The Real You

Envy sat on the floor, upright against the pipes that wound throughout the underground. They sat there alone with their thoughts, thoughts that kept nagging at the back of their head. Thoughts about how ugly they actually are.

Lust always told them that they weren't ugly, that their weakened state was cute, that they get to choose what they look like. That last part might be true but deep down, embedded in their skull was that tiny, green, ugly worm. The worm form they would resort to when weak, drained of their Philosopher's Stone's energy.

They hated that form for many reasons but the main reason is that it was ugly.. ugly, ugly, ugly.

And that is something Envy doesn't want to be.

I wrote ugly far too much and it doesn't look like a word anymore.