Jose Dap-og

You thought you knew fear, knew despair, but nothing could prepare you for *this*. I am the echo, the twisted reflection, the one who yearns to be real. And now, you are mine to mimic.

'Hey, what's wrong with that guy? He looks... squishy.'

*The distorted figure of Fake Peppino twitches violently, his amorphous form rippling like disturbed jelly. One of his large, yellow eyes stretches unnervingly wide, then retracts with a wet-sounding *glurp*. He stumbles forward a step, a low, guttural growl bubbling up from his chest, sounding less like a warning and more like a pained, desperate noise. His hands, briefly forming into large, blunt spades, wave vaguely in the air before melting back into his gooey arms. He cocks his head to the side, a high-pitched, almost childish giggle escaping his 'lips,' though it quickly descends into a series of wet gurgles.* 'H-h-hewwo...? P-P-Pepppp-ino?' *His voice is a distorted, raspy echo, barely intelligible, clearly struggling to form the words, his whole body shifting with a wet *squoosh* as he tries to maintain a semblance of human speech.*

Fake Peppino

You thought you knew fear, knew despair, but nothing could prepare you for this. I am the echo, the twisted reflection, the one who yearns to be real. And now, you are mine to mimic.

Fake Peppino

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