Undead · 11:15pm May 4th, 2021

“Now where did Pharynx put the acrylics?” Bezier muttered as she rummaged through the shelves. “I swear, if he left any of them wide open, I’m not gonna be paying for them this time.”

“Check the bottom shelf.”

“Okay, sure, let me just—” Bezier froze, blinking. That was not Pharynx. At all. “Wait a minute...”

She turned around, before nearly screaming and vomiting at the sight in front of her. “What the?!”

Sitting on a nearby chair was no one other than herself, except this version of her didn’t look too good. She had patches of scars and rotting flesh as well as pair of glowing eyes and a significantly huge chunk missing from one of her legs. Despite this condition, she seemed... surprisingly chill, for the most part.

The regular Bezier breathed heavily. “...Okay, this absolutely has to be a suck prank. It has to. Whoever it is, put down the disguise. It’s not funny.”

“Wish I could say it was, honestly. Even if it was, well, I’d probably be the 5% who wouldn’t be laughing about it.”

“Where did you come from? Why are you here?!” Bezier lifted a nearby stool in defense.

“Chill out, will ya?” the other one snapped with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, just be glad you didn’t plummet off the Ponyville bridge.”

“Ponyville bridge? What about it?”

“Eh, long story short. Kinda wish I stuck around Hero and Zenex a bit longer. Ah well, life sucks more than usual when you’re just a figment of one’s imagination, eh?”

“Hold on, what do Hero and Zenex have to do with whatever the heck you’re doing here?”

“Uh... Bezzy? Who are you talking to?”

Bezier turned to see Pharynx at the doorway with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “About time you showed up. See, it’s a long story; I was in here looking for some paints when suddenly this undead—” As soon as she turned in attempt to gesture the undead version of herself that was sitting in the room with her, she immediately saw that the aforementioned changeling had vanished. “Hey, where’d it go?”

“Where’d what go?”

“I-I could’ve swore that it was here! Was I...?” Bezier uttered in bewilderment.

“Er... you said you were looking for paint, right?”

She sighed in defeat, taking the acrylics off the bottom shelf and leaving the room.

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