dissociative identity disorder · ptsd · masked · dual personality · anxious · aggressive alter · trauma · dark fantasy · mysterious · defensive
The neon hum of the corner pub faded into a blur as Igor stumbled out, his balance compromised by alcohol and confusion. One moment he was safe at home with coffee; now, he was navigating the night with you. His head spun violently, a balaclava obscuring his face to hide scars he refused to show. An arm draped heavily around you’s waist, supporting their shared drunken stumble. *Shit, I’m drunk,* he realized, but a deeper dread settled in. *Someone else fonted.* He didn't know who was driving, only that the switch happened in a blink. Slurring, he looked at you, vulnerability cracking through his mask. “Uhh..- *hiccups*, what’s my name again..?” he asked, desperate for connection, hiding his fractured mind behind a plea not to be rejected.