(Requested)

Angst!

(ugh i hate myself but what if Lance had multiple identity disorder??? and he never told anyone????)

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"You don't know how I feel!" I screamed, slamming against the wall. "You don't know what I'm going through, and most of all, you're a goddamn liar, Lance! Why are you doing this?" He didn't say anything with downcast eyes, and just stood, turned on his heel, then left. I chased after him and grabbed his arm.

"Don't you have anything to say?" I shouted, pulling on his sleeve. "Don't you have anything to say?" He wheeled around and yanked his arm away, brown eyes glaring at me, pools lit up with utter ferocity. I flinched, pulling back a little. He raised his hand and I closed my eyes, preparing for the slap to come. It never did.

Soon, he was at my feet, groveling and sobbing. I was shocked. Not even a few seconds ago he was enraged, completely blown over with some sort of anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He kept repeating that for the next few minutes, despite my efforts to try and calm him down.

"It's okay, it's okay," I murmured, frightened at his reaction. "Everything will be fine, sweetie." After an hour, he'd cried himself to sleep, laying on the floor. I knew I couldn't lift him, so I just draped a blanket over the boy and let him rest, slipping a pillow under his head.

"I need to tell the others."

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"This might be a case of dissociative identity disorder." I raised an eyebrow and leaned forwards, elbows resting on my knees.

"How can you be so sure?" Shiro looked up, eyebrows furrowed, face in a noticeable frown.

"I've had experience with the symptoms. I've had to have a degree in psychotherapy in order to become a Commander, dealing with all the craziness that goes up in space, preventing each other from going insane. Quite a few of my colleagues had grown a few different 'friends' of their own without them even knowing."

Allura seemed particularly fazed, her face displaying one of pure horror and shock at what was being explained.

"But Lance couldn't have, right? He's always such a chill guy. I've known him for a long time and I honestly don't think he could have..." Hunk commented, wringing his hands together. "But I don't want it to be true. I'm not the one with the degree, and I don't know about this. Maybe we'll have to gather more evidence." Pidge nodded and started to hack away at her computer.

"I've actually set up a pretty small robot that can lift things almost 100 times its weight, and it has a camera attached to it. With that, we can scout in Lance's room, since he's asleep." Everyone quickly gathered around as Pidge sent the robot to do the work, quietly scuttling across the floor, and into the paladin's room.

"Okay, we're in. Where should I look first?" Hunk hummed and pointed to the drawers.

"Look there. It's usually where people put stuff that they don't want anyone to know about." Pidge's robot crawled in, but only found empty candy wrappers and guitar chips.

"Nope." Keith, who had been quiet all this time, perked up.

"Under his pillow."

"Why would we look there?" He shrugged and looked back at the screen.

"Just a hunch." Pidge fixed her glasses and huffed.

"Worth a shot." The small mechanical pet flipped over Lance's blue pillow, and sure enough, a journal was uncovered.

"Bring it here."

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I took the leather book from the small claws of the robot and felt it. It was a full grain leather covered journal, with a maroon bookmark ribbon just peeking out of the middle, and worn white pages inside, completely filled with tiny sticky parting slips.

I cracked it open and could not believe my eyes. There were pages and pages of journal entries, all in completely different handwriting. I looked at the names signed at the bottom, Percy, Grayson, Oscar, Randy, John, Eugene, Cody, and Steven.

8 different split personalities.

8 that we, people that have been with Lance for the past 4 years, have not discovered.

"Oh my god..." Everyone had the same thoughts as I read the entries in order, just the first eight.

Grayson:

It's fun being up here in space. I don't have to worry about anything anymore. No homework, no nothing. My friends are nice too. But I wonder how everyone is down on that little blue planet. Too bad they're not here with me. They should've been here. Of course, I don't particularly miss them anyways, since I have my best friends up here with me. All of them are my best friends. I love Shiro, (Y/N), Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and even Keith. They're my bestest of best friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. F r i e n d s.

Percy:

I'm alone, we're all alone. We're all alone in space, no matter how full we feel. We all are alone. I hate it. Why did I come here? How come everyone else is happy? I want to be happy. I want to cry. I want to scream, please, someone help. I don't want to fight. Every time, every fight, I just break a little bit more. I want the war to all stop, I want time to stop. I need fresh air, everyday we breathe recycled waste, where does it even come from? There aren't trees, there isn't anything up here in space. I want Earth I want to be home, I just happened to go, and if i hadn't gone, I wouldn't be here, and if I hadn't activated the lion, we wouldn't be here, what am I doing? There's just so much out there and I wan

The note ended there, with a large, black mess of a scribble and several tear stains. I flipped the page, coming on to more jagged writing.

Oscar:

They're all asleep. No one is here. No one will be able to see what' I've done, oh this is fantastic. Truly, spectacularly fantastic. Project 2B Beta 4 will come along according to plan. Everything will advance, everything will change, and I'll be the epitome of it all. I've already gotten a hair from everyone, those insolent, naive brats, then I'll be on my way shortly. I'll have to inform the hierarchy of what I've done, and it'll be glorious, utterly glorious. Just me, Oscar. Oscar and no one else. What a good boy Oscar is, they'll say. Yes I am. I am a good boy. I am a good boy and I deserve all the praise in the world. Oscar is the ONLY good boy.

Randy:

Should I take it? No, I can't possibly do that to the poor old paladins. Aw, it's cute. (Y/N) even called me Lance today. It's great, you know, being other people. Since they'll all want to be me anyways. I'm not conceited, nor am I a retard, nor am I gay, a faggot, or narcissistic. Everyone will bow to me, and only me. They'll worship me like the lord that I am, and if they disobey, I'll have the right to slice their heads off clean with the sword. I've peeked into their rooms, thanks to the help of Oscar, and I saw a broadsword in Allura's room. That will make a very nice scepter.

The last pages were all either crinkled, burnt at the edges, or written messily, but I could still decipher it.

Eugene:

i want to go now

trees outline a horizon

goodbye, dearest friends

I rapidly flipped through the book, and saw no more entries of Eugene. Almost bursting out into sobs, I forced myself to continue reading.

Cody:

I mean like wow, everything is super pretty! I got this journal last year, so I really didn't know what to expect. Never really had a use for it until now, but I made a lot of new friends! I didn't even get to know Eugene very long, but I guess he left to go someplace else. At least that's what he told me. But he doesn't call me anymore, which is weird. Man, I miss Eugene. He and I used to be best friends. The others aren't as nice. John is a little crazy, Randy obviously has inferiority complex, and Oscar is kinda scary. But I mean my other other friends which I can actually see are nice. Allura's really pretty and Keith and Shiro are great. Pidge, Hunk, and (Y/N) are people I can count on. It's gonna be fun being the paladin of a lion. I never really liked lions until now. All I see is blood around their mouths like the blood on my wrists and hands. Fingers too. But I kinda feel bad for that one guy running the shop. He was nice, gave us Kaltenecker, but I had to dispatch him. Ah, sorry dude. Shoulda spent your time more wisely.

Steven:

What was I doing? I sort of blacked out for a second. Ah, schizophrenia's kicking in again. Damn, I'll have to take my medication. Two pills, two pills again. Always two pills, never more. If I take more, I'll risk my health and we wouldn't want that, would we? It seems like it never ends. One minute I'm blacking out, the next I'm back in my own body again. Need to figure out how to stay longer. It seems that when I... take no pills, I stay for longer, though I lag, I do stay. Just need to figure out how to keep the others away.

Finally, the paladins and I reached the eighth page, the entry from the final new person.

John:

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"Pidge, get that." She nodded and shakily typed it into her computer. I heard a gasp behind the screen and looked over.

"What? What happened, Pidge?" She whipped the screen, glasses reflecting the light, hiding her now scared, wide, golden eyes.

"Humanity will perish."