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✹ Ten years RPing experience, give or take. One and a half on tumblr.

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((image))

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((sometimes i remember i’m taller than Razard’s CS gijinka and it makes me really happy))

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"Oh… alright…"  She shivered a little at the thought of the Star warriors winning and spreading around to dominate. The mere thought of it made her skin crawl, to be honest. Wait… it wasn’t just because of that. It was because she could feel a breeze. Quickly, she went next to him and the hid under the desk. "Sorry… I’m just worried that one day you’ll die and I won’t get to talk to you anymore. But, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do…" Her ear twitched a little.

"How do you know so much about Star warriors, C.S…?" She then asked,adjusting her position so she wasn’t sitting on his shoes.

"Experience," he answered. That’s all he wanted to say, but he was sure she was going to ask about details. That means he had to elaborate. "When I first joined this Company, there was already extensive knowledge on Star Warriors.

"You see, they first started the attack about 50,000 years ago. Nightmare responded with counter attacks, and they’ve been at it since. Nightmare and the Demon Beasts got rid of most of the Star Warriors, but some survived. I know of at least two Star Warriors who fought in the first battle, and are still alive today. One of them trains Kirby. I’ve tried everything to stop him, but he’s such a smart ass.

"I’ve learned more about them as I sold Demon Beasts to my customers. The Demon Beasts send back information before they’re, sadly, slaughtered by the Star Warriors."

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"I am so tired, Malphas," Nightmare says, lifting a hand to rub his temple in mock-pain. "Isn’t life so difficult now?"

Even if Nightmare didn’t say that, Malphas can see the black shards on the floor, and besides, he knows his emperor well enough to know he doesn’t talk like that. He nods. “I see what’s going on here,” he says quietly. He has to think of a plan fast. For now, he’ll have to wing it. Hopefully Nightmare understands…

He walks up to Nightmare, who begins to smile with some sense of victory. Malphas returns the smile, but with a hint of grief. He jumps with the little strength he has, hooks one arm around Nightmare’s neck, and with the other pulls his knife out of his back pocket.

The action startles and confuses Nightmare, so he doesn’t begin to react until it’s too late. The last thing he sees is Malphas mouthing a tiny “sorry,” then the knife’s blade sinks into both eyes with quick precision. Malphas lets go and he falls to the floor. He’s frightened and feels a vague sense of betrayal, though he knows he had seen the demon beast apologizing, and the guilt had been palpable in Mal’s expression. The betrayal comes from someone he trusts having touched him.

He covers his eyes, careful not to let any blood seep into his joints. Eyes take longer to heal because of their delicate nature, so he’s out for at least thirty seconds here.

Malphas? No way. His Customer Service had a name. How come Nightmare’s Customer Service couldn’t name himself. He always gave himself fake names and such. He couldn’t remember what they are. Maybe that was the point. You buy from a salesman and want to file a complaint, but can’t remember the name. That looks stupid on the customer’s part. Interesting. But he couldn’t even remember the salesman’s real name. Bad memory, he supposed. Nah, he just didn’t care.

Now— WHOA! He thought Malphas was choosing the right Nightmare! He knew his own salesman could get violent, but he never used weapons that could get him dirty like knives.

"Good choice, Malphas!" He almost said Customer Service, but it was best to copy what the alternate said. "But I did say we should put him away. Not gouge his eyes out." He floated over behind Malphas as if to side with him. This was too easy. And entertaining!

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Nightmare flattens his expression before looking over his shoulder at his alternate. “Accidentally?”

The demon beast returns with Malphas in hand, pushes him towards the two Nightmares, and then disappears.

Malphas stares at the two for a long moment before frowning. “Ah, shit, they weren’t lying,” he whispers. Then, in a louder voice, “What’s brings you here?” He directs his question to neither of them. He hates to admit it, but he can’t tell who’s who. The one directly in front of him looks at him with such frightened concern, but they’re also missing their sunglasses while the other is not, so who’s to say both don’t have the same expression?

What the hell was that? That was the prince? It was Customer Service. Half a Customer Service? If they found out he was the foreign Nightmare, he will call this Demon Beast Half-a-Service. Yes. Excellent naming skills.

"I’m not doing anything. I was minding my own business when this impostor ruined my image! Look at him! His nose can cut a man. His chin is unsightly, and he didn’t even have the nerve to put on shades to cover his disguise! I say we put him away for good and throw away the key. And we should throw away the containment cell we put him in as well. I recommend a black hole. And then we dispose of the black hole!” Going a little too far there, Nightmare.

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Nightmare grimaces and rolls his eyes as his alternate speaks.

The demon beast listens, and gets a brilliant idea. “Ah, if you’ll stay here, Masters Nightmares, I will bring the prince and he can sort everything out!”

Nightmare shrieks internally, expressing his mixed rage and shock with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. Before he can react, the demon beast is gone around the corner, and he can’t leave his alternate alone in his base…

"The Prince?" Nightmare asked himself. He was very confused. Was this a monarchy of some sort? What kind of business was that? That would immediately give customers the wrong impression.

He stared at his alternate. “What’s wrong? You look tense. You need a massage. Preferably from someone that won’t accidentally make you bleed.” Seriously, his alternate could bleed? It boggled Nightmare’s mind. It kind of grossed him out, too.

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Nightmare moves, intending to grab his alternate and drive them through the window—then they speak, and distract him. He turns around, looking at the demon beast.

The demon beast cowers when the Other Nightmare yells at it, and it looks between the two as its brain tries to process this new information. It doesn’t know who to believe or what to do.

"I’m not wearing sunglasses because this intruder attacked me," Nightmare says, making a vague gesture over his shoulder to his alternate. "You can observe the evidence here." He gestures to the shards littering the floor.

The demon beast glances down where Nightmare points, and nods. The evidence seems to favor him for now.

Nightmare shook his head. “He’s not wearing his sunglasses because I attacked the intruder. What else would I do with intruders that look like me? They could only be thinking of malicious intents to overthrow me! You are my Demon Beast, and I order you to stop this impostor! If you don’t, I’ll have to ask you to leave so I can finish him off myself.”

He glared at the alternate. “As for you! You can’t come into my base and start accusing me of being an intruder. You are a liar! Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

He quickly turned to the Demon Beast. “Erm, I got that from Customer Service. His vocabulary is unusual. Must be the customers he’s always dealing with.”

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Ah, yes, you positively radiate humor, he thinks, rolling his eyes. “You may continue losing your patience with me then, dear. I’ve nothing more to say to you.” His gaze leaves the other and wanders the corridor.

There’s a window nearby; maybe he can get his alternate outside? Desert surrounds the base on all sides, losing them in the sand shouldn’t be difficult. Getting them out will be the hard part. It’ll almost have to involve him physically slamming them through the glass.

A poor, unfortunate demon beast chooses that moment to turn the corner and comes upon the strangest sight of its life. It yelps and freezes, not knowing what to think of two Nightmares.

Nightmare didn’t want to take his attention away from his alternate. He knew he felt that deep, powerful magic somewhere, but his alternate didn’t exactly pose as a threat. The Demon Beast might have proved a bigger threat, so he placed his attention on it. What was it doing? Was it stalling? Was it a trap? It made a sound, and it looked scared. Unless… it was confused. Yes. The Demon Beast is confused because there are two Nightmares now

"You!" he yelled at the Demon Beast. "Can’t you see this impostor is doing… impostoring things! Look!" He pointed at his alternate. "He’s not even wearing sunglasses. Arrest this impostor!" he ordered the Demon Beast.

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Nightmare stares at himself. He has the urge to tear the other apart so he won’t hear their voice. Is this how he makes others feel? By the stars, he is terrible—not like this revelation will make him change, but he does feel like he understands better now. It’s more information to store for later.

"Of course I can bleed," he says, watching his alternate closely so he can react better if they attack again. He won’t risk tanking another hit like that. "Do you see now, I’m the same as you?" If they understand he’s Nightmare, maybe they’ll leave.

He shook his head and gave a disgusted look. “No, we are not the same. You bleed like a mortal, and you’re boring. You’re nothing like me. At least I have a sense of humor.” The boring part depended on who was listening. Most would say Nightmare was just plain terrifying. Others would would say he was intimidating. A few would find him annoying. But never funny. Did his sense of humor even exist?

"You still haven’t told me what you’re doing as an impostor of me. This is the third time. I’m losing patience qui— Let me rephrase that. What are you doing here in general?”

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He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, they shoot the starbolts and he’s hit. The stars rip through him, through eyes and the puckered scar and mouth and cheek and chin. One slices his jugular and blood bursts forth like a jet. The barrage also nicks his cape, but his pauldrons protect his shoulder bones.

His magic blood heals the damage almost as soon as it happens, leaving him laced with thin, pale lines of scar tissue that will disappear in a few hours. The freezing effect doesn’t occur.

His poor sunglasses lay in shards on the floor, so the other receives the full fierceness of his glare. He folds his arms and half-snarls, half-smiles at them. “You could at least try to impress me.”

Very unexpected, but also very interesting. An alternate that could bleed. That meant if this was a Nightmare, then he was possibly physical in some way. But wait, the injuries healed instantly. Immortal?

This guy was asking for it. Nightmare frowned at his alternate. “You’re boring. You’re very boring! Stop boring everyone! You could have at least flailed and screamed like a common Star Warrior. That would be amusing. Somewhat. But you can bleed, so you’re interesting. You’re interesting and boring.”

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Best they don’t try to harm anyone else in the base. Nightmare’s not in the mood to lose anymore troops, and he’ll turn into a truly terrifying beast if it’s within the realm of possibility that they can harm CS.

It’s best, then, that he takes the electricity, seizing up while it works its way through his body and discharges painlessly, harmlessly into the walls and floor. He smells burned, but hasn’t moved from his original position and doesn’t look affected at all.

"That tickled," he intones.

Tickled? Tickled? Maybe this wasn’t an impostor. That would be worse, but also devastating to his reputation either way. “I smell a lie,” he said. He pointed a finger again, but this time a barrage of star bolts flew straight at his opponent.

Star bolts had been known to freeze most victims, and some had casually mentioned how much the ice seemed to burn like fire. Customer Service liked this method of attack himself, because that meant he could kick down the victim and watch their body shatter into a million pieces.

That is, of course if the attack worked. If this really was a Nightmare, then there was a possibility no attacks other than the Star Rod could damage him.

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Nightmare has the same opinion about alternates. Right now, however, he’s more concerned with what the Other Nightmare can do to him or his troops in the immediate future.

"Okay, so you don’t believe me." He doesn’t care about insults; his confidence is bulletproof. "To be honest, I don’t care about proving it to you. Your opinions and beliefs are useless to me." He lets his cape fall open, showing both hands. "If you’re so concerned about your precious reputation, why don’t you just kill me and take over this base? If you’re so confident I’m not one of your others, shouldn’t you be able to kill me easily?"

Is he really going to tank a hit from this freak? Is he going to trust they go for the head and not the arms? As long as they don’t touch him—if they strike him with lightning or a starbolt, that’s fine. He can’t even feel pain. If they touch him, however, a real fight will start.

Oh, that was a definite challenge he couldn’t turn down. That meant getting rid of this unamused know-it-all. 

Random ideas popped into his head, including firing star bolts into the walls to break some pressured water pipe, which in turn would shoot water out at alarming speeds, just enough to line the floor so he could electrocute everyone in the room.

Wait a minute. That was dumb. That would be something Customer Service would think of because he had limited powers and strength. Nightmare was a god. Best to just shoot the impostor right now. He pointed a finger at the other’s head and fired a discharge of electricity.

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Nightmare has no idea what’s happening. Is this some kind of joke? He stays quiet during the other’s tirade, and he can’t help it if his mind wanders—he’s confused and bored at the same time, a bad combination if you’re trying to keep his attention.

He snaps back to reality at the other’s approach, and jerks away like he’s been static-shocked. If the other tries to get close again, he’ll start zapping things.

Having barely caught the last thing the other says, Nightmare tilts his head and stares for a few seconds, silent. Then, he shrugs. “I don’t think you need help ruining your reputation, seeing as you’re coming across as colossally stupid on your own,” he says. “Do you not know about alternates yet? What, do you live under the rocks?”

He hasn’t forgotten that another Nightmare in his base is very, very bad. If the base is left standing, today’s a victory.

Ooh, that was a bad thing to do. Nightmare hated being insulted, but loved proving people wrong. “No, I do not live under rocks.”

What did he say about alternates? No… No… It couldn’t be. How many alternates did he meet? One? Two? One was already too much, and very annoying at that. How was he supposed to conquer the universe, and maybe the multiverse in general when someone else had the same exact idea.

"I know about alternates, but you don’t exactly appear up to par with me nor my alternates. That’s why I know you’re only someone in disguise,” he spat. “Now I’m not going to ask you again. What are you doing disguised as me?” he growled.

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The source of that unnatural, storming energy…stares at a paper too tiny for his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration, while a demon beast looks at him expectantly.

"Well, would you look at that," Nightmare says, snapping the paper back to the demon beast. "One hundred years of not trying to learn to read English and I still can’t read it! Amazing. Read it to me or else get me a copy in another language.”

"I don’t think they sent another copy, sir," the demon beast says. "So, I’ll just read it then…"

"Well, hurry it up. I desperately need to know how many times the scouts urinated in the wilderness."

Before the demon beast can get the first word out, Nightmare freezes. Being made of dark magic means he can detect it pretty well, and he detects it right now somewhere in the corridors. “Wait,” he says. “Tell me later.”

The demon beast looks flustered, even more so when Nightmare takes off, leaving them alone in the room. He finds this new, sudden source of darkness more interesting anyway. He rounds a corner, and comes upon an interesting sight indeed.

"Oh," is all he says to the perfect mirror of himself.

And there he was. The impostor, as Nightmare thought earlier. A very good disguise, too. Not many could release the type of energy he could feel right now.

That’s all the impostor said? Oh? How boring. You’d think it would be something interesting like a curse word or a scream. Screams were hilarious, especially quick high pitched yelps made by deep voiced life forms. 

"That’s the best line you can come up with? Oh? Oh? Like I’m something unimportant to gawk at, such as yourself? Very clever disguise, if I do say so myself. You got the appearance almost completely right, minus the chin and the nose there. Your nose sticks out too much like one of Bugzzy’s blades, and your chin is unsightly and grossly distracting compared to mine. Still a clever disguise,” he commented.

Nightmare hovered near the other Nightmare, as if trying to carefully examine him. “What are you doing disguised as me? Ruining my reputation?”