"But you're right there! How is there two of you?" Imagination questioned bewilderedly. "One is bad enough." Literature scoffed. "You see, since we're inside my mind, all of my personalities are present. When Life attacked me, she teleported my body inside of my own mind, creating a paradox. At that point, I, the darker personality had taken control in Death's mind. When Death was teleported her, her body dissipated and created a void here, leaving the now doubled dark personality and the dying good one." This was getting confusing. "So basically, your mind is really just a paradox?" Literature asked. "Precisely." I looked around. 'Wait,' I thought. 'Death doesn't know about my newest powers...' I thought hard about it, and a second later, I was standing in front of Death with a knife to her throat. "What?!" She yelled. "I thought this might be a good time to use my new powers," I replied, pressing the blade into her skin a bit, drawing blood. "I thought you were forbidden to kill!" She screamed back. "Not anymore." I transported my powers and gave them to Imagination. "Let them go. Now." I demanded. "Mystic- Mystic let them go. Do it!" Death ordered frantically. Our friends' dead bodies dropped to the ground, and Literature and Imagination were released. "Life... you just gave up your powers!" Imagination gave me a look of shock. "Oh, not all of them. Just the ones that wouldn't let me slide her throat." I dragged the blade over her skin, drawing a thin line of blood. "You don't have to do this, Life! Remember were sisters!" "You are not my sister."
