Note: This is my own take with HP Pip, so not the OG but still took old ideas from Inner Demons AU.
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Pip somehow manages to be in Hell but he knew this was his universe. A sky with an endless sunset as the ectoplasmic river continuously flows yet groans of the tortured souls within the underworld.
The blonde haired Brit glanced around trying to see if there was any exit, “If this is another trick by Damien to torment me.” Pip sighed in a slight irritation thinking he was placed in Hell for some kind of entertainment, “We’re adults and still acts like he’s in the fourth grade.”
There was no response out in the rocky terrains of the underworld. The blonde British man sighed as he continued calling out for someone else, hoping he wasn’t alone, “Christophe?”
Pip realised it was pointless, “Oh goodness, I am alone.” He murmured to himself, “Tsuji…What would you do? Maybe I’ll find some help—“
A sudden voice would catch Pip’s attention, “Ello, ello! What do we have here?” Upon turning around. He would see an alternate version of himself. It was like looking into a reflection yet still different.
Pip was stunned. He wasn’t sure how to even comprehend what he was seeing, “Y-you’re…”
“I can’t believe this is real! Another version of me…” Pip’s doppelgänger chirps, “…in Hell!” The fallen would wrap an arm around Pip’s shoulder like they’ve been friends for ages, “Looks like you’ve been in the same fate—“
Pip uttered, “Same fate?”
“Well of course, silly. You died under a robot’s foot in the fourth grade.” He chimed rather too casually cheerful, “Like me.”
This was odd for the light blonde Brit. A version of him that died, similarly what happened to his best friend before explaining. He would back away from his doppelgänger and stated, “I believe you’re mistaken. I haven’t died.”
His alternate self gave an indifferent expression yet still maintains a cheerful demeanour, “Don’t be daft, we’re the same.”
Pip wanted to set the record straight with her alternate self, “Maybe we are but…our lives are different.” He spoke up recalling what happened in his past, “My best friend saved me.” It was always difficult for him to talk about this moment, even to people he was close with and others in general. Though he hoped the fallen blonde would understand him, “I just wish it didn’t happen that way…but I’ll never forget what she did for me.”
There was a moment of silence. Until that was a slight mocking chuckle as if he wasn’t listening to Pip’s experience, “Oh you silly version of me. We don’t have friends. The closest friend was Damien but we both know he would’ve just turned us into fire crackers again.”
“It wasn’t Damien!” Pip was becoming a tad frustrated with his alternate self, “Her name was Tsuji. She was my best friend and I prefer you didn’t assume.”
“Tsuji?” He uttered. Testing the name by saying it, “Never heard of her. I do remember Y/n, I guess she was like a friend but…she got engaged with Damien.” The fallen spoke with false naivety yet a hint of envy.
“Uhhh….” Pip began to say as he seemed uncertain what to do.
The fallen noticed his rambling went off topic as he laughed it off, “Haha, you’re so silly with these. A best friend? That’s funny. You’re funny.” His tone became slightly desperate for any similarities within his rambling, “Everyone hated us. Remember? Everyone called us Pip because they hate—“
Pip interrupted his other self,
The fallen was in disbelief. Something within him just snapped internally,
“It doesn’t. Not anymore.” Pip stated more firmly, “She called me Pip because we’re—“
“Don’t say—“
“Friends.” The light blonde Brit finished his sentence.
This further caused his alternate self to get irritated. However, he maintained a strained smile. There was silence between the two, the tension within the atmosphere was apparent. Any noise could cut the silence.
The fallen would walk closer to Pip, his eyes shifting from blue to a bright red,
Pip was in ways afraid yet stood his ground. Regardless, he continued looking his doppelgänger in the eyes, “I’m sorry you feel that way but I want to go back to my world.”
“Why would I let you do that?” His other self chimed.
“Because I don’t belong here.”
“You’re going to realise one way or another, nobody would ever save you. Nobody saved me and look where I am.” Pip’s alternate self gestured to the hellish landscape to prove a point, “If you ended up being here. It will happen to you.”
“Listen to me!” Pip was desperate to leave, “I just want to go back home. Can’t you do that?”
He responded in a sing-song tone, “Nope. Sorry. That’s not something I can do.”
Pip slightly frowned, “If you’re going to be like that. I’ll help myself.“ The Brit stated firmly this time and attempted to walk away from the fallen.
The bright blonde fallen would block Pip’s path, his smile dangerously tense. He couldn’t fathom someone who was similar to him lives differently, “You think you can withstand here? I’ll show you what decades of hell is like—“
Before the fallen would attack the blonde Brit, a sudden surge of energy was soon emitted as it intervened Pip’s alternate self’s attack and allowed distance between the two.
Pip’s eyes glowed a ghostly azure. Staring directly at the blonde fallen with determination. When Pip spoke, it sounded like an echo meshed with his own voice stating,
The fallen blonde was almost shocked at the revelation, someone just possessed Pip. He knew it wouldn’t be Estella. This individual was protecting Pip and it clicked who this was when he uttered, “Tsuji.”
