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Post by Naru on Feb 27, 2017 14:41:05 GMT -6
Mickey pushed open the door to the castle, stepping into a grand hall. Large chandeliers hung with black candles glowed, dimly lighting the area. The large door before Mickey groaned open, revealing a long throne room. A stretch of old life and decay permeated the area, but Mickey had nowhere to go but forward. She entered the throne room, and the doors slammed shut behind her, causing her to stumble forward. One by one, sconces on the walls lit, revealing long dead bodies hanging from the walls. Some by their necks, some by their wrists, a particularly gruesome one had a large spike through his neck and out his mouth, blood dripping steadily into a puddle on the floor. Mickey walked slowly, unease settling. The end of the room was still smothered in darkness, no doubt where the throne sat.
"Come and join me...Mickey," The voice whispered, sickeningly familiar, too like her own. Mickey clenched her fists and walked forward, sick and tired of this fake Mickey running rampant everywhere. She stepped into the darkness and it lit with laughter, black flames spiking high into the air. Mickey stumbled backwards, suddenly blinded as she threw her hands up. Her doppelgänger began to descend from the throne, a large, wicked looking scepter in her hands. She was terrifyingly beautiful, a queen in her own right, Mickey, but not. Much more wicked, much more vile, not at all the kind features common on Mickey's face. Her lines were hard.
"You can't escape your own mind, you'll never escape me, you're pathetic,' She swung her scepter out but Mickey rolled away, jumping back to her feet. "I'll take your body as my own...and the world will never be able to fight back. You're so wonderfully powerful, but refuse to use it. So I'll use it," She held up her hand, and the throne room burst into flame. Mickey jumped, landing on the throne, the only thing not burning, and Mickey2 growled, whirling around. No, not growl...she was grinning. "Just what I wanted," She laughed as burning flames wrapped around Mickey's ankles. She cried out, and had anyone been around, they would have seen the burns growing around her ankles, and raising higher. She was wrenched down, sitting on the throne as flames held her wrists in place, tightening around her throat. She struggled, but the pain only grew. She gasped, fighting the screams building in her throat.
"Relinquish your hold, give me control, you can't escape your mind. I'll burn you for eternity, trap us here together, if you don't," Mickey2 growled. She pushed the point of the spear into Mickey's skin, just below her collarbone. Now Mickey screamed.
"Give it to me!"
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