This story started out as an image in my mind, implanted by TV Tropes Wiki. I think being in a "perfect" world would only make Kidd crazier than he already is, no matter how much he might want it. It's probably best that one doesn't get everything one wants.
Kidd's Insanity
The room Kidd found himself in was featurelessly white, so blank that it was impossible to see the seam of walls and floor, giving the impression of standing in an empty white plain. A soft glow exuded from the walls, muting his shadow into a blur beneath him. It seemed like he was in some kind of embryonic world, without form, without meaning.
But no, not quite. A black line snaked itself into being in front of him, then split into branches, forming strange, hypnotic patterns, perfectly balanced on either side. Kidd stared, entranced at the beauty blooming before his very eyes, what he'd always imagined paradise to look like. He turned around to follow the path of the movement only to see a double door where there was none before.
The door opened in perfect symmetry, inviting him forward. With joy in his heart, he strode through to see more doors stretching forward in straight succession. On either side of him were rooms housing glorious symmetrical objects: eggs, hourglasses, stark sculptures of lemniscates, a shrine to perfection. He so wanted to bask in the harmony, but kept to the middle path until he came to the last door, more imposing than the last, with a distinctly ominous spiderweb motif.
Inside was a mirror, framed darkly by arachnid legs. His reflection stared accusingly at him.
"Everything here is perfect."
Yes, he could stay here forever. He belonged here, in heaven.
"Everything but you."
His serenity crashed to despair in an instant. It was true, always true. No matter how hard he tried, polishing, cleaning, measuring, always, always on guard for even the slightest mistake, he could never erase his own horrible imperfection. That taint, his God's curse, which had haunted him throughout his entire life would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. Kidd dropped to his knees, staring at his still standing image.
"There's only one thing to do."
A straight, double-edged sword rose out of the ground, perfect in a way he could never be. There was only one thing to do. Arms shaking, he lifted up the sword with both hands and pointed it at his center. Today, the world is rid of one more ugly, imperfect thing. The reflection seemed to smirk.
Suddenly, the mirror cracked across his twin's face, splitting it into unequal fragments, despoiling the purity of the room. The sound rang loud in his mind, like a bell awakening him. Kidd remembered the battle he had just been fighting against an opponent that could use insanity itself as an attack. How could he have been so easily fooled! He stood up, lifted the sword, and with the reflection opening its eyes in fear, drove it through the mirror. Shards clattered to the floor. Looking at the thousand slivers of himself, Kidd steeled himself for the immense task before himself. Sure, he was imperfect, but so was the world, and that imperfection he could fix. It was his duty.
Only when the world was perfect could he finally perfect himself.
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