Who's the Evil Twin?

[Sombra]

(September 6th, open to King Sombra & Sombra.)

The good king placed his crown next to the coffee machine as he let it brew. He grinned wryly, happy that they indeed had coffee in this universe. He needed the elixir to keep him awake. The nightmares of merged worlds plagued the handsome stallion, the shadows flashing with dark images of horror. He tried to block them out. He even thought he spotted a cheery Princess Luna among the crowd! How odd. Perhaps there were other versions here.

He wasn't pleased to learn there was yet another version of him here. An evil version. A pony of power and flame. He sighed before the whistle of the coffee pot awoke him. He used his magic to lift the pot and pour it into a cup. Placing it gently back, he nearly spilled the thing when he heard the door to the Teachers' lounge slam behind him.

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King Sombra was most displeased. Apparently, there was some other-world version of himself within these walls. One that didn't share his ambition. One who was soft, and weak. A black shadow billowed down the hall, only to coalesce into the body of an armored, crowned unicorn as he approached the Teacher's Lounge. His curved horn pulsed with crimson light, and the door slammed opened, revealing the other him. He bared his fangs in disgust at the sight.

"So, it's true," he growled, walking inside the lounge to take a closer look at his double. What he saw reminded him of himself, in a superficial way, when he'd been young, and weak. Naive, and determined to gain power and status through 'authorized' channels. Before he'd turned to another path. But he didn't see the spark of ambition, the drive he had possessed, even then.

"Regrettably," he added after a brief moment. He was tempted to destroy the unicorn before him out of hand, but he had no idea what the destruction of an alternate version of himself would do to him.

[Sombra]

Sombra's eyes widened as he rested the coffee mug on the table where the coffee pot resided. He took in a dark vision of himself with annoyed distaste. Was this the future? Was this supposed to be him in the future? A dark and evil vision of the future for the unicorn king? He lifted the coffee again and snorted, sipping the beverage before responding. It needed milk.

So he turned a sideways eye on his other part and looked into the fridge.

"It seems to be true," he sniffed, "Two sides of the same coin. A damaged side stares at me now I'm afraid." He winced, pulling the milk from the fridge. How many people had his counterpart damaged? He tried hard not to think of it.