dear_mun | Voice Testing

Dear, uh, Mun, was it? That's a very interesting name--short for mundane? Not many people choose to be referred to by a name like 'mundane'...

Uh, well, I guess that's something we could talk about later, right? It's just that I would, you know, like to talk about this whole 'playing with me' thing first. I can't say I entirely understand this concept of a 'muse/mun' relationship; if you're trying to control me, doesn't that require consent on my part? And if you want consent, really, there are more effective ways to gain it than just by abducting me. You could talk to me first, maybe--a sustained conversation, I mean, and maybe I would agree to it... just let me go and we can talk, okay? I know you're not trying to hurt anyone. I know that.

[He thinks his mun is an UnSub. And will fall for the 'totally playing along with your delusions now let me go plz' strategy.]

I-I don't consider you an UnSub! The UnSubs I work with can get violent. I know you're not a violent person.

[...It's hard to manipulate a mun like an UnSub, Reid. :| ]

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I don't know the scientific explanation for it, but time doesn't work the same way here. And there are different...universes. [ It sounds like it's almost painful for him to admit to that. Because it sounds so unbelievable. ]

[...You're the third person to say this to him. Now he's wondering if three people have gone crazy and somehow managed to arrange things so that circumstances supported their mutual delusion or...

Oh shit, he's having a psychotic episode.]

I... see...

[He's really trying hard to stay calm, but he's starting to panic. Shit, he's schizophrenic. His mind is breaking down. He knew this would happen, he knew it, shit shit shit--]

You're the third person to say something to that effect.

[ He can see the worry in Reid's eyes. ]

It doesn't make sense, and I'm still not used to it, but it is...real.

[Oh, lovely, part of his delusion is assuring him that the delusion is real. That's definitely comforting. :| ]

Y-yes, it doesn't make sense.

[Is this a nightmare? Are you really here, Rossi? Or is he having such a massive psychotic break that he's imagining you here?]

It really doesn't make any sense.

[Calm down, Reid. What is one supposed to do when they suspect they are having a psychotic break?

...Well, first step is acknowledge that it's possible that everything your senses are telling you are lies. Well, he's got that covered.]

Reid. What do you think is going on here? [ Aside from the obvious. ]

[Okay. Question! Take a deep breath, Reid. You can answer a question.]

Well, there is the most likely possibility of my having inherited my mother's illness, which would mean that none of this is real and my own mind has become permanently unreliable.

There is also the less likely possibility that this is actually real and I'm not crazy, but the laws of physics as we understand them have been turned on their head.

[Guess which one he believes, imaginary!Rossi. :| ]

If that were true, and I was some sort of delusion your mind constructed, I wouldn't be existing outside of this, would I? I've been here for a while, long before you got here. And I've met a lot of different people, something I doubt I would be capable of if I were just a hallucination.

I don't know how to explain that second option, but that's the one you need to believe.

[Breathe, Reid. Breathe.

He sinks down into a seat, looking way more vulnerable than he'd normally allow himself to appear. He's lived in fear of losing his mind ever since he was able to understand what schizophrenia was. The idea that he's actually inherited it... it's blotted out rational thought.

He takes another deep breath. Regain rational thought, Reid. It's all you have right now.]

I...

[Accept Rossi is here for a moment. Accept it. He's the only tie to the reality you know you have at the moment.

Reid clears his throat, biting his lip and forcing his voice to be as steady as possible.]

Agent Rossi, has my speech and thought process been organized so far?

[ It's certainly a justified fear for him to have, but Rossi knows how far from the truth it is. So he bends down slightly, so he's at eye level with Reid. ]

Kid, you're the same Reid I've always known.

[Rossi, how do you manage to be so comforting?

Reid lets out a breath he was holding, giving an uncertain smile and running a hand through his hair.]

At least that.

[He's still not entirely sure he's sane, but Rossi (along with the rest of the team) has always been his rock, so he'll cling to that reassurance.]

Assuming I'm not going to wake up in checked in a mental hospital, what exactly is happening? As I understand it, we're in a nexus where 'muns' act as puppetmasters of sorts, and laws of physics as we understand them no longer apply.

[...Something occurs to him.] ...Is the rest of the team here?

[ He's just talented like that. ]

Puppetmasters is pretty accurate for what they are, what they do. Some of them are worse than others.

[ That question's a little more difficult to answer. ] I've seen almost everyone, just...in different places.

Worse than others? [Is this what his headmates meant when they said he got caught with a sadist?] Do other 'muses' like us by any chance nickname them 'sadist muns'?

Different places? Are there more places than this nexus?

I've heard that phrase applied to quite a few of them.

Yeah, there are games. Twisted games.

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