While Saio went in search of food Bear headed for the employee's only section. Â He couldn't help but feel a little angsty as he pushed his way through the entrance and made his way, uninvited, into the manager's office. Â Feeling that way probably would have made the Viking angry assuming he could still feel angry at all. Â That too made him feel angsty, thus catching Bear's mind in a vicious circle of angst, then angst again followed by yet more angst.
Before he could continue in his downward spiral into depression Bear located what he was looking for. Â Hanging on the wall of the manager's office was a note board covered in sales figures and a to-do list. Â Picking up a marker from a nearby table Bear began to scribble on the board with a shaky hand.
Now it was a well-known myth in the Magical Mystery Dungeon that is someone should write their screenname backwards their evil twin would come into existence somewhere on the Internet. Â Of course Bear had tried it the moment he'd heard the rumor. Â But the Viking was a pretty rough customer himself so his evil twin couldn't have been much worse. Â Right?
Gripping the marker in his sweaty hand Bear scrawled the letters:
[b][size="4"]R - A - E - B[/size][/b]
upon the board. Â Then he waited in tense silence for a few moments. Â Bear's forehead broke out in a cold sweat and the room fell deathly silent. Â
After a few moments the lights began to flicker and the temperature dropped several degrees. Â Suddenly Bear's shadow began moving of its own accord, sliding across the floor to pool up several paces away. Â The shadow seemed to separate itself from the Viking's body, thickening and writhing upon the floor.
Feeling drained of energy Bear flopped down in the manager's chair, watching intently as his shadow slowly began to rise from the floor. Â It grew to the height of a midget, then a woman and then at last to a towering frame of solid black. Â
Within the darkness features began to solidify. Â First came fleshy arms and a pale face surrounded by slick black hair. Â Then the shadows resolved themselves into a long, dark robe and a pair of leather boots. Â Finally, as if adding finishing touches, a string of bones and teeth encircled the figure's neck and a macabre helm fashioned from the skull of a horned beast appeared atop his head.
When at last the figure was complete Bear raised his hand in greeting. Â "Hiya Raeb, howya doin'?" Â He asked. Â
Raeb, Bear's evil twin, opened his eyes and peered icily down at the emofied Viking. Â "Apparently better than you are. Â What the devil happened to you?" Â He asked, his voice thick with contempt.
"Got bit by an emo. Â I think I'm cursed." Â Bear sighed. Â "Don't suppose you can help me out can you?"
Raeb glared at the Viking for a moment, making him really uncomfortable. Â Then a thin smile born of pure malice began to play across his lips. Â