"Oh wow, what a bore you've become." Spoke the impostor, as Stuffy glared. "Theres only room for one awesome person here, and thats me!" The real Stuffy growled, and turned to grab the sharpest object in range. A shabby sword. "This'll have to do." She sighed, and faced the mirror image.
"It's like you've swapped places," fake Asmo said. "Looks like your current form is too complicated for me." He switched into fake Stuffy, tried to attack with ice crystals, but real Asmo sidestepped the attack. Asmo lunged forward at fake Asmo, who quickly looked up, turned into a bat, and flew up, dodging real Asmo. He flew up high, clearly planning something.
Stuffy barely glanced at the other fake person. She swung the sword at Stuffy #2, though it was graceful. The fake took a step back.
A minotaur dropped down on top of Asmo, spinning on its back and forcing him into a sleeper hold. Asmo was a bit disoriented by the impact. Pseudo-Asmo said in his ear, "I'm gonna have to kill you for what you did to those ponies. They were just doing their jobs, you know." He tightened his grip. "Then I'll know how to use that form. Of course I'll have to take out a few people. Maya and Dusty for setting you loose." Fake Asmo was clearly trying to get inside real Asmo's head, but this was just pisssing him off. Fake Asmo jerked real Asmo's head a bit. "Then since we both know your Stuffy is probably winning here, I'll have to come after her." With that, a tentacle shot up and pierced both Asmos.
The fake Stuffy was confused, "Why are you fighting with such... Neatness?" "It's nice to change things." Said the real one, having trouble hitting the poser.
One the tentacle retracted, the real Asmo landed on his feet, while the fake took a second to stand up. "I was gonna make it quick," said fake Asmo, "but just for that, this is gonna hurt." Fake Asmo charged forward like any good minotaur, but instead of ramming like real Asmo expected, he jumped up and kicked off of his head, nearly knocking him to the ground. "I'm not being outsmarted by a more ignorant version of me," declared real Asmo as he recovered. Noting how easy his mind was to infiltrate, he did the fear thing to the fake, causing him to tremble slightly. "M-mind rape, me? I th-th-thought we were above this." He held his ground, but he would be sloppy.
"Asmodeus, what are you doing?!" The real Stuffy gave a stern glance at him. The fake Stuffy gave an effective punch at the real one, causing her to fall down. The fake looked down at her and spoke. "Don't you remember? It's better to be evil than good, better to be worshipped than worship." The impostor grimaced. "I remember.." The real Stuffy some and looked to the sky. "I remember then."
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 listen to her, Patches! She's trying to *squee!* with your head!"
"But you should remember too, Asmodeus. Chaos is vital." The real Stuffy stood and the fake one giddily laughed.
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 real Stuffy laughed as if he were pathetic. "They are more powerful than all. Evil is more powerful. Evil is dominant."
"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 starting to boil within Asmo. Was he seriously being betrayed?
"He's not. You're just losing." The real Stuffy said, and made sure she was close to both the fakes. She grimaced and two colorful crystals shot out at lightning speed, boring piercing each impostor. She turned away, sewing add they had not much of an option to live.
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 two?" He was mostly bluffing.
"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 rolled back, and his body started bubbling.
Stuffy drew a deep growl. "God, Asmodeus. I've seen you fight your own fights! That a was just a cat! What the hell?"
"Yet we took town a building sized SPIDER!" Stuffy turned towards him aggressively. Her eyes were narrow, and her teeth were glinting.
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."
"Then why did I end up killing both of them?" She hissed, and started walking towards the castle, but stopped abruptly. Her ears flattened. "Actually, I don't need to get my soul back. I still have it. I was made with the world. I'm surprised I made it this far without backing out." She gave Asmodeus a fierce stare, and quickly disappeared into the odd buildings.
