A/N: Yeah, uh… the Dark Arnold on Facebook inspired me. xD Also, reading a bit too much (or is that possible?) of Jenna's works, and also a bit of this goes into the fact that I'm a nutcase. :P You see, from as far back as I could remember, I've had this little mental idea of what my subconscious was like (and also my tastebuds, heart, and antibodies), and it was basically just like named 'SuprSingr Land' where all my different personalities congregated and spent their time. There was Kind SuprSingr, Angsty SuprSingr, Optimistic SuprSingr, Pessimistic SuprSingr, Artistic SuprSingr, Murderous SuprSingr (wait, what?), etc… Heck, what am I talking about 'WAS'? I STILL think that crap. XD Whenever I'm in a bad mood, I mumble to myself, "Stupid Angsty me… she should burn…" XD So yeah, that might have had a bit of a hand in all this, too. :P So don't blame me! Blame Insane SuprSingr!

Disclaimer: Nothing is to be own-ed by the person who be writing this here One of the Shots.

Subconsciously

Truth

As a nine-year-old Arnold walked down the halls of PS118, not a care in the world, and his eyes as half-lidded as they could go, he suddenly bumped into Helga, as per usual. He blinked at bumping into her, straightening up his books and taking a step back from her. "Oh, sorry, Helga." He waited for her to respond.

She just stared at him a moment, her eyes wide, before she scowled darkly and snorted. Loudly. "Yeah, whatever, Football Head. Just don't do it ever again—Oh, what am I saying? Your clumsy butt never run into me again? Yeah, when pigs fly." She rolled her eyes and pushed past him, storming down the halls.

Arnold just stared after her a moment, perplexed, before just shaking his head with a sigh and continuing on his way back to class.

And meanwhile, in the deepest, darkest depths of Arnold's subconscious, in the coldest parts of his mind, there was a small screaming that only JUST reached his conscious mind, and caused Arnold to stop and blink a moment. He just rubbed his ear, shook his head, and kept on walking though, completely unaffected…

But in his subconscious, there was a completely different story…

"…Do you think he heard me?" a small voice whispered anxiously, twisting his sweaty hands over and over.

A pair of eyes looked around, then met back with the other. "I don't think so." His expression went dry. "It figures."

"Don't give up guys. I'm sure with time he'll hear you," an optimistic voice came whispering beside them.

A scoff came, then the dry voice continued, "Six years have passed. Face it, nothing is going to happen."

"But if you just—" the bright voice came again.

"Why are you even talking to us? He listens to YOU all the time," the previous voice darkened, along with his eyes.

The other just blinked. "Just trying to be supportive. I have nothing against you guys."

"Y-Yeah…" the small voice came again, quietly, "don't push him away. We could use all the help we can get."

The dark one rolled his eyes. "Well excuse me for not exactly trusting him."

"Come on, don't be like that," a lighter, very sincere voice came. "What reason would he have for not being on our side?"

"Well," the dark voice came, much quieter this time, "there's always fear of THAT…" A hand came up and pointed across the large room.

They all glanced up and followed his hand to a delirious sort sleeping across the room, light snores coming from his mouth, and a microphone hugged close to his chest in a vice grip.

"Uh…" the optimistic voice from before came, sounding much more unsure this time, "I… think I should probably stop talking to you guys after all. It's nothing personal. I'm all for you guys. But…" He shuddered a little and said no more, walking across the room to talk with the others.

"I knew it," the dark voice came, sounding even darker than before, and his eyes practically burning with contempt.

The small voice from before groaned a little and sniffled a wet sniffle.

"Oh, In Love Arnold, don't cry," a caring voice came this time, and an arm came around the boy and he hugged him close. In Love Arnold collapsed against him, crying.

The small voice came again, hiccupping here and there, "Thanks…"

The dark one sighed and ran a hand through his hair that was drooping just at the tops. "When will we be put out of our misery? In Love Arnold, Honest Arnold, Affectionate Arnold, ME," he put a hand to his chest, "where will it end? It's been bad enough since Dense Arnold started taking control, but NOW we have to deal with this yahoo." He pointed to Crushing Arnold across the room, who was just smiling goofily and swinging his legs in his seat. "We should just face it. We're all DOOMED." He let his head fall back against the wall and scowled.

"Come on, Dark Arnold," Honest Arnold came, patting him on the shoulder, "everything will work out."

Dark Arnold looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "You've been saying that for years and you're supposed to always be honest, but I don't know if I believe you anymore…" He shrugged off his hand.

Honest Arnold just sighed and looked down.

Affectionate Arnold patted In Love Arnold on the back and shushed him, looking sad.

They all sat in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of snoring from across the room and the occasional sniffles being the only things filling the room. They just ignored the happy chatter coming from way across large black room, far away from their little reject group.

Finally, Dark Arnold spoke, "To Arnold with the red-hot lips: your football head, your awesome face, your grungy chic, your cat-like grace. Whose red-hot lips do I want to taste? Three guesses, Stupid: Arnold, Arnold, Arnold."

A soft smile came to all their faces, their eyes fell half-lidded, and they hummed a little to themselves. In Love Arnold practically fainted and shuddered a little, coming out of Affectionate Arnold's arms to crawl back into his little corner and grin happily.

"Yes," Dark Arnold's voice came, thick with passion, "we WILL win this. If not for ourselves, for her." He winced a little then, glancing over in the corner in In Love Arnold's direction. "And for you, too. You've waited long enough."

In Love Arnold just smiled gratefully. "You've waited a long time, too."

"Not as long as you. None of us as long as you. I mean, Honest Arnold gets used all the time—"

"Not always, not lately," Honest Arnold muttered.

"—Affectionate Arnold gets used from time to time when Arnold plays with Abner—"

"It's okay, I guess," Affectionate Arnold muttered, thinking of how much more he could do if he were just given the chance.

"—and even I'M used every once in a while when Arnold gets angry, but you've just been stashed away up here for years. You've NEVER been used." Dark Arnold finished, frowning.

In Love Arnold just looked down, not responding.

Dark Arnold sighed, looking back over in Dense Arnold's direction. "…Hey, you guys want to play the truth game?"

"What?" In Love Arnold sounded horrified. "No! The last time we played that I got locked up in a cage for a month!"

"Not you, Love," Dark Arnold told him, shaking his head, "Just us. Dense Arnold couldn't get me in a cage if he tried, Honest Arnold is used too much for him to lock him up in a cage and have him STAY for too long, and it's the same for Affectionate Arnold. Don't worry, I'd never ask you to play again. But I'm sure you'd enjoy watching." He smirked.

In Love Arnold considered this a moment with worried, scared eyes, but then he seemed to relax and nodded. "O-Okay. As long as I don't have to go back to that cage…"

The other two Arnolds just shrugged and nodded in agreement.

"All right." Dark Arnold grinned maliciously. "I'll start." He cleared his throat then, straightened his tie a little, and then yelled loudly, "Hey, Dense Arnold!"

"Wh-huh-wha?" Dense Arnold looked up drearily in their direction, his eyesight out of focus.

"You're in love!" he yelled, grinning.

Dense Arnold's eyes widened and he jumped up instantly, shaking his head. "No I'm not!" He scowled, gripping the microphone hard in his hand. "I'm in love with no one! Except maybe Ruth! Right, Crush?" He looked over in Crushing Arnold's direction almost hysterically.

Crushing Arnold just looked up with half-lidded eyes and gave him a thumbs up, still swinging his legs with an almost dopey-looking grin.

"Nah," Honest Arnold said, smiling, "we're pretty certain it's with Helga!"

Dense Arnold stomped his feet and growled, slapping his hands over his ears. "LALALA, I'M NOT LISTENING!"

"Oh, the things we'd just love to do with her," Affectionate Arnold spoke up, looking off in the distance with an affectionate gleam in his eye. "With her cute pigtails and big blue eyes!"

"Oh, but not to say we wouldn't appreciate seeing how she'd look WITHOUT the pigtails," Dark Arnold drawled, smirking to his companions, "Could you just imagine what it might be like to run your fingers through those thick locks?"

In Love Arnold in the corner shuddered hard and swooned.

"WHAT DID HE JUST DO?" Dense Arnold yelled loudly, his eyes wide and his finger pointed stiffly in In Love Arnold's direction, completely ignoring the other Arnolds implications.

In Love Arnold gasped and covered his mouth quick, shaking.

"Nothing," Dark Arnold said smoothly, as if he'd just asked him what time it was. "But did you hear anything we said about how you're in love with Helga? You know, madly, deeply, passionately?" He laughed almost evilly.

Dense Arnold just gave him a hard, almost wild look, his shoulders tense and lips pursed. After a moment, though, he just relaxed and smiled, shaking his head as he said casually, "You guys are so funny sometimes. Me, in love with Helga? Good one." He laughed and then just walked away, saying no more.

"That guy is such a basket case," Honest Arnold muttered.

Dark Arnold just laughed again, knowing this was Honest Arnold talking so it must me true.