“Pit, since when did’ja go goth? Do angels go through phases now?”
“Alright you blue haired idiot, I’m going to make this very clear. I am Dark Pit, a clone of Pit made through the Mirror of Truth.” He said, trying to keep a cool head. “Answer the question for you, you dunce?”
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@darker-feathers
“Ohh right, y’mean tha darky doom an’ gloom doppelgängah, as ev’ry game tryin’ to be hip an’ cool needs a recurrin’ cliche.” Dedede remarked without even showing offence to Dark Pit’s insult. He just loved ripping on those flawed characters.
“Saw that y’clones rubbed off on Daisy for tha new one…”
“Oho, now this is good...” Dark Pit shook his head and chuckled softly. “Do you really think I’m going to get irritated from your insults?” The dark angel placed heavy emphasis on the word: your, ready to make a retort. “You, a greedy, glutinous, absolute joke of a regal figure, are the one trying to use some sharp words?” He began to chuckle softly, shrugging and wearing a smirk.
“I think it’s funny, honestly. That someone of your level thinks he can even begin to poke fun at someone like me. I’ve defied gods and goddess, what have you done?” Dark Pit tilted his head up slightly, his arms folding over his chest as he wore a rather vile smirk. “So how about you just stop trying?”
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