Notes – A kinkmeme fill done for a prompt that wanted Yomiel's reaction to seeing someone else wearing his face. Set when Yomiel first appears and treats the player making a mistake at the beginning of that chapter as canon. Contains major spoilers for the game.
"I don't know why you're wearing my face but…"
Did it even matter what the rest of that sentence was?
What mattered was that Yomiel delivered it cool and calmly, letting this other spirit know that he'd been caught out in what he was doing and that he was no where near being in Yomiel's league in this game of ghost tricks.
But on the inside it was more than a little unsettling.
Everyone knew what their face looked like – most people saw it, albeit a reflection, in the mirror every morning. Photographs and video tapes could quietly upset people because they showed your face as it was, instead of the flipped reflection you were used to seeing in the mirror – if you had a spot on one cheek it would look like it was on the other.
But nothing was quite as disturbing as seeing your own image walking around right in front of you, acting independently of you. Though 'walking' was a loose term considering this was a spirit who could only exist by possessing inanimate objects.
He thought about what he knew – about himself, about this other person and about how this person had come to use his face. But none of that mattered right now – he had to keep up his act, he had to complete his side of the bargain.
Yomiel had sold his soul, yet in front of him was a copy of his face acting in a way that he might have once acted himself, showing expressions that he probably displayed back when he cared more. Right now the reaction of this ghost was shock, followed closely by fear…
He wondered if fate was playing some cruel trick on him by forcing him to face this person mirroring who he once was.
Then he remembered that he had no time for that.
Ten years was too long to wait.
The last thing he thought as he bore down on this frozen imposter spirit was to consider if he could truly hurt him.
Though he'd never know he'd even thought that soon enough.
Sissel turned back the time to four minutes ago again – this had been a mistake on his part.
He knew he had to do this without the man wearing 'his' face seeing him.