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Maya noticed the city blacking out. "Oh, no... Stuffy, if you don't go help him now, he could die. I thought you were his friend."
"Forget this form, it's creeping me out, dude." Maya walked outside for a moment, then came back in with her saddlebags. She pulled out a small...
"There's more to it, dude. You were eager to tag along before. Why the sudden turn?"
"I was just here, and I noticed you storming away from the city. What happened? Is Asmo okay?" She walked closer.
She landed and said gently, "Stuffy..."
Dusty shook his head. "That was a draw."
Suddenly, a familiar pegasus made her way in. Asmo was still searching the city.
Dusty had another shot. He seemed fine for a second, but then he started leaning forward, and his face hit the bar. The impact woke him up, and he...
"Wha... Patches, wait!" He went to follow her, but the city went completely black. When the light came back on, an older-looking, buff stallion...
Fake Asmo was now a puddle of black slime. "I had this fake down, Patches. And I'm pretty sure you were struggling against the other you, too."
"Really? You saw a cat? Because I'm pretty sure I saw myself looking like a *squee!*ing minotaur."
"You... piece of..." As if the real Asmo was dying, souls started leaving the fake's body. "I know for sure now... No afterlife..." His eyes...
Asmo was startled, wondering why he didn't see that coming. Fake Asmo struggled to look up. "You think... this'll stop me... from coming for you...
"Then explain to me why this little pseudo me," he hoof'd fake him in the nose before standing up, "is such a pushover." Rage and confusion were...
Another round. Maya drunkenly laid her head on Dusty's chest. "I hope you realize I'm winning this," said Dusty.
"This is ninety percent alcohol, Dusty! Are you feeling anything yet, you little heavyweight?" "Nope." With that, he used his very useful hands to...
"Round two," said Dusty, pouring the second shots. The couple took their shots, and Maya suppressed a small burp. Dusty was still completely...
Fake Asmo tried to grab the real one's face, but immediately caught a hoof to the jaw. "Stay down! Stuffy, you might be right, but they want us dead."
The two Asmos charged, but the real one was able to overpower the fake one, using the fake's own momentum to throw him to the ground. "Don't...
Arranged were the shot glasses. Maya poured the drink into each glass. Dusty and Maya took their shots. Both were unphased.
