Every me and every you...

[gamerspy]

*Matt is back to normal.

Which doesn't mean he isn't going to enjoy things he took for granted - walking, of course, being the most obvious example.

He thought he'd been schooled in not going into random rooms, but he swears he can hear the MGS4 soundtrack as he passes by one in particular. He remembers Pink-L telling him about a games console

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[gamesonthebrain]

*Matt can swear he just heard the midi sound of metal-on-metal, followed by the familiar cry: HEAVEN OR HELL! DUEL ONE! LET'S ROCK!

alas, when he steps in the room there are no video games; instead, there are now two O!Matts-- one, with his natural blond (yes, blond) hair and an outfit resembling a normal Matt's, the other with neon blue hair, rainbow stockings, and a very bloody, skimpy, female nurse outfit*

...What the...

*looks around, eeeeeeeeeevil grin* Fucking finally--! Freedom!

((8D ten points to the first person who gets the video game ref

and bad matt is very very bad, handle with care or violent consequences will occur!))

[gamerspy]

The hell if I know. This fucking place, I swear to God.

*There's a visible difference between these Matts, too: the first - the one who spoke - isn't wearing goggles or gloves, has no vest on, and has a lit cigarette clamped between his lips; the other isn't smoking, but looks as if he's about to head into the Arctic wastes. You can barely see his face.*

Hey. *to the O!Matts.*

[gamesonthebrain]

*nervously looks at his other self* Hey, just-- don't take it out on me. *looks over at the other Matts, little wave* Um... which... one are you?

What do I care about you? You're boring. *advances on the smoking Matt, grinning, hands behind his back* Are you more interesting~?

(boo, have to go to work... i be back later!))

[gamerspy]

Are you asking which Matt we are, or which part of this Matt I am?

He's lazy. I guess that makes me more interesting by default. *skeptical look* Depends what you mean by interesting.

((Have fun at work, bb!))

[ijk_mno]

We're wasting our time, you know.

*The two L's are identical, in almost every respect. Except one is looking at Matt faintly hopefully, and the other is looking at his double, bored and reproachful.*

Matt?

[gamerspy]

*Both Matts look up, and smile. It's harder to tell with one of them, of course; his face is obscured with the collar of his vest, the thick goggles. The other moves closer.*

Who's wasting their time?

We all are. That's what this place is. *he shrugs.* Does it really bother anyone?

[ijk_mno]

It bothers me.

*This one's eyes narrow.*

He's not very patient.

[gamerspy]

You are totally welcome to take out your frustration on us. Just so you know. *a grin.*

*the other looks, for a moment, like he's about to approach - then apparently changes his mind, settling back against the wall. he still seems to be staring over at the Ls.* I know it must be difficult. You do deserve a break, though. That's all this is.

[underworld_m]

[Mello really shouldn't enter. Even if the scent of chocolate cream cake is almost irresistible.

When he breaks into two halves, it's painfully obvious which is which. The Mello on the left has the familiar scar, horns, smoky aura, a pointed tail, and demonic wings; whereas the one on the right merely has a more peaceful atmosphere with angelic wings.

It doesn't take long for the evil!Mello to slam his more serene counterpart against the wall. Nor does it take long for a flaming. fist to collide with his face.]

You. How fucking dare you, you little slut!

[gamerspy]

*one Matt hangs back, looking mildly concerned. the other storms over.*

For fuck's sake, Mello, cut it out.

*the other Matt looks, for a moment, like he might object to this. then he shrugs and leans back against the wall, watching.*

[underworld_m]

No, Matt. [The evil Mello snarls, punctuated it by slamming the other's head even more roughly against the wall.] This little fucking whore took it to his mind to cut me out. Fuck that shit. I'm not letting some daddy's little angel fuck up everything we planned!

[gamerspy]

Yeah, and smashing your own fucking head in is a great solution to that problem. Stop it.

[choccomello]

[ he thinks he can hear his Matt's voice, and stops outside of the door, blinking. he tentatively pushes it open, taking a step inside, and immediately is split in two. ]

Ha!

[ this Mello's hair is darker brown than the other's, and he gives off the distinct scent of extra-dark chocolate. ]

Oh, God, what is this?

[ the lighter-haired one, who smells like creamy milk chocolate, is very confused, staring at his double. ]

[gamerspy]

Mello?

*both Matts turn to look at him. the second frowns, but assumes Mello has just come out of another room.*

What does it look like?

[choccomello]

I... don't know. This must be one of those weird rooms, huh?

Weird? This is awesome! [ grins, happy to be 'free'~ ]

[cipherhood]

-This was Light's bedroom; he's sure of it. But when steps inside, suddenly, there's a moment of disorientation, and then... two.

One Light is dressed in a black business suit, standing a couple of inches off the ground. His eyes are a vibrant red, and there's electricity snapping and crackling around his head and shoulders. The expression on his face in cruel.

The other Light is barefoot, wearing simple trousers and a sweater. His eyes - normal brown - are wide, and he looks a little bit scared, and distinctly nauseous. He stumbles backwards immediately, arms wrapping around him, sinking down against the wall.-

No. What have I... what have you...

Oh, shut up. I don't need you. -Glancing over contemptuously.-

[gamerspy]

I knew you were an evil son of a bitch. *the Matt without goggles or gloves looks angry, advancing on both Lights. Get the fuck out of here.

*the other is leaning against the wall, quite close to the barefoot Light.* Matt. Don't. *to Light* We do hate you, though.