The Saviour and the Sorcerer are alone in the TARDIS. They had just left Emily in the Saviour's version of Equestria, and were planning on visiting the Sorcerer's home universe. But, their pulled across Reality itself, and crash into a skyscraper.
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I'll be writing short chapters, since a lot of my brain juices were spent on Voidbound. So, expect short chapters!
The room was dimly lit. Cold. Metal furniture filled the room, and a mirror was mounted on the wall. Behind it, Tobias Fletcher and James Cove watched the Interrogation. The door inside the room opened, and Twisted walked in. Immediately, the Saviour sat up.
"Look, ah ain't done not'in' wrong." The Saviour exclaimed, her accent getting more different to understand. Twisted sat down, and put the folder that he had carried in on to the table.
"Okay, on the 11th of January, you decided to dress up as the 6th Saviour, and were able to throw yourself into my office. Care to explain why?" Twisted asked, his voice low. The Saviour rolled her eyes. It had been on and off, and during this period, the same question was always asked.
"Nah. Ah am teh Saviour. Yer probably a wee bit stupid if ya don' get t'at t'rough yer head." Twisted sighed, and looked into her magenta eyes.
"Can you stop being Scottish? It's very irritating and hard to understand." Twisted asked, and the Saviour gasped. Even Tobias and James both flinched at this statement.
Mr Twisted normally never told anyone to cancel their accent because he couldn't understand it. Heck, the guy himself had difficulty because he always sounded either British, Scottish or Irish depending on how his mood was, or how fast he was talking.
"Also, while we're on the topic of your little cosplay, who is your friend?" Twisted questioned, motioning towards the Sorcerer. The Saviour looked back and forth, and she had noticed a nearly accurate resemblance.
"He's ta-sorreh, he's THE Half-Dead Sorcerer." The Saviour replied, cancelling her accent and sounding British. Twisted nodded his head slowly, before pulling out a photo from the folder.
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(Face reveal. Enjoy it! Or make fun of it, whatever makes you feel good.)
The photo was nearly identical to the Half-Dead Sorcerer. It contained a male wearing a white dress shirt, black pants with a grey coat and grey boots with some sort of boot covering. The male had a black bow tie, pale makeup with dark circles around the eyes, and a black and white top hat.
"You know what's funny?" Twisted said, as the Saviour picked up the photo and compared it to the Sorcerer. She looked back and forth between the photo, Twisted, and the Sorcerer.
"That's the same name I MADE UP when I hosted a Variety Night performance at my school last year. Nearly identical in every way, minus the cane and the waistcoat. Not to mention the decay." The Saviour's eyes widened, as Twisted was suggesting that he had created the Half-Dead Sorcerer.
But that was impossible! He was a real person. Right?
"So, who uploaded the videos?" Twisted spoke, standing up and resting his hands on the metal table. This left the Saviour confused.
