P.O.V. Drake, Who is all out of gum

I turn around to see who was there. What I see is unnerving.

It's me but the colors are inverted and they're left handed. It appears to be a dark reflection of me.

"I'm light and I'm dark? No something isn't right." I mutter under my breath.

The mirror me speaks it's voice is quite strange and disturbing.

"Ouy t'ndluohs evah emoc ereh."

"I'll pretend to understand you." I respond as I swing my walking stick.

The mirror me mirrors my move from earlier and dodges left.

Swing left. Roll to the left. Swipe up. Repeat.

I do that three times in rapid succession.

The mirror me spits out a tooth followed by some blue blood then attempts to swipe at me with it's walking stick.

I jump then whack it on its head knocking down.

I attempt to slam my walking stick on it's head, however it rolls to the side then jumps back up, with shit eating grin.

"Taht lla ouy tog?" It says, clearly taunting me even if I can't understand it.

"Speak english if you're going to taunt me, unless you're a chicken like your mother." I reply as I jump back as it swings.

Time seems to slow down a bit as I dodge. I take this opportunity to rush quickly up to it and swing madly. Unfortunately as all good things do it ends and I jump back.
I certainly wounded it as it stumbles back and holds it's gut.

"Ll'i eb kcab. It says giving me quite the glare.

It jumps out the nearest window and disappears before I can do anything about it. Some of the glass cuts my arm.

If Sunset and Coral didn't know where I went they do now. I see the chains of shadow remove themselves from the doors.

I hope the next fight is harder. That was way to easy.

P.O.V. Coral, Who really fucking hates today.

I run through the hall as quickly as I can trying to find Drake, however the layout is confusing.

I finally find him kneeling down bleeding in a corridor.

"You gonna stop me?" he asks. He doesn't move waiting for me to respond.

"No. I feel like it's a little late for that." I say.

"Good because I'm going through those doors at the end of this corridor weather you help me or not." He says as he stands up slowly.

He turns his head to look at me and gives me a smirk. Then he turns his head back and walks to the doors. I follow just in case.

"I'll have you know if I'm right about what's behind those doors our chances of survival aren't very high." He says.

"Let's hope you're wrong then" I reply.

I notice he isn't bleeding near as much as before but he is still bleeding.

"I should've brought my bag, then I'd be better prepared for this bullshit." Drake says

"What's in your bag that would've helped?" I ask.

"Artifacts from a world that crossed over from a land far from Equestria and my own." He says vaguely.

I decide that I'd rather not know. He continues walking while humming a tune that almost sounds like The Calamari Inkantation, however I choose to ignore it though as I'm sure it's just a coincidence... I really hope it's just a coincidence.

"I know you don't trust me," Drake says "but if I'm right you better pray to whatever deity you believe in that you don't fall down. Hope to your equivalent of Hell you make it through. Otherwise it'll be your last round. That's how I managed to make it this far without going insane."

He sounded both cryptic and serious when saying that.

We reach the door and he visibly shudders.

"You ready kid?" He asks.

"Born ready, Hobo." I reply.

Why in Shell did I call him that? He probably hates me now.

All he does is smirk. He attempts to open the door only to find it locked. I then see his eyes glow an unnerving green as he bashes his whole body against the door.

He finally breaks through after his third body bash and I was not prepared for what was on the other side...

P.O.V. Drake, Who really wants his backpack.

As soon as I finally get through the door I look around the room and immediately my blood runs cold. I recognize the room.

I then hear maniacal childs laughter. I look towards the back of the room and see a figure standing at there. I notice the odd shape of the head.

"Well this is worse than I originally thought." I grumble.

The figure walks forward. I can see clearly how wrong my first assumption was now.

"You got in did you? How delightful." A child like voice says as it resonates through the room.

"Majora," I state firmly "whatever you're planning we will stop you."

"You know of me? Yet you cannot be the boy in green for in this time he is already gone. How do you know of me?" The voice says.

I notice the mask is not attached to the skull kid but rather a busty blue girl with silver hair.

"Doesn't matter masky I'm here to send you back where you belong." I say.

"You're too late boy. My task is complete and the one who brought me here is the only one who can send me back." Majora says defiantly.

Coral whispers in my ear "What's a Majora?"

I give her my "not right now" look.

"Oh and you brought a friend? How charming. Now shut up and die like good puppets." Majora says angrily as it shoots some beams of dark energy at me and Coral.

I jump back and do a flip. Coral slides to the left.

"Keep talking trash it's clear to see you got nothing on me." I recite to myself as I rush forward with my staff and attempt to hit whoever Majora is possessing to try and weaken the deity within the mask.

I notice Coral pull out a giant paint roller from somewhere, I also notice it's dripping with black ink, and her beautiful grey eyes shine with a determination I don't recognize.

I smack the Majora's vessel in the arm then bash my head against the skull.

"That'll drop your ego." I declare loudly..

I here Coral say something but it's not in a language I recognize. She runs over and slams her roller down on Majora and it's vessel.

I hear a low humming sound for a split second before Coral yells "WATCH OUT!"

Too late a blast of energy knocks me back as Coral suddenly appears to shrink.

CRACK!!!

Ouch. That was my right arm breaking. Not usually a huge problem considering my healing factor however in this situation it's not good.

"ENOUGH!" Majora yells. "You have spirit, however I must go I look forward to your feeble attempts to stop the one behind it all. Have your stupid friend back I'll find a vessel that is more receptive than this one."

The mask that is Majora floats off of the girl and disappears.

"Hey, Coral? You mind getting the blue girl? I'm a bit disarmed at the moment." I say as I get up.

P.O.V. Coral, Who is really fucking pissed.

"Yeah, I'll get the blue girl" I say as I transform back into my humanoid form.

I hear Drake grumbling as he gets up.

Definitely not ambidextrous judging by how much grumbling he's doing about his lef hand being inferior. I think.

I pick up the girl and she's heavier than she looks.

I really want to kill that mask though it's fucking coward and it took control of someone. At least the room changed back to what I assume is normal.

Drake and I make our way out slowly. I notice his arm slowly healing as he sets it back in place.

"So do all humans heal fast or is it just you?" I ask as I adjust the unconscious girl I'm holding.

"Just me. And only because I ate a baby hydra." Drake says glumly.

"Interesting. So how long before you'll be able to use your arm?" I ask.

"Bout a day if I rest and don't do shit. Now please drop it. " he says.

We continue in silence until we reach the front doors where we're ambushed by Sunset and her band of friends.

"Alright let me explain before before you berate me..." Drake starts.

Author's Note

Guess what? I'm back! Sorry it took a bit. Moving isn't easy and among other issues it took a bit long than expected. No need to worry though I plan on attempting to get a set schedule but I make no promises.

See you next time and always remember to follow your heart (or dick whatever you prefer) or don't I'm not your boss.