((Yay I can do stuff-things))
The morning hadn’t much different than any other for Dorian. He woke up, shaved, showered, and got dressed. It all was so monotonous that he actually sorta mentally blanked for a while and when he finally woke up from his trance, he was staring at himself and his outfit was actually rather off for some reason. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair unkempt. He looked puzzled but visually shrugged it off until he heard a voice, “Aww, you don’t like my style?” This on the other hand made Dorian jump a bit and he looked into the mirror and saw a similarly dressed version of him lazily sitting on the edge of the bath.
He shook his head and closed his eyes and when he reopened them, the vision was gone. He soon fixed himself and was looking as he normally does, “Oh come on! With my version you could have finally gotten with a girl and given her a good dicking! You’re just setting yourself back.”
Dorian sighed, “It’s called civility. I have a public image to keep to and a reputation. People wouldn’t look well on me if I went around fulfilling your urges.”
The image now was standing behind him in the mirror and spat, “You know, things like that are the reason I exist in the first place. They aren’t my urges, THEY’RE YOURS! I only exist in your head because you bottle up so many of those urges and emotions so you can keep your oh so precious ‘reputation’.”
Dorian looked down in shame, “Th-that’s not tru-“
“BULLSHIT!” The image yelled back and laughed as it saw Dorian jump, “Kehehehe, I got you so bad! Anyway though, have it your way. Just keep repressing everything you feel like the little robot you are. Eventually someone will push the wrong buttons and your wires will short-circuit and you know just as well as me that when that happens,” he pauses as the image wraps his arms over Dorian’s shoulders in a type of hug, “You’ll snap like a little twig and everybody will see your true personality,” He leaned forwards so that his mouth was right next to Dorian’s ear and whispered, “Me.”
Dorian spun around and clenched his fist to punch the image but he was alone. He dropped his fist and sighed as he finished his morning routine. Once done he left his home and took a walk outside to a coffee shop to get something to drink.
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Topic: Rise of the Magic Girls v2 IC Thread: Antimagic and gods and souls oh my (Read 3170717 times)