Yes, Timberdoodle to be precise, on with the madness.

"Not again..." I say... wait, I can think?

And its... I? Not you? Where's Logic? Why am I back in this mindscape?

"Silly little mouse, he's right there, in the left side of your skull. Urge is sitting next to him." The voice from before says.

Is that the voice from before? It's every word sounds like a different person.

"I am Madness. Good to meet me, isn't it? I'm the one those two little fools are trying to keep all locked up. However, you've been a very naughty Ego, haven't you? A flippy floppy little whore." Madness spits these words at me, leaving me confused as to its intent and meaning.

"When you were being remade, those lovely ladies gave you a choice of cores to pick from, do you remember which one you picked?" It asks, it's glee ringing in each syllable.

"Arcane." I answer. "What are you getting at, hurry up, if I'm slumped over back in the meatspace, the others will worry."

The horror whispers in our ear, sending a chill down our spine. "Oh, don't worry, I'm our fleshy mech's pilot for right now. It's sitting down like a good little puppet while those fools bicker. As for hurrying things up, when you had that arcane core oh-so lovingly RIPPING into our flesh, it was so fun. The pain, the screaming. Good times... however, you took that from us. You chose a new core, one that focused on transcendent beauty... but the resonance of our old core still remains. Little echoes of it are dancing along in our blood, our mind, our soul. Mixing and merging with our new little ball of beauty. It's making something new. Something... amazing..."

"Explain, NOW!" I yell, the sounds of shattering glass echoing through the black void as cracks form in the nothing. "I'm sick of waiting. Tell me what we are."

I can practically see the smug grin on the entities non-existent face as it practically sings the next set of words. "The unknown horror meets beauty transcendent, wrapped in a mix of grand legend and tricky myth. tell that to Logic when you're back in the waking word. He'll know."

"But that doesn't matter now, right now, you need to be worried. Worried about the group of men banging at the temple door." It says. "You heard their hearts, didn't you? The thump, thump, thump? The rhythm? The malicious intent. They don't like you, remember? They want you out of their town, or dead. Whichever one comes first. So... kill them first."

I writhe with newfound frustration, fear, and... anticipatory joy. "Kill... them?"

"Kill them, my little mouse. Kill them all."

Kill them all.

Your eyes are your own once more, welcome back, Ego. That horrible... thing... got out. I'm so sorry.

"Kill..." You whisper, scaring me quite a bit.

Loud knocking can be heard from the shack entrance.

"Yes? Who is it?" Gabbie askes the door to the temple. "Sermons are not being held right..."

"SHUT IT, BITCH! GIVE US THE FREAK!" A whiney voice outside the door says, causing the emerald haired girl to jump back in surprise.

The sound of a solid punch to the back of someone's head is heard, followed by a second, stronger, and far more polite voice says. "Georgie, shut the fuck up, and get back in line. Miss Gabriella, I am so sorry about his words. We of the Purity ask that you remove the scaled guest from your temple, that we may... escort it from town."

"I am sorry, but I cannot do that. He is a guest of my lord Ariel, who is also here." Replies Gabriella, who is backing away from the door inch by inch, reaching for a long pole made of wood in the corner of the room.

Ariel approaches the door, puffing his chest as he announces. "Yeah, He's my charge as a guardian angel right now. He might look a bit freaky, but he's... human? Sorta? It's a long story."

His bravado died down a bit at the end, didn't it? Not that it matters, as suddenly, one of the nearby windows is shattered open by a slab of rock, pelting you with shards of colored glass.

"We don't care! By She Who Was Denied, we demand that you bring us the freak!" The shrill screams out.

"Georgie! This is a temple!" Shouts the more imposing voice.

Georgie shrieks. "You heard that godling! He's guarding the damn thing! This temple to him is nothing!"

You approach the door, your clawed hands itching to grab the handle.

What are you doing?!

"Uh... Logic. I can sense his desires. You might wanna stop him!" Yells Urge, knowing full well I can't do a damn thing!

The voices of the other two become silent. Shush little wardens. Shh... its time for us to be... beautiful.

I open the door.