Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20131221232318/@comment-7489529-20131223040744

Bergen found himself in a strange room. The left side was full of light, and the right was pitch black. On each side stood a figure. Upon closer inspection, Bergen realized they were mirror images of himself, one dressed in all white, and one in all black. The one in all white spoke first.

"Hey, me! Come over here! I can help you explore the world and make new friends! And maybe you'll even get to know that Cynthia girl better! Just take my hand!" The figure extended his hand. Bergen was about to take it when the other, darker figure spoke.

"Don't listen to that fool, Bergen. He is a mask, and conceals your true power. Friends are for weaklings. Join me, and the world shall crumble at your feet. All you desire shall be yours if you take my hand." The figure in black held out his hand. Suddenly, both started talking at once. The room began to shake, and the figures voices grew louder and louder, until Bergen couldn't hear himself think. Suddenly, a new, familiar voice pierced the din. It reminded him of the faunus he met that day...