Rose Lalonde shivered as she woke up in the cold floor of the meteor. She had fallen off the pile of scalemates borrowed from Terezi. She had been kind enough to let her borrow the ridiculous amount of scalemates (not to mention there were enough scalemates in her room to make about fifty piles to sleep in).
Looking around, she saw nobody. She thought she had woken up because she heard laughter. Laughter. The crazy maniacal laughter that echoed in the hallway. But Dave's pile of shitty swords was empty. He must have gotten up and gone to the lab with the trolls, she thought.
A sudden giggle was heard. Too high-pitched, too inhumane, piercing through the air, and yet… familiar. She turned quickly, but still saw no one. "Who's there?" She asked calmly, trying to hide the tone of anxiety in her voice. Something was there.
Trolls had mentioned the meteor had been inhabited with monsters that escaped the lab, but they also had mentioned they were rarely bothered by them and they were easy to handle, much like the imps and occasionally, few ogres and Cyclops. But this? This wasn't anything like that.
"Show yourself." She said again, this time with a tone of firmness and seriousness.
The reply was another giggle, echoing in her room. Rose still looked around the room, trying to find its source. The needles were in her hands now, and whatever was in this room had a long serious fight ahead of it.
"Where are you?" She whispered to herself as she attempted to find the source in vain again. However, instead of the giggle or the laughter, another reply was heard. And it was her own voice, even though she hadn't said anything.
"Right behind you." The voice said, and Rose felt a twinge of pain on her chest. She looked down to see a set of sharp points of Quill of Echidna, identical to the ones she was holding, protruding from her chest as the blood slowly seeped over into the bright orange fabric.
As she faded into darkness, she fell, onto the ground, and was able to gaze upon the assaulter. It was a she, with flamboyant colored Seer attire, except with a twist of green, teal, blue, and yellow twisting into lines of colors, as if dribbled with paint. The neon green hair was another factor, short and neatly trimmed like hers.
But she looked in horror at the face. Her face, identical to hers.
"Good night," the Trickster said, grinning, and Rose faded into the Darkness.