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You find yourself contemplating all of the nasty ways you could snuff this demon bitch out: chucking her through the portal she crawled out from with your <span class="mu-g">BACKUUM,</span> stabbing her with that <span class="mu-g">OLD CRUCIFIX</span> you totally forgot you had, feeding her to <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span>... but as you list your ideas neatly out inside your head, you can’t help but be a little curious about the devilish doppelganger.
So, you grunt as you promptly snatch up her <span class="mu-r">TELESCOPING PITCHFORK</span> before she can use it, who the hell are you anyways? Dang, this thing is <span class="mu-i">toasty</span>!
“<span class="mu-r">I…</span>” She begins in a hoarse, but surprisingly similar voice to your own, “<span class="mu-r">I’m… you.</span>”
Okay, you blink, not expecting that response, but who is she <span class="mu-i">really</span>? Like, which plane did she take here, or whatever?
“<span class="mu-r">I’m you…</span>” She repeats, her voice quickly adapting to your intonation and pitch. “<span class="mu-r">And I come from… from very far away.”
“Careful, Stan…” Talbot murmurs in a cautious voice, “It’s probably a trick!”
Yea thanks, Talbot, you groan, it’s not like you didn’t just fight this bitch for four whole updates, or anything! Waving his warning away, you twirl the pitchfork you uh, <span class="mu-i">borrowed</span> as you study the demon on the ground. Far away, huh? To do <span class="mu-i">what</span>, exactly?
“I want…” She groans as she glances nervously between you and the portal behind her, “I want to be… here.”
What, in the <span class="mu-i">lab</span>?! You scoff! With a bunch of dwee-
“When I came here before, I was formless. A shade.” Demon You continues in a surprisingly wimpy tone. “But when I tasted your essence… you gave me shape.” Nodding as if that somehow makes sense, the demon looks at you pleadingly. “And I want to stay here now. I want what you have.”
“Yea, nope.” Art replies with a shake of his head, “One’s <span class="mu-i">more</span> than enough, thanks, and we’ve seen more than enough demons for one lifeti-”
“It’s… not entirely unheard of…” Interrupts Teevor as he peeks out from his hiding spot behind some debris. “Not all demons are inherently malicious.”
“Please,” The demon whimpers as she looks fearfully at the portal behind her, “Don’t send me back!”
“Whoof,” Ly remarks as you stare in complete and under befuddlement, “Welp, <span class="mu-i">I’m</span> outta my element here…”
Do you ask anything else, or render judgment on this thing? You probably have enough time for <span class="mu-b">A MAXIMUM OF 3 QUESTIONS!</span>
>WHY THE HECK DID YOU ATTACK?
>CAN I HAVE THAT MASCOT SUIT?
>IF YOU STICK AROUND, WHAT WILL YOU DO?
>WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HIGH SCHOLAR?
>WHAT KIND OF DEMON ARE YOU ANYWAYS?
>ANY THOUGHTS, FRIENDS?
>YOU’RE READY TO MAKE A DECISION!
>WRITE-IN!</span>
