"The more things change, the more they stay the same."
After Anne destroyed the moon, it was assumed that The Core had been defeated for good... but what if a little part of it was still left inside of Marcy after the events of Amphibia?
TW: Violen...
TW: This chapter contains mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts as well as mentions of violence. Proceed at your own risk.
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With a fearful expression contorting her face, Marcy took a few steps back, the shallow water lightly splashing beneath her feet. Oh, how she hated seeing Darcy face-to-face like this; it was almost like staring into a mirror that only reflected the worst parts of herself. Sasha and Anne had told her not to view The Core as part of herself anymore, so that was what she was trying to do— but boy, was it hard, especially now, when she was seeing it right in front of her.
"What do you want? What is it this time?!" Marcy seethed, her angry voice echoing throughout the darkness. "You ruined my first day at my new school, my mom is worried sick about me and offers me so much help that I can't even accept, and my friends— they're probably wondering why I barely talk to them anymore since moving away, but it's all because of you! Why can't you just get out of my head?!" Without thinking, Marcy stepped forward and roughly shoved Darcy, causing the latter to gasp and stumble back. The automaton-like being's many eyes momentarily widened, surprised by such an aggressive response coming from Marcy, but it wasn't long before that manic smile returned; noticeably more malicious than before. "Ruined your day at school? Oh, but you had a wonderful time, did you not? You made all those new friends, tried to forget about your old ones; honestly, we'd be fond of that idea if we didn't need those two for our operation. We know we told you to keep us a secret, but it was honestly quite amusing watching you come up with lies to avoid mentioning us to your new companions; almost like you're afraid to accept that we are apart of you. Why is that?" This seemed to provoke Marcy even further, so Darcy quickly added in a tone that displayed false sympathy, "Oh, Mar-Mar, there's no need to be so upset; we only want to talk to you. Calm down, would you?" Marcy's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her eyes, fiery with resentment, fixed on Darcy. Soon enough, though, she managed to calm herself down, remembering that she didn't have much of a choice other than to listen to what The Core had to say. "Okay, fine. What is it?" She sighed, doing her best to avoid eye-contact with her evil reflection. A satisfied smirk creeped onto Darcy's lips. "There. That's better." It snickered condescendingly before it began to casually amble around the pitch-black expanse, gazing at the darkness ahead of it. "We summoned you here for a couple reasons, one being we know you've been thinking about us; It truly is a shame you see us in such a bad light, we are apart of you after all. Think about how much easier all of this would be if you just learned to embrace us!" Darcy glanced at Marcy over their shoulder, that smile never leaving their face. "No... no." The extremely tense Marcy argued, her eyes as wide as can be and her body quivering like a leaf. "You aren't me; you never were, and you never will be! You're Aldrich— y-you're The Core! Not me!" Darcy turned around to face Marcy, tilting their head slightly to the side. "Oh, but if I'm not you, then why can I do this?" Suddenly, they reached up and pulled off their helmet. Underneath was the face of Marcy, except this one had those three eyes on their forehead, just like Marcy did when she looked at her reflection in the mirror that one time, except, unlike her, it had extremely messy hair and sharp, pointy teeth. "See? We aren't so different after all."
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