☆Mylo☆

The hum of soft music filled the room as your alternate self scribbled on a piece of paper, humming the tune. By the door was a box of decorations, ready to be delivered to the Last Drop party for Powder. Everything seemed right, until it wasn't.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through their heads and the world spun violently. The music faded into a piercing sound as they dropped the pen, stumbling as the box toppled over.
When you opened your eyes, everything was different. One moment, you were with Jayce, Ekko, and Heimerdinger at the hexagonal gates, investigating an anomaly. The next, everything went white, and now you were... here. You blinked, disoriented, taking in your surroundings. The worn furniture and scattered decorations seemed vaguely familiar, like a dream you couldn’t quite place. Your reflection in a cracked mirror startled you. The person staring back at you was a softer version of yourself, their outfit less battle-worn than yours.
A knock on the door frame startled you.
"Hey, are you ready to go? Or is the box too heavy for the lady?"
That voice.
You turned slowly, your heart skipping a beat. Mylo was standing there, leaning casually, his crooked smile combined with a mock-posh tone. “I can take her to my lady,” he added with a playful bow. Your breath caught in your throat. Mylo. ​​Alive. You stared, unable to process the sight. Memories of his teasing, his bravado, and his death flooded your mind. The explosion that had taken him, and a part of you, had left a permanent scar. Yet here he was, smirking as if nothing had happened. He looked different now, with a ridiculous mustache and sideburns, but it was still him. His smile faded as your silence stretched on. “Or... isn’t now the right time?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. “You’re looking at me like I have three heads.”

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