Dissociative: Causing disconnection, separation, or split. In the context of psychology, it refers to a state or disorder characterized by a disconnection or detachment from one's thoughts, feelings, memories, or identity. Dissociative experiences can include gaps in memory, feeling detached from oneself or one's surroundings, or having a sense of being outside of one's body. Dissociative disorders arise as coping mechanisms in response to trauma or overwhelming stress, leading to a disruption in the normal integration of consciousness, memory, and identity."

Alters: To change, make changes to, make different, make alterations to, adjust, make adjustments to, adapt, amend, improve, modify, reform, reshape, become different, undergo a change, undergo a sea change, turn, metamorphose. In the context of Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), alters refer to distinct identities or personality states that individuals with DID may have. These alters can have their own unique characteristics, memories, and behaviors. The presence of alters allows individuals with DID to adapt and cope with trauma or distressing experiences. Alters can change or shift control, leading to amnesia or gaps in memory when one alter is in control and another takes over."

What happens when alters or alternate personalities suddenly have their own body?

(A/N: Hello everyone!

I'm quite new to writing, so please bear with me if there are any errors or nonsensical plot points.

I don't have much knowledge about Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), so I apologize if I unintentionally include any nonsensical elements that may not relate to DID.

Additionally, I want to assure you that I'm not taking DID lightly or as a joke. I understand the pain and difficulty that comes with having DID, as I also have my own mental struggles. It is important to recognize that mental health issues should never be trivialized or treated casually.

Thank you for understanding!)

Xavier Lee grew up in a toxic environment. His mother had passed away when he was only one year old. His mother was just one of the girls his father had married for power and influence, making their marriage an arranged one. In order to survive amidst his other half-siblings, Xavier had to compete with them every day in everything. He hoped that by doing so, he would be recognized by his father, but all his efforts proved to be in vain.

His stepmothers and half-siblings would often beat him, and there was one instance when his father witnessed him being beaten. Xavier looked at his father with pitiful and pleading eyes, hoping that his father would take pity on him and intervene, but his father simply looked at him coldly, ignoring his suffering at the hands of his half-siblings.

He endured it all, just to survive.

However, everything changed when he witnessed his mother's only belongings being burned by his half-siblings, with his other stepmothers standing by and doing nothing to stop it. It was the first time Xavier shouted, hysterically crying and begging for them to stop. He hadn't even reacted that way when he was being beaten all the time.

But his stepmothers just looked at him coldly and walked away, while his half-siblings beat him, saying, "Why are you making such a fuss? It's just trash anyway—"

Xavier suddenly found himself covered in blood, his face and body stained by his siblings' violence. Meanwhile, his siblings lay injured, some lifeless. The sight of their blood-soaked state struck terror into the other siblings, who fled in fear, crying.

Xavier surveyed his bloodstained hands, a glint appearing in his eyes. A sinister grin spread across his face as he licked the blood from his lips.

When his stepmothers, particularly the mother of the child he had beaten badly, witnessed this, they became frightened and labeled him a monster. His icy gaze met theirs, and he rolled his eyes dismissively. The mother, about to attack him, recoiled in fear and hysterically shouted as he was stabbed in the leg with a knife.

His appearance was truly terrifying at that time, especially his eyes, resembling a demon descending to Earth to enact punishment through killing.

Witnessing this, the other stepmothers and half-siblings grew even more frightened.

However, he simply regarded them coldly and walked away, seemingly bored by the spectacle unfolding before him.

That's when his first-ever alternate personality awakened. An aggressive and ruthless entity, known as the P̶u̶n̶i̶s̶h̶e̶r̶.

His father slapped him, but he responded by licking his lips and narrowing his eyes, appearing satisfied with the taste of blood. He erupted into hysterical laughter, his visage intensely frightening, causing even his father to shudder at the sight.

All of this unfolded when he was just thirteen years old.

Because of this incident, Xavier became the most feared person in the mansion. People would avoid him and feel uneasy whenever they saw him. Even his father started to show fear in his presence, causing him to ignore Xavier even more.

By the time he turned fifteen, he developed a second alter personality, known as Blue.

The emergence of Blue was a result of enduring the cold, fearful, and disgusted stares from others, as well as the hurtful words labeling him as a monster. These experiences left him feeling emotionally detached and lifeless. Despite enduring these circumstances for two years, he had to maintain a facade of calmness in order to survive.

This is what ultimately gave rise to Blue, a personality characterized by a cold and reserved demeanor, accompanied by an emotionless gaze.

At the age of 17, Xavier developed a third alternate personality named Max. Max's behavior was completely opposite to Blue's. Max had a cheerful, extroverted, and playful personality, often displaying a childlike demeanor.

Max was born out of an encounter with a cute girl in a park. Xavier had been crying on a bench when the girl approached him. She offered him a strawberry-flavored candy, smiling cheerfully and saying, "I don't know why you're crying, big brother, but you're pretty, so cheer up!"

Xavier sniffed and paused, his gaze fixed on the candy in the girl's hands. Sensing his hesitation, the girl frowned and pouted. She took Xavier's hand, placing the candy in his palm, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Hurry, take it, brother. Just don't look at it! Don't worry, I have plenty more. So take it, okay?" She smiled warmly.

Xavier looked at her for a moment, then clenched his hand around the candy, nodding to indicate that he would accept it. Slowly, he unclenched his hand and unwrapped the candy.

As he tasted the sweet candy, a slight frown appeared on his face. However, the girl's smile only grew brighter, and she giggled at his reaction.

In a laboratory, two young male bodies lay in beds, seemingly in comas. Their lips were pallid, and they were attached to critical patient hospital equipment. One of them had a smaller body structure compared to the other, but both were undeniably good-looking, with distinct temperaments.

An older male, yet still somewhat handsome, was also in a bed, positioned between the two young men. However, unlike the youngsters who appeared to be in comas, he seemed completely lifeless. Apart from a hand hooked up to an IV drip, no other hospital equipment was connected to him.

A few minutes later, individuals in lab coats and hospital gowns approached them.

A tall middle-aged man who appeared to be the leader among them spoke, "Let's start the operation!"

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"The operation was successful!"

In different operating rooms, doctors came out and announced to the patients' guardians and watchers.

Doctor Hong, attending to the grandson of Henry Seo, the chairman of Seo Corporation, conveyed the news to the chairman, who seemed to have aged while waiting outside the operating room for so long.

Upon hearing the good news, Mr. Seo's nervousness and anxiety slowly faded. He silently expressed gratitude to God for saving his beloved grandson. However, within his heart, he still harbored regret and sorrow over not possessing prior knowledge of his grandson's prolonged suffering. He hoped and prayed that his sweet grandson would find forgiveness in his heart.

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Doctor Kim, responsible for the patient who was the son of Michael Kang, the Chairman of Kang Incorporation, made a similar announcement. Mrs. Kang, upon hearing the news, burst into tears and tightly embraced her husband, repeatedly expressing gratitude and relief. Although Mr. Kang may have appeared outwardly indifferent, deep inside, he also felt grateful and thankful. He reciprocated his wife's embrace, showing his appreciation to the doctor with a slight bow. After all, his only child had been saved.

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Cassidy Kang, who had just woken up, looked around his surroundings. Lifting his hands, he stared at them for a moment before slowly and carefully standing up and making his way towards the bathroom.

Cassidy, or rather, "Xavier's third alternate personality," giggled as he obsessively examined his reflection in the mirror. "At last! After being kept in the dark for so many years, ignored and forgotten, I have finally returned! HAHA! And now, I even have my own body! HAHA! A body that I can fully control!" he thought.

He giggled again, realizing that this body was also perfectly suited to his character. However, his giggles gradually faded, and he pursed his lips, narrowing his blue eyes. A desire for revenge against "Xavier" arose, acknowledging that his existence had been partially, if not entirely, erased. Yet, he recognized that seeking revenge was no longer possible, as "Xavier" was already dead.

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Mikhail Lee, or should I say, "Xavier's second alternate personality," also gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Pursed lips and cold eyes conveyed a lack of emotion as he examined his hands.

"He has finally returned, with a body of his own—well, technically, not truly his," he contemplated deeply.

Although he feel some lingering resentment toward 'Xavier' for erasing him before, he can't entirely blame him. After all, He is just one of Xavier's personalities; he wouldn't exist without him. He was merely another manifestation developed within Xavier's mind," he thought, clenching his fist.

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Cassidy discovered that he had a grandfather, who happened to be the chairman of Kang Corporation. He also learned that his mother was a Irish and his father was Korean. Unfortunately, both of his parents passed away in an accident when he was only five years old. His grandfather, who had taken care of him for many years, was also Korean and showed great affection towards him, especially now as he cared for him so attentively.

Cassidy's captivating appearance resembled that of an expensive BJD doll. His charming green eyes sparkled with innocence and depth, drawing people in with their alluring gaze. His long, curled lashes framed his eyes perfectly, while his soft and plump lips had a gentle curve, perpetually inviting a warm smile. His flawless complexion, porcelain-like and radiant, seemed touched by the delicate strokes of a painter. His black, shiny, and meticulously placed curly hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing his face in a way that enhanced his doll-like features. When he smiled, his captivating grin revealed a warm and genuine nature, accompanied by a set of pearly white teeth that enhanced his charm. Overall, Cassidy's beauty was truly captivating, akin to that of an exquisite BJD doll, and "Siddy" couldn't help but revel in his own narcissistic thoughts.

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On the other hand, Mikhail discovered that this body belonged to a wealthy family. His father, Michael Kang, was the Chairman of Kang Incorporation. His mother, who was Russian, unfortunately, passed away during childbirth. His father remarried, marrying Aisha Seong, the daughter of the Seong Group. Although she was his stepmother, she was always sweet to him, unlike his biological father, who also seemed to wear a poker face every day.

Mikhail possessed a ruggedly handsome appearance, with a strong and chiseled jawline that added a touch of masculinity to his face. His striking blue eyes, shimmering like sapphires, His refined nose perfectly complemented his features, exuding an air of elegance. These facial features, combined with his well-structured body and impressive height of 6'1 ft, painted a picture of a remarkable individual who exuded both power and grace.

Mikhail believed that this guy must have been an athlete, judging by his well-structured physique, defined muscles, and commanding presence.

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Meanwhile, the middle-aged man sat dejectedly, cupping his face in his hands, displaying an expression of disappointment and sadness. He muttered, "Sir, I'm sorry for not being able to save you..."