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"Oh, right," Blitz immediately snapped, turning to look at his reflection, "I'm the broken dipshit? Bitch please. You don't even have my bloodstains from today, where's your sense of pride, huh? Some mirror. You--

"You..." He slowly lowered the finger he had been pointing, eyes widening, before he sniffed the air.

"I can fucking smell you. What kind of fucking funhouse bullshit is--you know what?" And that was it. Without any more deliberation, without any sense, without any kind of good decision-making process in the slightest, Blitz lowered his head and charged at this other him. Fuck that noise, fuck this funhouse, fuck the fucking carnival, fuck everything, he wasn't going to stand for--for--for whatever the fuck this was! Today had been shit (everything had been shit recently though, hadn't it?) and being confronted with himself, with having to look into his own eyes, with having to hear his own voice echoing off of the mirrors? That was too much.

He had horns, and damn it, he was going to fucking use them. Whoever was wearing a BlitzoDisguise2000, or whatever this was, was going to regret coming in here.

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【𐂃】 He couldn't remember how he ended up in a place like this, an abandoned amusement park, looking like it had been sitting for the past few decades. It didn't help that his asmodean crystal wasn't complying with his attempts to open up a portal too. Fuck it, whatever. While he was here, he figured he could take a minor stroll around the place. Entering the first thing that piqued his interest, a funhouse.

Pacing through the labyrinth of obstacles, he looked down at his phone -- trying to obtain signal. Venturing deeper && deeper until -- he found himself stuck... in what appeared to be a maze made out of mirrors. Some ranging in shapes, others looking shattered. "Shit" stashing his phone away he raised his arms forward, trying his best not to bump his face against the clear glass. Inevitably coming to a standstill when he perceived a particular reflection. One that wasn't looking his way.

❝ This mirror is fuckin' broken. Shitty version of mine can't even mimic my movements right. dipshit. ❞