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The hushed rhythmic sound of heels clicking against the crimson stained mirror shards covered floor filled the long hallway as a woman slowly strides down it.the lady looked rather elegant-wearing a long black skirt,a grey button up with white lace gloves..
The mirror pieces had ran out along time ago, currently the only noise was the clinking of her heels,the sun was setting into a gorgeous mix of purples pinks and blues coloring the corridor in a lot of cool tones through the large windows.
She continued to walk down the lengthy hallway while humming a song that was rather intelligible.
There were dead clones of herself covering a majority of the marble floor but the elegant woman didn't seem to mind...in fact she seemed to enjoy it-as she was happily striding down the hallway.
"One Shinigami down....Two Shinigami down...Three Shinigami down..."
She softly sang till she reached a big Victorian styled door that had a bunch of locks on it.'Shinigami' unlocked the door and twirled inside-shutting and locking the door after she's inside.The room looked like something was a mix of a Carnival and a Gothic Victorian styled mansion and in the middle of the room there are many clones of herself that were dressed in same clothes as the lady,all sitting around a circular table with a toy gun resting in the center.
Shinigami sat down in the remaining chair, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly in her lap.She smiled rather gently although the grin seems slightly malicious and it was quite obvious she was planning to do something very immoral.
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In a blink of an eye the original one grabbed the pistol and aimed it at the clone across from her, Shinigami closed one of her eyes and shot the other her,the projectile looked like a foam toy bullet but the once the was shot,confetti exploded and the copy hit it's head hard on the table and started bleeding out-but the blood wasn't normal colored it was pink.
She continued shooting the replicas,all of the other copies bleeding out different colors and shades of the rainbow,till there was the only one clone left.She put a new bullet into the gun barrel and started shooting herself as the clone just watched while the rainbow streamers got everywhere.
This went on for a multitude of hours(it's a wonder how she didn't shoot herself for so long)till she positioned the weapon at her neck and actually shot herself,the purple blood spraying behind her.
There was a silent thud when the original fell down with the chair,it was quiet besides the sound of the blood from the table dripping down to the floor.
Everyone besides the 'clone' was dead,the some copies weren't even on the chairs anymore-just laying on the ground in strange positions, the 'replica' had a cup of green tea in front of her,She gently picked it up and took a sip, sighing in relief.
"All of my clones are quite delusional, imagining themselves to be the original." Shinigami hummed, continuing to drink her tea,not minding the many corpse's of herself.
Once she finished drinking her tea, she stood up and walked over to a chest of drawers that had a mirror bolted on the wall on top of it.Shinigami stared into her reflection,it was exactly like her except it had a wide cheshire like grin plastered across it's face.
She shattered the glass into multiple shards.her glove was stained with her own crimson colored blood, Shinigami twirled a strand of her dark grey hair as she opened a large drawer and pulled out a bloody lavender colored chainsaw.
"Well then,I have a lot food to cut up"
With that she pulls the cord and the sound of the chainsaw starts.