The fake Troy pulled itself up again and now its evilness was clear. Its mouth had split far too wide and it had far too many sharp teeth.
Abed's eyes narrowed as he recognized what fake Troy was supposed to be.
Parallax.
That meant that he had to overcome fear.
It was much easier to do than it might have been in the past, before he met his friends, before they made it clear they'd stick by him.
"You made a rookie doppleganger mistake. Troy would never talk to me that way. One time he even got angry and gave up a date with a really hot girl at the Valentine's Dance because she said I was weird," said Abed calmly, floating closer to the fake Troy. "The only time he's ever said anything like that was after I was a bad friend and made him cry first over a pillow and blanket fort feud. Then we hit each other with pillows for a few hours and made up."
Abed held out his hand and a green construct grew and took shape - a construct of Troy. The real Troy. All decked out as a Green Lantern like the fake Troy had tried to be.
"Hey, dick! it cried out in Troy's voice. "So I heard you were trying to talk shit about my boy here." It flew towards the fake Troy and punched him in the face. "FYI fake me, the only reason I felt like it was okay to leave on my trip was because I knew Abed would figure it all out and be okay. I knew he'd know how to get help from our other friends like Annie when he needs to and that he can handle plenty of stuff without help. Abed is fine just the way he is and he doesn't need some imaginary world for everything to work out okay. He has friends - no, a family - and maybe that's not as perfect as all the stuff me and him always imagined together in the Dreamatorium but it doesn't need to be. And even the imperfect stuff - like me being gone? That'll change. Because life always works out that way, things change and it's not always bad."
"You're even less real than I am, just a shallow illusion created by a weak mind and -"
The fake Troy couldn't even finish a sentence before the Good Troy punched it in the face again. "I'm more real than you could ever be, because even though I'm part of Abed's brain, I'm saying everything the real Troy would say if he was here." He added, "Here, I'll prove it: My name is Troy Barnes, I like butt stuff, desserts in giant form, and when people give thumbs ups in a cool way."
The construct of Troy came in close to Abed and they did their special best friend handshake, before Troy turned back to the fake, which was still reeling.
"Now me and this magical goth chick and a ninja turtle are going to look really cool and kick your ass, possibly even at the same time."
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Abed's eyes narrowed as he recognized what fake Troy was supposed to be.
Parallax.
That meant that he had to overcome fear.
It was much easier to do than it might have been in the past, before he met his friends, before they made it clear they'd stick by him.
"You made a rookie doppleganger mistake. Troy would never talk to me that way. One time he even got angry and gave up a date with a really hot girl at the Valentine's Dance because she said I was weird," said Abed calmly, floating closer to the fake Troy. "The only time he's ever said anything like that was after I was a bad friend and made him cry first over a pillow and blanket fort feud. Then we hit each other with pillows for a few hours and made up."
Abed held out his hand and a green construct grew and took shape - a construct of Troy. The real Troy. All decked out as a Green Lantern like the fake Troy had tried to be.
"Hey, dick! it cried out in Troy's voice. "So I heard you were trying to talk shit about my boy here." It flew towards the fake Troy and punched him in the face. "FYI fake me, the only reason I felt like it was okay to leave on my trip was because I knew Abed would figure it all out and be okay. I knew he'd know how to get help from our other friends like Annie when he needs to and that he can handle plenty of stuff without help. Abed is fine just the way he is and he doesn't need some imaginary world for everything to work out okay. He has friends - no, a family - and maybe that's not as perfect as all the stuff me and him always imagined together in the Dreamatorium but it doesn't need to be. And even the imperfect stuff - like me being gone? That'll change. Because life always works out that way, things change and it's not always bad."
"You're even less real than I am, just a shallow illusion created by a weak mind and -"
The fake Troy couldn't even finish a sentence before the Good Troy punched it in the face again. "I'm more real than you could ever be, because even though I'm part of Abed's brain, I'm saying everything the real Troy would say if he was here." He added, "Here, I'll prove it: My name is Troy Barnes, I like butt stuff, desserts in giant form, and when people give thumbs ups in a cool way."
The construct of Troy came in close to Abed and they did their special best friend handshake, before Troy turned back to the fake, which was still reeling.
"Now me and this magical goth chick and a ninja turtle are going to look really cool and kick your ass, possibly even at the same time."
And the construct dove in to do just that.