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The tears in Goggles' eyes burned and burned—maybe that was because they were laced with electricity.
His hands were starting to burn as well, from scrubbing them relentlessly underneath the scalding hot water in the abandoned bunker.
Ocho's blood wouldn't come out of Goggles' ripped jacket sleeves.
"You're an idiot. It's not going to come out that easily."
"Shut up," Goggles muttered. He did not want to be reminded of his former reputation, now that he had ascended far past it.
Shadow Goggles sighed. "Didn't think that after ascending you'd still be so stupi—"
"I said shut up!!" Goggles yelled, swiftly turning to face his shadow, electricity glowing in his eyes. He realized sparks were coming out of his fingers, and he clenched them into fists.
Shadow Goggles didn't say anything else—he just looked at Goggles with an annoyed expression.
However, Goggles was quickly distracted from this when he saw something flicker in the corner of his eye. He turned to his left, but saw nothing. Sighing, he turned back to continue trying to wash out the horrific bloodstains—
There was something indigo next to Goggles. He turned towards it, and this time it didn't disappear.
It was Ocho…but that was impossible. All of his body was colored indigo—the same color of his blood—and he was slightly translucent, floating a few inches above the ground as he glared at Goggles.
Ocho's ghost. That was the only explanation. But how—
"There's nothing there, Goggles."
Goggles blinked. "B-but—"
"It's your first kill messing with your head. You're not used to taking lives yet, but you will be."
Ocho continued glaring at Goggles, then the ghost opened his mouth to say something—
"Trust me. There is nothing there."
Goggles sighed and turned back towards the sink.
He supposed Shadow Goggles was right—killing for the first time must have been messing with him. Nothing else.
The ghost of Ocho disappeared a minute later.