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Dudley Stumbled into the bathroom Trying to comprehend what happened in that nightmare.
"That was something out of a Japanese Horror movie" he said to himself.
"Where did this come from?" he turned his attention to the mole on his finger.
"Where, Indeed". another voice said
Dudley neary jumped out of his skin when he heard that voice.
"Who's there?!" Dudley asked with a shaky voice.
"Look at your reflection. You'll find all your answers there" The voice replied.
Dudley looked at his reflection, he saw himself but there were differences: His eyes were red, His fur slightly unkempt, and he seems to have vampire-like fangs.
"Who are you?" Dudley said worringly.
"Isn't it obvious Dynomutt? I'm you. Well, a darker part of you.
"Why are you here?" Dudley demanded.
"I'm here to free yourself from your limitations. Have you ever felt Inadaquate, Overshadowed, or Undermined by someone you know?"
"I don't know who your talking about." Dudley retorted.
"I'm talking about your alledged friend!" His reflection barked.
"That Smug, Uppity, Green-Eyed grimalkin, Kitty Katswell!."
"That's a Lie!" Dudley said "Kitty's my best friend."
"Oh Really?" his reflection snorted. "Would your best friend Lie in your face about standing guard for a mission, just so she can avoid you to laze around on a cruise ship?"
Dudley couldn't respond to that.
"Would your best friend Intentionally ditch you so she could goof off in an amusement park even though you never been there in your life?
Dudley clenched his fist when he remembered that incident.
"And would your best friend abandon you to keep watch on a criminal, While she indulged herself in fish and catnip on a train?
"No." Dudley said quietly.
"She's no best friend of yours." his reflection said grimly.
"She's nothing but a two-faced, hypocritical, sack of slime!"
Tears began to flow in Dudley's eyes.
"Ever since you first met her, she was always quick to point out your shortcomings, and she was always quick to point out a cats so-called superiority. What does she know about you?!"
Dudley tried to ignore his reflections words, but he couldn't.
"Admit It! You wished that one day, you could prove that catgirl wrong, and her "Instincts" would blow up in her whiskered face!"
"Yes." Dudley said with venom in his voice.
"Then let met teach you." his reflection said "Together, we could expose Kitty Katswell, as the wench she truly is!"
Dudley took a few moments to think.
"I accept." he said malevolently
"Good Answer." his reflection replied.
End of part 3.
"That was something out of a Japanese Horror movie" he said to himself.
"Where did this come from?" he turned his attention to the mole on his finger.
"Where, Indeed". another voice said
Dudley neary jumped out of his skin when he heard that voice.
"Who's there?!" Dudley asked with a shaky voice.
"Look at your reflection. You'll find all your answers there" The voice replied.
Dudley looked at his reflection, he saw himself but there were differences: His eyes were red, His fur slightly unkempt, and he seems to have vampire-like fangs.
"Who are you?" Dudley said worringly.
"Isn't it obvious Dynomutt? I'm you. Well, a darker part of you.
"Why are you here?" Dudley demanded.
"I'm here to free yourself from your limitations. Have you ever felt Inadaquate, Overshadowed, or Undermined by someone you know?"
"I don't know who your talking about." Dudley retorted.
"I'm talking about your alledged friend!" His reflection barked.
"That Smug, Uppity, Green-Eyed grimalkin, Kitty Katswell!."
"That's a Lie!" Dudley said "Kitty's my best friend."
"Oh Really?" his reflection snorted. "Would your best friend Lie in your face about standing guard for a mission, just so she can avoid you to laze around on a cruise ship?"
Dudley couldn't respond to that.
"Would your best friend Intentionally ditch you so she could goof off in an amusement park even though you never been there in your life?
Dudley clenched his fist when he remembered that incident.
"And would your best friend abandon you to keep watch on a criminal, While she indulged herself in fish and catnip on a train?
"No." Dudley said quietly.
"She's no best friend of yours." his reflection said grimly.
"She's nothing but a two-faced, hypocritical, sack of slime!"
Tears began to flow in Dudley's eyes.
"Ever since you first met her, she was always quick to point out your shortcomings, and she was always quick to point out a cats so-called superiority. What does she know about you?!"
Dudley tried to ignore his reflections words, but he couldn't.
"Admit It! You wished that one day, you could prove that catgirl wrong, and her "Instincts" would blow up in her whiskered face!"
"Yes." Dudley said with venom in his voice.
"Then let met teach you." his reflection said "Together, we could expose Kitty Katswell, as the wench she truly is!"
Dudley took a few moments to think.
"I accept." he said malevolently
"Good Answer." his reflection replied.
End of part 3.
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And now, The 3rd chapter.
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Oh god, and I thought Scratch was dark.