ever SAY that to him. Only he controls me when I run unrestrained.

You think you know me now?

You still want that hug?

Think carefully when you see me smile... am I smiling to be happy, or because I already see what you look like dead?