Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Paddy the Second]

A tulpa leans against the wall, surveying the mall.

 

[Saltarius]

"Why are there so many of you here? Where's the...real fake Paddy?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"There isn't one, we just never needed multiples before because the real Paddy could handle it."

 

[Saltarius]

"The one that keeps hitting on me! Where's that one?"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"There isn't any distinction between us, we're all the same person, exactly the same mentally. we're just taking a break."

 

[Knife-28]

I walk up and see Salt soaked in cheap beer. "What? How did you, but you were...augh, fuck it." I say, before pushing past and entering the liquor store.

 

[Saltarius]

"I...Stop being confusing! If you're all the same, act like the other one would! It'd make me feel a little better. Sorta."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"I can only act how the 'other one' would, I might be him, there's no way of keeping track Paddy has used so many." The tulpa slaps Salt's ass.

 

[Saltarius]

"Gk! I DIDN'T SAY GO THAT FAR!"

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Well excuuuuuuuse me princess."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

When I hear the crash, I immediately rush to the liquor store. "Is the alcohol okay?"

 

[Saltarius]

I punch the tulpa.

 

[Paddy the Second]

Salt's fist passes through it. "The real me misses being here."

 

[Saltarius]

"I sort of figured. And no, I'm not gonna say some stupid bullshit like 'Oh, he's missed.'"

 

[Knife-28]

"More or less." I say to Trilby.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Hard to miss me when I never leave."

 

[Saltarius]

"Hence the lack of bullshit stereotypical line."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Hooray for me."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"Thank god."
I grab a bottle of whiskey, then down it.

 

[Saltarius]

"Let's go investigate murders or some stupid shit."