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"You're my wisdom," TKO echoes, following "Dendy" to the house, "Why do you look like Dendy? How... how does that work? Are you like... can you leave this place and take over, too? Are there others?"

His Wisdom stops at the door, fiddling with her glasses again.

"KO sees Dendy as the most intelligent person he knows, therefore, his mind chose to project her voice and appearance upon me, as your personal Wisdom. It may not be a preferable form for you, considering your past experiences with Dendy, but as KO is the one currently in control, this form is my default, if you will. ...But, no, I only exist here, in the subconscious. I am not necessarily real, merely the personification of what you learn from your daily experiences, knowledge, and good judgment. And... yes. I am not the only one here. Your only Wisdom, but not the only being... you'll meet them, in time. But for now, it's just me."

This subconscious version of TKO's house was a lot cleaner and neater than the original, TKO notices. The familiar metal band posters were still on the walls, but each one was aligned perfectly next to the rest and evenly spaced out rather than messily stacked. TKO figured this is how the real Dendy would prefer the room to look, according to KO.

OCD much...? TKO thought to himself, as he sat down on a familiar purple beanbag chair. "Dendy" plops on the blue one next to him.

"You're here because KO thinks I'm lonely, aren't you?" The boy glares at the kappa.

"Yes, but that is only a part of the reason why you are here," was the simple response.

"Why I am here?" TKO echoes incredulously.

"Remember, this is the subconscious, and I have brought you here. This may look like your house, but it is simply an illusion I created. If you would like me to change the scenery, I can."

TKO looks down. His Wisdom stares at him with mild curiosity.

"Don't you have more questions to ask of me? I apologize for any of my answers being equivocal, it is in my nature."

"N-no, I don't!" TKO covers his eyes, "why should I care if none of this, not even you, are real?! What else would I be here for?"

Wisdom gives him a smug look.

"You have just asked two questions," she says flatly.

"The answers are deceptively simple. You may not realize it yet, but you know them."

"But I don't," TKO starts, "you can't just tell me!?"

"You do know, and my purpose is to guide, not to just tell you. You don't truly learn when someone merely gives you the answers rather than helping you through the problem to find the answer on your own."

TKO murmurs in mild frustration before looking around again, bored with the tidy version of his house.

"...Is it possible for you to make this place... look a little more like outside?"

"Dendy" smiles warmly.

"That is a most simple request."

The scenery around them fades to white like paint being washed off of an easel- new, bright, dazzling colors take shape and form everyday objects, a fire hydrant, trees, a bench, the grass, the street, the clear blue sky. The sun shines and a light breeze blows, birds are chirping in the distance. TKO was honestly stunned and impressed, though he wouldn't dare to admit it.

Wisdom takes a seat on the bench and lightly pats the spot next to her. TKO obliges.

"Aren't you lonely?" she asks him calmly, "it would be understandable, given that you are the only occupant of this space. I won't appear before you if my presence is not needed."

The boy twiddles his thumbs nervously. The imaginary landscape around the two of them looked and felt so lifelike that he had nearly forgotten he was still in KO's head.

"It's hard being alone," TKO admits, reminding himself that he technically was, in fact, simply talking to himself, so he shouldn't be embarrassed to talk about it, "and it's hard being isolated in here."

"You wouldn't be against giving this a try, then? When KO is not here, you can just talk to us," Wisdom explains, "we are all components of this mind, much like yourself, and your mind, too. Whether we have positive or negative effects, we are still very necessary- you are necessary. Every aspect of KO's and your own personalities, your consciences, your decisions, those are products of our influence."

She places her hand on top of TKO's. It's soft and warm and naturalistic, which shocked the boy slightly. He had never taken into account how incredible the mind was, to imagine and create perfectly. He snaps out of his thoughts when Wisdom speaks up again.

"Above all, our jobs are to provide self-help, the best we can offer."

TKO looks at her hand.

"...Is it okay if I just call you Dendy, then? You look like her, and all..."

She chuckles.

"If that familiarizes you better, I see no problem with it."

Dendy's form suddenly starts to flicker like a picture from an old projector. She smiles.

"What's happening?" TKO asks, falling as the bench disappears and everything starts to fade again.

"KO is returning. We can't both form in the mind at the same time. I'm afraid we'll have to resume our discussion later."

"But-"

Dendy vanishes and TKO finds himself back in his house, returned to its original, messy state, clothes and stray posters strewn about, an unmade bed. He steps outside and is back in the dark mindscape, out of the true-to-life false world in the subconscious.

"Did it work?" KO's voice disrupts TKO's thoughts.

"It did... Dendy- I mean, she's... his... they're? Our Wisdom took Dendy's form and... you interrupted our conversation!" TKO hides his face.

"I did? Sorry about that," KO says nervously, "but I'm really happy it worked! I'll try again with others if you want."

"Okay... she did mention there were others, so, I guess-"

"So Wisdom is Dendy, huh? That actually... makes a lot of sense. You should tell me who the others look like when they come, you know!" KO bounces excitedly.

TKO sighs.

"I will..."

This was going to be wild, he thinks to himself.

...At least I'll have a player two for my video games all the time now.

TKO is difficult to write. Thank you for reading, though!