Corrupted Timelines

King of Kings

"So you want me to help you, again?" The two versions of Gura floated in the dark waters of her mind. They no longer felt cold and unwelcoming, though, instead feeling more like the comforting hug of a friend.

"Sure, but I know what you're going to say..." Gura responded.

"That's not how it works," they both said simultaneously.

"I know that, but I think you can still help me out here," she pleaded.

"I can't help you. What don't you understand about that?" her other self said, continually frustrated by the lack of understanding between them. They're the same person, surely they should understand what they are by now.

"I know I haven't been using Primal properly. It feels more like rage rather than my instincts. Can you guide my movements or talk in the back of my head and tell me what to do?" Gura proposed.

"You still don't get what I am, do you?" Primal Gura said, turning and looking off into the black ocean. Gura tilted her head.

"You're what I can't accept right? My past, my Primal, my need to eat and kill."

"That's some of it, sure. But I am also what you wish you were: smart, alert, powerful. I'm not here because of your hate. I'm here because you need me to hold that hate for you." They locked gazes once more.

"Then, what was that explanation in Atlantis about? You said you are what I hate!" Gura said more aggressively, feeling lied to and deceived. Primal Gura laughed it off.

"A bit of it was me hyping you up, but I mostly explained it like that because we had such a short amount of time and you're too dumb to understand quickly. I know you have a million questions in your head now." Primal Gura went over and poked Gura in the forehead. They had gotten better with not hurting each other here.

"S-So you're just a better version of me then?" Gura asked hesitantly. Primal Gura continued to laugh.

"Sure, you could phrase it like that. But I like to think of myself as everything you aspire to be, what you will become in the future!" Primal Gura spread her arms out wide with a toothy grin. Gura smiled back, feeling a little better now.

"It feels like I learn something new about myself every time we talk here."

"Oh don't worry, you still know absolutely nothing about yourself. That's why I'm still here," she responded, pointing her thumb back at herself.

"So, you'll go away when I know everything about myself?" Gura asked.

"Probably." They floated in silence for a moment, letting Gura rethink her current situation. If she couldn't have Primal Gura help her at all, then all she could do is...

"Help myself..." she mumbled into the water. Primal Gura leaned in closer to hear her.

"What was that?" she asked, knowing full well what had been said.

"I have to help myself," Gura said louder this time, "If you are me, then for you to help me, I need to help myself!" Gura finally realized the reasoning behind her other personality's existence.

"Yes! Finally!" her other self threw her hands up and spun head over tail in the water. "You can't use me because I am you. Everything I am is already inside you. All you need to do is find a way to bring it out."

"Guess I should call you something other than, Primal Gura, then huh? That name doesn't have anything to do with you," Gura said, chuckling to herself.

"How about... Red?" her other self offered, baring her claws and fangs in an exaggerated pose. Gura scrunched up her face and shook her head.

"That would mean that I'm Blue. I like my name the way it is," she gave a confusing reply, "How about I'm Gura and you're Gawr?" Her other self shook her head.