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“Oh my god–” It was too much. The questions, the confused expression, even the way Wendy spoke. Bebe lifted her hand and pressed her fingers to her lips in a vain attempt to stifle the snickering. Red nails over red lipstick. Bebe’s shoulders shook and her curls bounced, a small ungraceful sort escaping despite her best efforts. Typically this would evoke an embarrassed red blush to match, but at this point, it seemed Bebe forgot trifling things such as shame and tact. This had to be a joke.

“Ice Sorceress Beatrice?” Yep. Their nicknames only solidified that theory. Bebe continued to grin at Wendy, but her smile was laced with humor rather than cruelty or concern. If she wanted to play pretend, Bebe could roll with it. Best friend privileges meant following along with weirdo hobbies.

“Damn, my alternate-self sounds like a total badass.” When Wendy stepped closer Bebe took the opportunity to sling her arm around the girl’s narrow shoulders. As she guided her forward, a strange sensation built up in her stomach. Like swallowing an ice cube. Wendy’s shape and size felt the same pressed to her side–nothing unusual, as perfect as she always was.

But there was a peculiarity Bebe just couldn’t shake. Wendy was off somehow. She smelled different, like foreign spices and foliage. They seemed woven into the fibers of her clothing. Smoky, heavy, sweet. Bebe blinked and realized she leaned in at some point, her bright green eyes drawn into Wendy’s darker ones. Stiff, Bebe dropped her arm and put a small distance between them.

“So what can I do for you, Gwendolyn~? Tell me you aren’t on some mystic quest to save the world.” The smirk returned to her lips, thinner now, the corners of her mouth pointed and tight. She still felt the tingles on her arm, as if it was covered by an invisible stain.

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she still thought this to be a joke, clearly, much to the disdain of the sorceress. she had hoped that the beatrice of this world would have an open mind - would automatically believe in her words. however, if magic wasn’t supposed to exist in this universe it wasn’t as though she could blame the blonde. she likely thought wendy was simply trying to trick her. either way, at least it seemed that she had the support of her friend.

“ within my universe, you are second in command of the sorceress ranks - should anything happen to me, you would take over. so by your words, yes she is a ‘badass’. “

her words were spoken thoughtfully, each carefully selected as was her habit. gwendylon had learned the necessity of control a long time ago. it was all that kept her darkness at bay. and yet - as the dopleganger slipped her arm around her shoulders, the dark sorceress tensed, unused to the physical contact. yes, she was loved amongst her group, but even they feared being close to her. they feared her power. within this tense moment, her powers had slipped, giving into the sensation.

it was obvious it had effected bebe, by the small distance she’d put between them. for that moment, she had been so close, almost touching ;; almost like she was about to kiss her. maybe the beatrice of this world harbored feelings for the wendy here, and her slip up had caused that to arise. it made sense.

“ i don’t know why i’m here, i just am. tell me, does the wendy here have a particular place of comfort in the woods? if i can scour that area, i may be able to figure out more information. “

she was careful not to brush against the other girl as they walked together - even if she had enjoyed their moment of contact - lips pressed into a neutral expression. she couldn’t let any kind of emotion in, not here, not in an unfamiliar place. who knew how much chaos she could cause?

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Bebe yawned for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Why the fuck was she awake? She should’ve been at home, sleeping in or marathon-ing dumb weekend television with her parents. But things weren’t always as they should be, especially in South Park.

Breath steamed in the chilly air as Bebe walked toward school, completely absorbed her own thoughts, until she heard her name being called. Turning, the expression of vague confusion on her face morphed into a genuine smile when she saw Wendy coming up behind her.

“Hey, Wendy!” she chirped. Maybe it was because it was 7am on a Saturday, but Bebe missed that last odd comment. Somehow it all seemed normal during the daylight hours most people reserved for sleep. Screw Friday nights, Saturday mornings was when the real surreal shit went down.

“Uh, did Halloween come early or something?” Bebe’s lips curled into an amused smirk as her gaze roamed over Wendy’s clothing. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, it looks good on you—But I still wouldn’t wear your creepy LARP stuff in public.” She didn’t even have the grace to hold back the giggles at her friend’s expense.

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this was... confusing - to say the least. clearly this person was beatrice’s doppleganger. she had even responded to the nickname the sorceress had held for many years. it even seemed as though this bebe recognized her in some form -- she certainly knew her nickname and recognized the appearance. but beyond that, gwendolyn knew that this blonde was mortal. this was not the girl she knew.

but how then. none of this made sense.

“ what is this halloween you speak of? and what is LARP?”

how could she know how dumb such questions sounded? these terms were unknown to her, even within her vast knowledge. she could only assume that in whatever universe she now resided in that bebe was also wendy’s friend. perhaps she could help, though those giggles on her lips irritated her vaguely.

“ this is not my world, i fear. there is little magic flowing in the ground and this city seems... polluted with bad vibes. i do not like it. “

icy hues glanced around as she spoke, arms crossing slightly. she could feel the town’s negative energies pulling at the darkness in her soul, calling to her. she had to resist. instinctively she took a step towards bebe. perhaps her brighter aura could help her to calm down.

“ i am not the wendy you think i am. my real name is gwendolyn - though my nickname is wendy. i believe your friend to be my doppleganger, just as you are to the ice sorceress beatrice. “

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