Sometime later

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Ditto took in deep, exhausted breaths, as green blood lay splattered before him.

No longer sure if it was splattered on his eyes, or just so much lay around him that that’s what the world now looked like. He was tired.

Ditto was tired and shaken, as the monster before him loomed over like an ominous reaper.

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“You’re disgusting.” Said the creature, as it raised its three-fingered hand, a sphere of light-blue energy forming within its palm.

“Heh, the pot called the kettle black.” Ditto mused in a pained groan, he couldn’t move anymore.

“Will those be your final words, pretender?” The creature asked, its light pink eyes narrowing and filling with bright white energy.

“Nah, these will be it.” Ditto said with a chuckle, coughing out another splatter of green. “You can suck my infinitely long, thicker than your tail, slimy green c-”

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