Destruction; Hurt/Comfort Bingo
Title: Destruction
Prompt: Mistaken Identity
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Selfcest
Summary: Red was accused of things that he never did... He has to confront the shadow he loved.
Notes: Based on the song "Mozaik Role" by Megpoid. I also just realized I never showed the aftermath of the accusations... Oh well.
Standing in a mirror, Red turned around as he felt something touch him. He flinched as he noticed that there was a doppelganger of him standing before him. The question left his mouth before he could repress it. “Who are you?”
Smirking, the doppelganger replied, “I am you, or you are me. Whatever it is, I’m the original here and you’re the copy.”
“H-how am I the copy here but not elsewhere?” Red titled his head slightly, giving off a “cute” impression and showing that he was confused.
The “copy” grinned, and said, “Why, how am I the original here but not elsewhere? I was here first, as you were there first. You know… this is the first time I actually get to meet you. I should introduce myself, right Red? Well, I’m your shadow, your darker half. They call me ‘Dark Red’ for obvious reasons.”
“I… I see,” Red whispered, staring at his shadow with awe. He hadn’t met anyone that was like him, or understood him, but he was told by his parents that anyone from here was bad. If anything, he couldn’t trust his darker half.
“You know, you’re adorable. I wouldn’t mind being able to… spend some time with you~” The dark being grinned at his lighter half, hoping that he would be able to spend some quality time with Red.
“I… I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you,” Red murmured, smiling despite his unease. From there, they built a wonderful friendship that was ruined when they both reached the age of fifteen (they had met when Red was eight, and he assumed his shadow was eight too.)
Red started to get into trouble for things he didn’t do, such as pulling someone into a mud puddle or stealing a cat-why would he want a cat if he was allergic to it? People were weird. He also noticed the glares from girls and the lecherous looks from boys (but he later found out that the phenomenon had nothing to do with his shadow.)
He also noticed that there was always someone whispering behind his back about something he supposedly did-if Red did it, he didn’t remember doing said thing. They would keep mentioning that he looked a bit under the weather, though he ignored it as easily as those rumors that were going around about him doing some weird things.
Red had to admit that it was a bit aggravating when his own friends doubted him, even going so far as to stating that they saw him do the thing he swore he didn’t do. The only one who seemed to believe him was Link, who looked a bit amused by the whole situation (which didn’t really help his mood, if Red was completely honest.)
Sometimes, he wondered why he stuck with his friends, but quickly reminded himself that they were there for him (…sometimes), and that they liked him for him, and not because of his “success” and “popularity”.
Shaking his head, Red made his way back towards the mirror that had brought him to his shadow. He hated thinking of Dark Red that way, but he had fallen (somewhat) for him. He hated thinking things like that, as it wasn’t normal to fall in love with the shadow version of yourself, but he couldn’t really control things like that.
When his shadow landed right beside him, Red couldn’t help but jump in shock-even after seven years, he wasn’t used to his shadow’s habit of popping out of nowhere. In fact, the shadow sometimes changed it up (as he called it), and appeared in front of Red like a normal person-warning him beforehand that he was arriving and then walking to him.
“Oh Red. It’s so boring here without you,” the shadow whispered. “I like being with you, and you with me. I wouldn’t mind if you stayed with me forever,” he continued, chuckling when he saw the blush that covered his caster’s face.
“I… can’t stay here… I need to go back home, where people need me,” Red whispered. As much as he complained about the people who blamed him for things he didn’t do, he knew that he was needed and loved by them.
“How-how…” Before Red could hear anymore from the shadow, he found himself standing outside the mirror with Link looking down at him (literally.)
“I figured as much. You obviously had a shadow that you were seeing,” Link muttered. “This will only bring trouble,” Link continued in a louder voice. “He will bring your demise, if you’re not careful.” The small frown on Link’s face stopped Red from shouting, but he couldn’t really dispel the anger.
“What do you mean, Link?” He wanted to know what Link was implying because he also needed to defend his shadow, even if he wasn’t the best person around (or even close to it.)
“You’re probably wondering why people say you did something you didn’t do. You don’t understand the power of the shadow beings, do you?” Taking Red’s silence as a confirmation, he continued on. “Your shadow has been parading around as you, causing trouble wherever he goes. Whether he does it intentionally or not is unknown, but a shadow cannot come out here without causing trouble.”
Red hadn’t believed him, but now he did. At this moment, fighting against his darker half, with Link watching on (with an unreadable expression), he couldn’t help but think that his friend had been right, unbelievably so.
“Isn’t it enough to say that we loved each other once,” he whispered, holding his blade out in case he was attacked again (even if he didn’t know much about swordplay, he knew the basics of attacking and defending.)
Suddenly, it shattered, the mirror that he was in. Or maybe he was rejected, and forced out of the mirror. Whatever happened, he was standing in the field that held the mirror with Link. As he stood in the field, staring at the area that once held the mirror that linked the two worlds, he found that he wasn’t as sad as he could be.
“It’s ironic… Today, it’s been exactly ten years since I first met him. And I’ll never get to see him again.”
Link had a smile that said something was going to happen. “I wouldn’t say that. You may meet him. Just don’t expect to use the mirror that you destroyed.” With that, Link walked away, leaving Red to his thoughts.
Prompt: Mistaken Identity
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Selfcest
Summary: Red was accused of things that he never did... He has to confront the shadow he loved.
Notes: Based on the song "Mozaik Role" by Megpoid. I also just realized I never showed the aftermath of the accusations... Oh well.
Standing in a mirror, Red turned around as he felt something touch him. He flinched as he noticed that there was a doppelganger of him standing before him. The question left his mouth before he could repress it. “Who are you?”
Smirking, the doppelganger replied, “I am you, or you are me. Whatever it is, I’m the original here and you’re the copy.”
“H-how am I the copy here but not elsewhere?” Red titled his head slightly, giving off a “cute” impression and showing that he was confused.
The “copy” grinned, and said, “Why, how am I the original here but not elsewhere? I was here first, as you were there first. You know… this is the first time I actually get to meet you. I should introduce myself, right Red? Well, I’m your shadow, your darker half. They call me ‘Dark Red’ for obvious reasons.”
“I… I see,” Red whispered, staring at his shadow with awe. He hadn’t met anyone that was like him, or understood him, but he was told by his parents that anyone from here was bad. If anything, he couldn’t trust his darker half.
“You know, you’re adorable. I wouldn’t mind being able to… spend some time with you~” The dark being grinned at his lighter half, hoping that he would be able to spend some quality time with Red.
“I… I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you,” Red murmured, smiling despite his unease. From there, they built a wonderful friendship that was ruined when they both reached the age of fifteen (they had met when Red was eight, and he assumed his shadow was eight too.)
Red started to get into trouble for things he didn’t do, such as pulling someone into a mud puddle or stealing a cat-why would he want a cat if he was allergic to it? People were weird. He also noticed the glares from girls and the lecherous looks from boys (but he later found out that the phenomenon had nothing to do with his shadow.)
He also noticed that there was always someone whispering behind his back about something he supposedly did-if Red did it, he didn’t remember doing said thing. They would keep mentioning that he looked a bit under the weather, though he ignored it as easily as those rumors that were going around about him doing some weird things.
Red had to admit that it was a bit aggravating when his own friends doubted him, even going so far as to stating that they saw him do the thing he swore he didn’t do. The only one who seemed to believe him was Link, who looked a bit amused by the whole situation (which didn’t really help his mood, if Red was completely honest.)
Sometimes, he wondered why he stuck with his friends, but quickly reminded himself that they were there for him (…sometimes), and that they liked him for him, and not because of his “success” and “popularity”.
Shaking his head, Red made his way back towards the mirror that had brought him to his shadow. He hated thinking of Dark Red that way, but he had fallen (somewhat) for him. He hated thinking things like that, as it wasn’t normal to fall in love with the shadow version of yourself, but he couldn’t really control things like that.
When his shadow landed right beside him, Red couldn’t help but jump in shock-even after seven years, he wasn’t used to his shadow’s habit of popping out of nowhere. In fact, the shadow sometimes changed it up (as he called it), and appeared in front of Red like a normal person-warning him beforehand that he was arriving and then walking to him.
“Oh Red. It’s so boring here without you,” the shadow whispered. “I like being with you, and you with me. I wouldn’t mind if you stayed with me forever,” he continued, chuckling when he saw the blush that covered his caster’s face.
“I… can’t stay here… I need to go back home, where people need me,” Red whispered. As much as he complained about the people who blamed him for things he didn’t do, he knew that he was needed and loved by them.
“How-how…” Before Red could hear anymore from the shadow, he found himself standing outside the mirror with Link looking down at him (literally.)
“I figured as much. You obviously had a shadow that you were seeing,” Link muttered. “This will only bring trouble,” Link continued in a louder voice. “He will bring your demise, if you’re not careful.” The small frown on Link’s face stopped Red from shouting, but he couldn’t really dispel the anger.
“What do you mean, Link?” He wanted to know what Link was implying because he also needed to defend his shadow, even if he wasn’t the best person around (or even close to it.)
“You’re probably wondering why people say you did something you didn’t do. You don’t understand the power of the shadow beings, do you?” Taking Red’s silence as a confirmation, he continued on. “Your shadow has been parading around as you, causing trouble wherever he goes. Whether he does it intentionally or not is unknown, but a shadow cannot come out here without causing trouble.”
Red hadn’t believed him, but now he did. At this moment, fighting against his darker half, with Link watching on (with an unreadable expression), he couldn’t help but think that his friend had been right, unbelievably so.
“Isn’t it enough to say that we loved each other once,” he whispered, holding his blade out in case he was attacked again (even if he didn’t know much about swordplay, he knew the basics of attacking and defending.)
Suddenly, it shattered, the mirror that he was in. Or maybe he was rejected, and forced out of the mirror. Whatever happened, he was standing in the field that held the mirror with Link. As he stood in the field, staring at the area that once held the mirror that linked the two worlds, he found that he wasn’t as sad as he could be.
“It’s ironic… Today, it’s been exactly ten years since I first met him. And I’ll never get to see him again.”
Link had a smile that said something was going to happen. “I wouldn’t say that. You may meet him. Just don’t expect to use the mirror that you destroyed.” With that, Link walked away, leaving Red to his thoughts.