Pwbad (This appears to be a username or a short, possibly nonsensical, string of characters. It doesn't translate directly.)

Pugod opened his eyes abruptly. Moved his hand. Yes, he was in control of his own body again. Quietly exhaling, he realized that something had fallen out of his hands. He looked down... And saw that he had a pile of dynamite and a lighter in his hands. Pvgod understood everything. It happened again.
The Hatter looked around. There was no one. And everything was whole, undamaged. This was reassuring. Apparently, he had managed to "take" his body away from him in time.
Pugod had already gotten used to it. This had been going on for a month, maybe more. Almost constantly, a voice was heard in his head. A voice that was terribly familiar. After all, it was his own voice. The voice that was constantly trying to intimidate, to push him to create problems for others. No, it wasn't him speaking. It was someone in his subconscious that was constantly talking to him. And he most often called this "someone" jokingly - Pvbad. There is Pvgood, good - that's good. And there is Pvbad, bad - that's bad.

• Were you trying to do something nasty again? - Pugod asked with a sigh, as if it was a normal thing. As if he wasn't talking... To himself? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't... But he almost always got an answer. Pvbad was always there. And it used to be scary. But now it was familiar. The main thing is to just stop Bad in time. And there are no problems from him... Unless, of course, you listen to the voice in your head that constantly asked you to take control of your body, at least for a couple of minutes. But Pugod didn't allow it. Pugod literally hated him.

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