"That's what a paracosm is." K.O finished his exceptionally boring presentation to T.K.O's joyous cheers.

"But K.O, I think we should focus on surviv-"

The surprisingly reasonable alter was cut off by K.O, "I think that we're unsupervised and should make the most of it."

"Why am I suddenly convinced by this." T.K.O sighed.

"We share a brain."

T.K.O scoffed, "I would like to believe that I'm not sharing a brain with the crow enthusiast." K.O shrugged, most people wouldn't want to share a brain with him. Even his friends (which he convinced himself T.K.O was definitely not).

"Let's fuse."

"Wh- that's not related to our current conversation!"

"Too late," K.O had already thought up the machine from the last time.

"How's this even gonna work anyway? We would have to control it all the ti-"

K.O walked up to him, and to his horror, he opened his head and pulled out his brain, "you never used it anyway."

"At least that's not my actual brain..." T.K.O was still very offended by K.O's little one liner. The oblivious 'good' counterpart ignored this as he was pulling his own mindscape metaphorical brain out.

There was no gore, thankfully. None of the boys could've stomached that.

The now-more-reasonable-than-K.O alter watched curiously as he activated the machine. It started up with a sound similar to a strike of lightning, then the sound your computer fan makes when it's getting too hot. True to its... word? A strike of lavender lightning follows.

"How does this even work?? Red and purple doesn't make yellow and yet P.K.O 's headband is yellow, also the name, cocky much?"

"Red and purple makes magenta. C.K.O is magenta, and to be honest C.K.O's name's rather merciful, don't you think?"

T.K.O considered this, "yeah, but I wonder what C.K.O would be like if we weren't controlling him."

"Did I mention your name yet?"

"No K.O."

Through all their bickering,"Yes, K.O," they didn't realize P.K.O was staring at them while managing to nonchalant in the process.

"Shut up you twat." T.K.O waved him off.

"When did you get all British?" K.O teased T.K.O playfully, yet they could all detect the hint of malice buried within his tongue.

"What country were we even born in?" P.K.O commented innocently.

That shut K.O and T.K.O up, for like a second.

"The neutral zo-"

"The middle of grieving."

Without hesitation, P.K.O said, "T.K.O gets a point for this one."

"Alright, let's get back to surviving!"

"Says the person who wanted to go fishing instead.

"I still do."

P.K.O, already starting to get sick of them, agreed with K.O, "I wanna go fishing too."

"No one here knows how to fish."

Turns out the kid who acts like a kid and his new presumably less emo alter ego forgot this. The emo idiot is disappointed in both of them.