Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.
You are Second Person, a student at Crystal Prep. All things considered, you've done fairly well for yourself since the advent of magic, aside from that one time at the Friendship Games.
Thinking of how former Principal Cinch crushed your will and turned you into a mindless puppet only makes you remember the near-literal angel who swooped in and saved you. You don't know what you did to deserve Sour Sweet, but you often thank whoever's listening that you found each other. (Not Sunset Shimmer, mind you. She's made her stance on her divinity perfectly clear, as has Sour.)
The Friendship Games were especially good for the two of you. You got the inspiration to look into mind-affecting spells, a potential constructive use for the unicorn magic you'd just been using as another set of hands until then. The event also gave Sour some actual friends beyond you and a recurring, possibly magical hallucination of the daughter you might have one day.
As if triggered by your thoughts, your phone buzzes with an incoming text. By the time you get it out of your pocket, it does so again. By the time you open the text app, there's a series of them, all from Lemon Zest:
2nd
dorm. now.
bring crystals
shes done it man
shes MADE THIS HAPEN
You didn't know it was even possible to text in Comic Sans.
Still, you can marvel at Lemon's ability to twist technology to her will later. You rush to the dorms, where those students who don't or can't go home every day live during the school year. Some of them live on the other end of the country, or further still; Crystal Prep's reputation goes far. For you, Sour, and Lemon, it's just a matter of expediency and dodging family drama.
These thoughts help keep you from worrying about all the myriad ways this could go wrong. Time you might use to ask Lemon for clarification is better spent grabbing the spare therapy crystal you keep in your dorm. Crystal aspects who aren't psychotic old biddies can create tranquility-inducing stones that help tremendously with Sour's schizophrenia. If you have to get it...
You barely even crack the door to your dorm. Your magic reaches out and snatches the crystal out of the drawer where you keep it. By the time it slams into your palm, you're already running for Sour's floor. You're no athlete by Crystal Prep standards, but you still go to Crystal Prep, and Principal Cadence has barely touched PE. You're not even winded by the time you reach a concerned-looking Lemon Zest standing outside the dorm room she shares with Sour.
A chill runs down your spine. The last time you saw Lemon look genuinely concerned was at the start of the Friendship Games. "What's going on?"
She jumps. You managed to startle Lemon Zest. This can't be good. "You got my texts, didn't you?"
"Lemon, I don't speak Habitrapped. What is going on?"
She holds her hands out in front of you. "Okay, I'm gonna need you to be calm."
The pit in your stomach grows. "Why?"
"It'd be nice if someone was in all this."
"Lemon."
She matches your glare. "Look, you're not the only one twisting your panties so hard that Hurricane the Great's gonna need to slice the knot, okay? One of my best friends is in there, and I figure if anyone can help her, it's her phantom baby daddy."
Despite the situation, you wince. "I really wish you wouldn't put it like that."
"Dude, if you're gonna study psychology, learn to recognize a freakin' coping mechanism." Lemon takes the door in one hand and you in the other. "Now get in there and fix what Sour broke." She all but tosses you in and slams the door behind you.
The first thing you notice is that the blinds are drawn; the room's far too dark. Then you register the glassy shards lying on the carpet a few inches away from your face.
Glassy shards and an elaborate wire frame that greatly resemble the therapy crystal you brought with you.
The next thing you notice is a cry of "Second!" that sounds... off somehow. Only when Sour brings you to your feet do you realize why.
It was in stereo.
"Are you alright, my darling?" asks the Sour Sweet on the left. Her hair has no green streaks, and she's wearing nothing but lingerie that would probably be see-through in better lighting.
"And why are you still wearing pants?" snarls the one on the right. Her hair is entirely the neon green missing from her counterpart, and it's styled in something that could be called a pixie cut, and could much more accurately be called the end result of a narrowly won fight with a lawnmower. Her underwear is much more utilitarian, but it is torn in what you have to admit is an enticing way. And then there's the matter of the slit-pupilled eyes...
You gulp. "Please tell me one of you is Sweeten Sour." You know the odds of this being a prank involving Sour's twin sister are nearly nonexistent, but you can hope.
"It's just you and me and me, big boy," says the right Sour, showing flashes of fangs as she speaks.
"Please be gentle," says the left one, blushing furiously.
"I know I won't."
They stalk closer, moving in eerie synchronicity. Your back hits the door. You bite your lip.
Pinkie Pie leaned in further, literally on the edge of her seat. "And then what happened?"
Second coughed into a fist. "Solar intervention."
"His exact words were 'Oh dear sweet Sunset, help me,'" added Lemon.
Sour Sweet, all of her mind back in a single body, punched him in the arm. "Running to other girls when you have me." She smiled. "Though I know it's because you cared."
Second smiled back and took her hand in his. "And I didn't want to take advantage of you. Either of you."
An especially loud slurp broke the moment, making the couple glare at Lemon Zest. "This isn't how schizophrenia works," she said as she prodded the dregs of her smoothie with her straw. "Like, at all. Just putting that out there."
Pinkie gave Lemon an off-kilter look made all the more so by how far she tilted her head. "What, you expected a magical accident to make sense?"
"No, but it'd be a nice surprise."
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Done on purpose, though...
Oh man. Nico-Stone should be taking notes.
I was about to say the only way this reference could be better was if it was somehow in Comic Sans, but then I read the next line.
And hooray for having a divinity on metaphorical (and occasionally literal) speed-dial!
It's nice to acknowledge that without magic, Hollywood Schizophrenia is just ridiculous!
I wonder if this might be a problem that affects other schizophrenics using therapy crystals...
Or is Sour Sweet the test case??
No, Schizophrenia doesn't work that way. However, it is my strong suspicion that Sour Sweet does work like this. I'll also go on the record as stating that she wanted him to take advantage of both of her!
Perfect
....I agree with Lemon.
so final conclusion: schizophrenia doesnt work that way, because this wasn't caused by schizophrenia.
What occured here was schizophrenia altering the properties of Sour Sweet's magical interface to reality and magical core to allow for, but not causate into, a spell-like magical event which produced the observed mental split.
Sour Sweet's schizophrenia chaotically alters the magical properties of her magical core, and thus alters the rules of her link to the magical aura of her immediate reality, as seen before by the patient's involuntary use of reality warping magical exertions, and in this occasion a schizophrenically-permitted recursive casting event produced the observed spell-like event.