A/N: I thought of this story after I read an article about Multiple Personality Disorder and I thought 'why not make a story inspired by it?' I apologize if there are any errors or misconceptions within this story because I am not a professional psychologist. This is, in some way, an Ambrollins fic but it's really subtle so…..yeah!

DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, own or affiliated with the WWE. Nor do I own the individual characters mentioned in this story. I do not profit from making this.

Chapter 1

Dean and Roman were in their old locker room, the one they had when the Shield was still intact. Roman was busy talking on the phone while Dean removed the tape from his wrists. Thursday night Smackdown went down pretty well for everybody, except for Ambrose and Roman thought it was best if the Lunatic Fringe wasn't left alone.

Dean was unpredictable, no doubt about that. But even more so if he was in a bad mood and alone. Those were two of the things he picked up when Seth was still with them. He knew how to deal with Ambrose without having a bruise the minute after. But there were some situations that Roman still can't handle.

The Lunatic Fringe was sitting down on a bench, tearing at the tape around his wrists. He never stopped talking while doing so. So Roman started to worry when Dean suddenly became silent, his left hand still half-covered in tape. And he had this distant look in his eyes, like he was in deep thought.

Roman shook his friend's shoulder, trying to rouse his from whatever. "Dean, you alright?" he asked. But the blonde didn't answer. He looked up at Roman but there was something different. It was Dean but, at the same time, not Dean. He had this crazed and violent look in his eyes, which were now dark blue.

The Samoan mumbled a "Stay here" before rushing out the door, running past his co-workers in the process. He knew he shouldn't do this. Dean would kill him for it but it had to be done. He stopped at the Authority's locker room, his brain stopping him from knocking but he did it anyway. He knocked three times, the muffled voices inside stopped before the door was finally opened by Joey Mercury.

Roman pushed past him, ignoring his question as to why he was there. He saw Seth sitting on a bench, the WWE World Heavyweight championship beside him. The two-toned man looked at him and was about to say something but Roman interrupted.

"It's Dean- "

Seth's brown eyes widened and he dashed out of the locker room, Roman following suite. Rollins didn't need to know anything else. If Dean was involved, it's like instinct how fast he'll run.

It felt like forever but they finally reached the locker room where Dean was, surprisingly, still inside. The door was closed but they could hear loud 'BANG!'s from inside and the door rattled a bit when something hit it from the inside.

"Rome, I need you to stay out here." Seth gasped out as he gripped the doorknob but Roman grabbed him by his arm and protested.

"Seth, I'm not gonna stand out here. Dean could be extremely dangerous- "

"Which is why I need you to be out here." Seth insisted, his tone firm and final, before he went inside and locked the door behind him.

Seth took a deep breath as he took in the sight before him: Dean was topless, the shredded remains of his black shirt were scattered across the floor and his bangs were covering his eyes. When Dean heard the door click, he turned sharply, like a predator looking at its prey.

"Who the fuck are you and where in the holy fucking hell am I?!" he demanded, his voice raspier than usual. Seth took a wary step towards his former Shield brother and said, "D-Dean, you okay?"

"Who the fuck is Dean? You probably have no idea who I am, do you?" The man let out a throaty laugh, bending forward by the waist to show just how funny he thinks it is. But Seth knew exactly what was going on and who was in front of him right now.

"I'm Jon fucking Moxley, in case you don't know. Although, a pretty boy like you won't know abo- "

He looked at Seth like he recognized him somehow. He squinted his dark blue eyes but the eyes widened and Moxley beamed a smile.

"You're…. Aren't you….Dude, you're Tyler Black, aren't you?"

'Shit', Seth thought to himself. Of course Mox would know who he is, or at least who he was. Seth closed his eyes for a second before saying, "Mox, you need to sit down."

He was used to this situation by now: Moxley recognizing him by his past persona and having to deal with him until he went away. One time, he stayed for almost a week and it was hard for the younger man to come up with an excuse so Ambrose wouldn't work. Dean, when he was Jon Moxley, was unbearable to deal with: He was brash, rude, sexist and more annoying than Dean could ever be. He would always recognize Seth by his former persona, Tyler Black, and he would call him that until he went away. So Seth would talk to him with Tyler's personality: Confident, laid back and a bit too talkative. But it wouldn't always end nicely.