This is something new I've been working on. I'm just gonna publish the first chapter to see if you guys like it. (Thanks for the idea squeaks)
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I don't remember exactly when it started. A few years ago, I guess.

I remember seeing him for the first time, and thinking I was insane.

But eventually, I warmed up to him, and he warmed up to me.

His hair was brown, slightly spiked but fluffy at the same time. His skin was slightly tannish, like mine but brighter. He had this amazing chiseled smile that still cracks me up almost every time I see it. His eyes were a crisp green, bright and seemingly glowing.

He told me his name was Derp.

"Thats not a real name, that's a nick-name." I had replied.

He smiled again, looking away.

"Yeah, well I HATE my name." He looked back at me.

"Yeah, me too." I mumbled, glaring at nothing in particular.

"Hey... it's alright, I think your name is cute." He chirped.

"I refuse to admit so until you tell me YOUR name." I had said mockingly, crossing my arms and smirking.

He thought for a few minutes.

"I'll let you figure it out on your own." He had said, before dissapearing in the slight moment that I had blinked.

I started to think about him all the time, hear him talk, see him around if I really put my mind to it. It was like there was a whole different person around that no one else could see.

Which essentially... there was.

Being young, I roleplayed very frequently, so I decided to make him one of my characters.

The story and ideas and information that had suddenly opened up to me at that one decision was baffling. I immidiately knew everything about him. He was a part of me. And his name was Issac.

I could see his life, the pain, the suffering, and how he had brushed it all off and rose up like a phoenix out of the ashes.

I saw and traced out every one of his flaws, and sooner or later adapted to them.

It wasn't MY body anymore. It was ours.

I almost forgot who I was.

I became a heartbreaker, a player, a cheater, and a survivor.

I started to draw, and oh how good it felt.. discovering the one thing I was really good at that I never knew for so long was amazing, making me feel like I had a purpose in life.

I drew him, and when I saw that, knew and confirmed that he was there, he was real, he was there, it scared me. Was I insane? Yes. And I accepted that.

Was I fit to live in society? Eh.. probably not, but who cares. Not like I was dangerous.

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In my head, everyone has a color, a symbol, and a metaphor.

The other personalities have colors and maybe a symbol.

Derps color is a bright, forest green.
His symbol is a pair of sunglasses. His metaphor is a rock.

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Lately has been... strange. Derp really, really cares about me. He's pretty much super protective over me and a bunch of the people I rely on. Sometimes the protectiveness is good, and sometimes it causes trouble.

....a LOT of trouble...

I've been thinking alot lately, and I'm starting to question if he's just an imaginary friend. But not only would that be weird, but also freaky, being I'm 14... I dunno. I guess being alone for so long causes someone to go insane.

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And that's that. Lemme know if you would wanna see more :) peace out my dudes.