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Robert knew he shouldn't have taken his eye off Petra. He shouldn't have taken his eye off Dr. H - if anything happened to the man, Robert would never forgive himself..

Of course, none of that mattered when he looked at the wiggling, playful dog in front of him. It was like he was looking through a mirror.. but the mirror was totally ******** up. That dog was all weird colors and smoke coming off it and - just .. there was no other way to explain it except..

"Dude." Robert echoed. "You are ******** up."

Robert was not about to 'play' with this monster dog look-alike, when he had more important things to do. Like get the ******** away from it. So he swatted at it with his paw, trying to ward it off with a warning blow.



Damage: 5
Healed: 5

The two dogs were twin images of terror, biting and clawing into each other until they looked comically like a giant ball of smoke and fur rolling around. It became impossible to tell where one dog started, and the other one began.

Isn't this what it was like in the cartoons?

Damage: 6

There was no way to understand just what this messed up version of himself was trying to say, while they grappled in battle. He was too busy trying to rip the flesh from his bones, to even care.

Robert had never been in a battle this fierce before. Having teeth and claws were starting to make him feel more like the nega than the nega was. It felt.. it felt good to destroy.

It felt good to tear flesh from bone.


Damage: 5

The blur of battle abruptly stopped as Robert yiped and jumped back, keeping his head low as his neck bled from the punctures of his nega's teeth. He waited, for a moment. When the floodgates of blood did not pour out of his neck, he knew nothing serious had been punctured, and he was still in the game. A tongue slid out of his muzzle and curved to lick his long, sharp canines. There was blood, there. Distorted blood- it tasted metallic and disgusting. But it was the blood of his enemy, and that alone made him grin when he tasted it.

"I've got enough power, thanks." Robert's quiet, deadly voice rumbled out, and he stalked around his nega version, admiring his handiwork.

A broken leg, several ripped off sections of fur.. it was beautiful, in a way.

Robert had never been so proud.

He would regret this moment, later; when he came to his senses. But there was no sense in him now. All there was, was the hunter, and his prey.

He dove in to strike.

Damage: 4

Nega-Robert looked pathetic. Robert watched the dog crawl closer, and sat down on his hindquarters, licking the wounds on his paw. He was still yammering on, trying to convince Robert to do.. he couldn't even tell WHAT the damn dog was trying to convince him of. Somehow, he'd never quite understood the point of this fight. All he knew was, he wanted to go home. And he was sure that killing this anti-christ version of himself was the way to do it.

The tongue raking against his paw stopped, frozen when nega-Robert mentioned Petra and Jordan. He put his paw back down, and his little eyes narrowed.

"You don't get to say their names." Robert growled threateningly. "I'm gonna make it so you can't ever say anything, ever again."

And just as those paws came up on Robert's chest, his head bent down to the neck that nega-Robert exposed in his position, and crunched down on his windpipe. The pain of nails ripping into his chest made him throw his head back, but the windpipe was still lodged firmly in his muzzle - and it came with him, as he pulled it out.

The distorted dog fell to the ground, lifeless. And Robert fell soon after, bleeding heavily from his chest. He spit out the windpipe, and started whining for help.

None came.

The burst of light was almost ignored. But Robert couldn't ignore the vision, the battle between light and darkness that played itself out in front of him. Just like him and his own shadow, they fought, consuming each other until the end.

Robert closed his eyes, and rested his head on his paws, as the world slowly disappeared.

Damage: 5