Sour Sweet looked around the dinky little gym. Somehow, the lights had dimmed, confetti was raining from the ceiling, and… was that a disco ball?
“Well, isn’t this lovely?” she said to herself. She narrowed her eyes. “How did it happen?”
“Pinkie Pie,” said a voice behind her.
Sour rolled her eyes. “Thank you for that incredibly clear and helpful answer.” She turned to the speaker. “You must be—“ The rest of the sentence died in her throat. At first glance, she seemed to be looking at herself, though the doppelganger had no freckles, and her greenless hair was in two buns instead of a ponytail. Sour glared. “You.”
The other girl smiled and waved. “Hi, Sour Sweet.”
“Sweeten Sour.” What Sour did couldn't really be called a smile, more peeling back her lips to expose her teeth. “Why, it’s been months! I was hoping for years.”
“It’s good to see you too.”
“I’m sure,” Sour snarled. She looked around. “So, how is life at Loser High?”
Sweeten's expression still didn't shift. “It’s actually been pretty interesting lately. How’s Crystal Prep?”
“Oh, you know," said Sour. "Better facilities than here, better teachers than here, just better than here in general. Amazing, isn’t it, how two things can look kind of similar but one is clearly superior?”
Sweeten Sour shrugged. “I suppose it depends on what you’re judging.”
Sour Sweet snarled and clenched her fists. She opened her mouth, ready to deliver something that she just knew would finally, finally wipe the grin off of the other girl's face.
Sweeten beat her to it. “So, how’s Mom?”
Sour sagged. “She’s fine.” After a moment, she added, “How’s Dad?”
Her sister sighed. “Doing well enough.”
After an uncomfortable few seconds, Sour said, “Is he seeing anyone?”
Sweeten shook her head. “Not right now. Is she?”
Sour mirrored the gesture. “No." She picked at her uniform for a moment. "Still in marching band?”
“Yeah." A bit of Sweeten's earlier smile came back. "Helped with a great pep rally a few days ago. Still on the archery team?”
Sour smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Head of it.”
“Nice.” Sweeten smiled in full, and Sour felt herself match the expression.
Then the lights slammed back on and the music cut out. All eyes turned to the stage as Principal Cinch delivered a speech, the two student bodies separating as she spoke.
The twins stayed next to one another. “Wow,” said Sweeten. “She’s a real bitch, isn’t she?” When there was no reply, she turned to her sister, who was staring at her open-mouthed. “Uh, Sour?”
“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said.”
Sweeten winked. “It’s the meanest thing you’ve ever heard me say.” She waved. "Good luck in the Friendship Games."
Some part of Sour raised her hand and muttered a "Thanks." The rest was busy with trying to put her world back together.
This made an alarming amount of sense.
As always, you never fail to deliver on the Awesome. It makes total sense! And I have to agree with Sweeten's observation
Yeah, makes sense. It's a tiny little storyling, but it adds a nice amount of depth to Sour Sweet.
Still less weird than my headcanon about those two.
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Ooh, do tell.
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Oh, I write in a high fantasy setting AU, so a friend of mine and I bounced ideas around starting with the normal twins headcanon, then ended with the two of them being then end result of a teleportation accident that split one soul into two parts.
The end result is Sour Sweet is overly emotional and prone to mood swings, and Sweeten Sour borders on emotionless and struggles to connect with others on a social front. Both of their existences are painful for them, especially since extended interaction with each other will result in them merging back into one being, and neither of them wants to kill their 'sister' to do this. This has the result of their parents having to live separate from each other, so as not to risk their daughters' lives, which just adds to their issues.
On top of that, in-universe, there really isn't any sort of precedence for the two of them to draw from, since every other case of a soul being split into multiple parts ended with the parts either being reabsorbed into the whole in a few hours, or several days of utter agony before the soul tears itself to shreds.
Like I said, weird.
6741711 somehow I missed both of those jokes. Silly me.
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I wonder if this headcanon will sink ships?
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I don't think I've ever seen people ship these two, so I doubt it.
eeee, I helped! :D
I'm glad I wasn't the only one who noticed that the two look similar, but twins? Great idea!