ok this isn't quite that but. you see my vision
The fuzzy feeling in Amy's head clears as she blinks, and suddenly she's looking at herself. It's not the usual way it happens, across from herself instead of over her own shoulder, but she still feels a spike of panic. Internally, she calls, 'Rosie? We had a deal, didn't we?'
The only response she gets is confusion, then a flash of anger. There's a jumbled-up mess that should be her internal dialogue, but it's more like she's hearing the low rumble of a conversation in another room. She reaches out for Rosie again, but she can't find her. They agreed to not do this, this ignoring each other anymore, so why...?
She— her body— isn't talking. Rosie always talks when she does this hostile takeover nonsense, so why isn't she? Why is she just staring, wide-eyed?
Finally, Amy hears a voice she's never heard before. It's quiet and high, and asks, 'Who is Rosie?'
Someone new. Maybe that's why she got kicked out of control. It doesn't explain all the other weirdness, but it's something. Okay, she's done this part before.
'What's your name?' Amy asks.
They reply with a flood of happiness before any words. 'Oh! Thank you for asking! I'm Maria.'
Amy's brain stalls, sputters for a second, tries to start again. Maria as in Shadow's big sister Maria? Dead for decades Maria? That Maria?
Another voice cuts her thoughts short. It's a deep rumble, the tone acrid. It sounds like Shadow does, sometimes, in battle. 'Ignore her. That's what he does.'
Okay, something is going on. One new person would be understandable, but two? And so drastically different...
The deeper voice scoffs at her. 'You don't get it, do you? Speak. Out loud.'
'Don't boss me around,' she shoots back. 'Who even are you?'
She can feel them smirk, smug energy radiating out from a corner of her mind. 'The real Shadow, not whatever weak-willed, soft-hearted fool you know.'
Amy rolls her eyes. Blinks when she feels her body actually obeying her. Wait a second. She lifts her hands, sees black-furred arms. She looks up again, and green eyes meet hers, looking as shocked as she feels. Amy stares at herself, her throat tight. She's... in Shadow's body. And he's in hers. And Shadow's like her.
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