Estimated Reading Time: 27 Minutes

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Angel Twins

Dark Pit pushed open the door and stepped inside, the faint glow of Pit's computer lighting up the room. His twin sat at the desk, laughing loudly with friends on a video call.

Sinking onto the bottom bunk of their shared bed, Dark Pit kicked off his boots and rested his elbows on his knees. Pit glanced back, grinned, and quickly ended the call with a cheerful, "Catch you later!"

Bouncing over, Pit sat beside him, launching into a recap of his conversation. It was, as usual, about food—complete with over-the-top impressions of his friends. Dark Pit feigned disinterest, arms crossed, but couldn't help the small smirk when Pit's goofy voices broke through his defenses.

"I knew you'd find it funny!" Pit teased, nudging him with a playful grin.

Dark Pit rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered, but the faint smile on his face betrayed him.

Leaning back slightly, Dark Pit let his gaze wander to the ceiling, memories flooding his mind. He thought back to a time when he couldn't stand Pit—when the very sight of the cheery angel set his teeth on edge. Yet here he was, not only sharing a room with him but actually enjoying his endless chatter.

It was surreal. The two of them had been enemies once, locked in battle as opposites in every way. Now, Pit was the closest person to him, the one who truly understood him. It was crazy how much had changed over the years.

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Flashback

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate had finally been announced, and Dark Pit couldn't help the smirk that crept across his face when he heard the news. He'd made it. The roster was filled with familiar faces, and everyone who had ever been in Smash was invited back.

But honestly? Dark Pit didn't care about any of them. The return of old rivals, the addition of new challengers—it all felt irrelevant. He didn't need to worry about them. His focus was on one thing, and one thing only: proving he was the best. And there was no better way to do that than by outshining his other half—Pit.

Dark Pit's focus never wavered as he trained, his movements sharp and precise. Hours passed in a blur, his body aching with exhaustion, but he didn't stop. He didn't take breaks or exchange pleasantries with the new Smashers who had joined the roster. None of them mattered. The only one he cared about was Pit. He was determined to be better—stronger—and that meant putting in the work.

But then, the door to his training room swung open with a creak. Dark Pit stopped mid-swing, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his brow. His gaze snapped toward the door, and there, standing in the frame with that trademark cheerful grin, was none other than Pit.

"Hey, Dark Pit! You've been at it for hours, huh?" Pit said, his tone light and casual, oblivious to the fierce intensity in the dark angel's eyes.

Dark Pit's jaw tightened. He didn't want to talk to him, didn't want any distractions. His mind was too focused on the goal ahead, but Pit's presence irked him. That annoying optimism—always so carefree, so unbothered by the pressure.

"Do you mind?" Dark Pit growled, trying to mask the frustration in his voice. He wanted to be left alone, to continue honing his skills without the constant reminder of his rival being so close.

Pit, unfazed by the cold response, stepped into the room and smiled. "I just thought I'd check in. You've been pushing yourself pretty hard. Don't forget to take a break, okay?"

Dark Pit clenched his fists, his gaze never leaving Pit. "I don't need a break. I need to be better. Better than you."

Pit's smile faltered, but only for a moment. "Better than me, huh?" he asked, tilting his head. There was a softness in his voice, a hint of something deeper than just a playful challenge.

Dark Pit's heart pounded in his chest. He wasn't just saying it. He needed to be better. And maybe, just maybe, Pit needed to understand that.

Dark Pit: "Yeah, now go away."

Pit: "Ok Vegeta."

Dark Pit: "My name is Dark Pit."

Pit: "Hahaha! I was being sarcastic. You act like Vegeta so that's why I called you that."

Dark Pit: "Who the fuck is Vegeta?"

Pit: "He's an anime—oh who cares. So, have you said hi to the new smashers yet?"

Dark Pit: "No."

Pit: "Whaaat! I think you'd like them. Especially this new guy name Sora. He looks just like me! We get along so well. He's my new best friend."

Dark Pit: "That's great, Pitstain. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy."

Pit: "Oh come on, Pittoo, let's talk to the newbies."

Dark Pit: "No. Fuck off."

Pit: *Gasps* "Oh my Paluntena! What language. You know you can't say stuff like that."

Dark Pit: "Pit, go away or else I'm gonna break your legs in half."

Pit: "Ok, ok, geez."

With a final, strained grunt, Pit left the training room, the heavy door creaking shut behind him. Dark Pit continued, pushing himself harder than before. His body felt like it was burning from the inside out, each movement more labored than the last. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his lungs screamed for mercy. Sweat poured down his face, stinging his eyes, but he refused to stop. His fists pounded the air with precision, his focus unwavering as he worked through the fatigue.

But as time passed, the intensity of his training began to take its toll. His arms felt like lead, and his chest tightened with each breath. His face flushed a deep crimson, and the burn in his muscles was unbearable. The exhaustion slowly crept up on him, like a shadow.

With a frustrated grunt, he staggered over to a bench in the corner of the room, collapsing onto it. His head hung low, the weight of his own fatigue sinking into his bones. His breathing was shallow, uneven, as he tried to catch his breath, his hands resting heavily on his knees.

Suddenly, the door to the training room creaked open again. Dark Pit snapped his head up, his annoyance flaring like a fire. His sharp, piercing gaze fixed on the doorway, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Pit, I told you—"

But the words caught in his throat as his eyes met a different presence entirely.

It was that weird nerd who had been in Smash since the very beginning. What was his name again? Ness?

The brunet stood in the doorway, his eyes wide as he stared at Dark Pit. An awkward, almost nervous smile tugged at his lips. "Oh, hey, Dark Pit. I, uh… didn't know this spot was taken," he stammered, his hand hovering over the doorknob. "I'll just… be on my way."

Dark Pit: "Wait."

Ness: "Huh?"

Dark Pit: "Let's spar."

Ness: "Uh…"

Dark Pit: "What? Too scared?"

Ness: "N-no, it's just… Are you sure?"

Dark Pit: "What'd you *pants* mean by that?"

Ness: "You seem too tired to fight."

Dark Pit: "I can fight."

Ness: "Ah, sorry Dark Pit, but uh… it wouldn't be a fair match."

Dark Pit: "Tch! I can beat you while handicapped."

Ness: "Oh yeah?"

Dark Pit: "You're just some kid. I'm an angel."

Ness: "I'm not a kid! I'm seventeen. I'm pretty much an adult."

Dark Pit: "You look like a fifteen year old."

Ness: "So do you!"

Dark Pit: "Enough chit-chat. Let's fight!"

Ness: "Fine! You're on! Wait, canon powers or only smash?"

Dark Pit: "Only smash."

Ness: "Fine by me!"

The tension between them thickened as both readied their stances. Dark Pit snapped his silver bow in half, transforming it into two gleaming swords, his expression cold and determined. Meanwhile, Ness reached into his rucksack and pulled out his trusty bat, the weapon almost comically out of place compared to Dark Pit's sharp blades.

The dark angel let out a low chuckle. A bat? Is he kidding?

The two locked eyes, the silence hanging heavy in the air, neither one moving. But it was Ness who broke the stillness first. With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of PK Fire, fully expecting Dark Pit to deflect it with his reflecting shield. Predictable, Ness thought to himself as he effortlessly dodged his own flame.

In one fluid motion, he closed the distance, rushing toward Dark Pit. Before the dark angel could react, Ness slammed his fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him in a sharp, painful strike.

Dark Pit staggered back from the punch, but his instincts kicked in, and he quickly regained his balance, his eyes narrowing in focus. With a flick of his wrist, he shot an arrow and fired it at Ness. The psychic didn't flinch. With a calm, concentrated movement, he used PSI Magnet to absorb the projectile, the arrow vibrating as it was pulled into the force field surrounding him.

Dark Pit didn't waste a moment. As soon as the arrow vanished, he darted forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. His swords gleamed as he slashed at Ness, cutting through the air with precision.

"Aaah!" Ness yelped as the blade grazed his side, leaving a slash mark across his shirt. He stumbled back, his hand instinctively clutching the wound, his fingers grazing the fabric. He glanced down, the torn shirt revealing the scrape beneath.

"Kch! Not bad," Ness smirked, his confidence unfazed by the attack. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, ready for the next move.

Dark Pit swung his swords again, but Ness was ready. He swiftly ducked underneath the strike, narrowly avoiding the blades. With a practiced move, he swept his leg out in a low kick, sending Dark Pit sprawling forward and crashing to the ground. Before the dark angel could recover, Ness launched a PK Fire, trapping Dark Pit in a swirling inferno of psychic flames that held him in place.

With a smirk, Ness leaped into the air, his body twisting for a down air attack. His foot connected with Dark Pit's chest with a sickening thud, sending the dark angel bouncing off the ground like a ragdoll. But Ness wasn't done yet. With a surge of energy, he called forth PK Rockin', unleashing a powerful blast that sent Dark Pit hurtling across the room, crashing into the wall with a deafening crash.

The Dark Angel lay there, stunned. Pain throbbed through his body, but he ignored it, pushing himself back up to his feet. With a fierce glare, he fired another arrow, aiming straight for Ness. But this time, his movements were slower, the exhaustion catching up with him. Ness saw the opening and quickly took out his bat, smacking the arrow out of the air with a sharp crack. It ricocheted back toward Dark Pit with terrifying speed, the tip of the arrow piercing straight into his chest.

Dark Pit howled in pain, his breath catching in his throat as he collapsed against the wall. His hand instinctively gripped the arrow, pulling it out with a grimace as blood soaked through his tunic.

Ness's eyes went wide with shock. "Oh my god!" he gasped, rushing over to Dark Pit. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to go so hard." His voice cracked as he knelt beside the dark angel. Without a second thought, Ness placed his hand over Dark Pit's wound, channeling his psychic energy. "Here, let me heal you," he said, his voice trembling with guilt. The familiar warmth of PK Lifeup surrounded Dark Pit as Ness worked to mend his injury.

Once Ness's healing energy flowed through him, Dark Pit felt the sting in his chest fade. But the moment he was able to stand, he shoved Ness aside with a sharp motion, his anger flaring.

"Hey!" Ness frowned, stumbling slightly from the sudden push. "Dude, not cool. I just healed you!" His voice was laced with frustration, but Dark Pit didn't respond. The dark angel's jaw was clenched, his eyes burning with a mixture of humiliation and rage. He couldn't believe he had lost to Ness, of all people. Without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room, his wings unfurling as he made his way to the door.

"Um... Okay?" Ness muttered to himself, watching Dark Pit leave. His mind struggled to process what had just happened. He blinked in disbelief, shaking his head. After a long moment, he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever," he said under his breath, shrugging off the odd encounter. With a sigh, he turned back to the center of the room and resumed his training, his thoughts already shifting back to the task at hand.

Meanwhile with Dark Pit…

The grumpy dark angel stomped out of the mansion, his boots pounding against the ground as he sought the solace of fresh air. His mind was a whirlwind of frustration. How had he lost to Ness? The kid didn't seem like much — always awkward and stumbling. He wasn't even a regular tournament winner.

Dark Pit clenched his fists, trying to reason his way through it. It was because I was already exhausted, he convinced himself, though the thought didn't sit well with him. Still, the more he thought about it, the more the nagging feeling wouldn't go away. The new season of Smash had just started, and Ness… he looked different than usual. Wasn't he chubbier not too long ago?

His thoughts were cut short when a familiar, overly cheerful voice broke through the air. Pit, with his usual boundless energy, skipped over to Dark Pit, arms wide open. Before the dark angel could react, the happy-go-lucky angel wrapped him up in an enthusiastic hug, his arms swinging around him without hesitation.

"Hello, Pitoo~" Pit sang, his voice light and cheerful.

Dark Pit's patience snapped instantly. He shoved his annoyingly happy counterpart off of him, the force making Pit stumble back. "Get off!" Dark Pit growled, his face contorting with irritation. "You're annoying. Go away!"

Pit blinked, momentarily taken aback by the cold reception. He frowned, but continued to follow Dark Pit on a walk.

Dark Pit: "Why're you still here?"

Pit: "Sorry, Pittoo, am I being too much?"

Dark Pit: "That's not my fucking name! It's Dark Pit. And yes, you're too much."

Pit: "Pittoo—I mean Dark Pit, why do you hate me?"

Dark Pit: "Because you're an annoying piece of shit! And everyone always compares me to you! I'm fucking tired of it. I'm not you! Sorry I'm not a happy person and I rub people off the wrong way!"

Pit: "People compare us?"

Dark Pit: "Are you stupid? Duh! It's because I'm your fucking clone! I shouldn't even exist! People think I'm just a shittier version than you and… I hate it."

Pit: "That's not true at all."

Dark Pit: "I couldn't even beat Ness in a fight… I'm weak and pathetic. I'm just an echo fighter. I shouldn't even be in smash. My spot should be taken by someone else."

Pit: "Hey, you're plenty strong. In fact, in smash, you hit harder than me. Most people would rather play as you. You're a lot cooler than I could ever be."

Dark Pit: "Yeah right. You're just sayin' that."

Pit: "I'm not. I'm actually a little jealous."

Dark Pit: "What?"

Pit: "A lot of people online say that you're the cooler version of me. Why would they pick me in smash when technically you hit harder? You're a better pick overall."

Dark Pit: "..."

Pit swung an arm over Dark Pit and gave him a cheeky smile. "You're not me. You're you!"

Dark Pit: "Why do you care about me so much? I treat you like shit."

Pit: "Because you're fun to be around. I love sparring with you and I love that you're blunt. You're not a fake person and that makes you trustworthy."

Dark Pit: "I guess…"

Pit: "Sure, you can be mean at times, but I feel like that's because you've been through a lot. There's a lot of pressure in you being better than me. But honestly Pittoo, we both got our similarities and differences. There are people who prefer you over me and vice versa. I really think you should say hi to the new smashers. I'm sure you'll find someone who you'll get along with."

Dark Pit: "I don't like people."

Pit: "Nobody wants to be alone."

Dark Pit: "..."

Pit: "I know you don't like me. I'm a little too much at times. Haha… Sorry about that. I'm annoying. But I'm sure there's someone who has a mellow personality like you do."

Dark Pit: "I don't—hate you… I just… Hate myself."

Pit: "Dark Pit…"

Dark Pit: "I'm just tired of people comparing me to you. I feel like this body isn't mine."

Pit: "But it is yours. You have every right to exist."

Dark Pit: "Do I? I'm just a shittier, weaker version of you."

Pit: "I just said you're stronger than me."

Dark Pit: "Maybe in smash, but not canonically."

Pit: "Sure you are! You even got your own style of fighting with your staff thing."

Dark Pit: "..."

Pit: "Hey, Pittoo."

Dark Pit: "What."

Pit: "Thanks for talking to me about your feelings. I know it's hard, but that makes me really happy."

Dark Pit: "Whatever."

Pit: "This is the first time you've ever gotten vulnerable with me. We've really come a long way, haven't we?"

Dark Pit: "Well, I don't want you to die anymore so that's a start."

Pit: "Hahaha! Oh the fun times when we were arch enemies. But now we're friends~"

Dark Pit: "We're not friends."

Pit: "You're right. We're brothers!"

Dark Pit: "Eww."

Pit: "Hahaha! You know you love it~"

Dark Pit crossed his arms, turning his head away to hide his face. He had no idea Pit was jealous of him. He didn't realize people thought he was cool, or that they looked up to him in some way. He always assumed everyone preferred Pit — the white angel, the one who had an easier time making friends with his carefree nature and charm.

He'd never tried making friends himself. It was always easier to distance himself, to stay aloof and separate. But now, as the idea lingered, he couldn't help but wonder...

Dark Pit: "I wanna give it a try."

Pit: "Give what a try?"

Dark Pit: "Making friends." *Blushes*

Pit: *Gasps* "Yes! Let's go meet the new smashers!"

Pit grabbed Dark Pit's arm with surprising strength and pulled him back into the mansion. He led the dark angel through the halls, introducing him to various people along the way. The conversations were polite, but each attempt to connect felt like a misfire.

Dark Pit couldn't shake the feeling that he just didn't fit in with these people. They didn't get him, and he didn't get them. But as he glanced at Pit, smiling with that endless optimism, he noticed a small flicker of pride in the white angel's eyes. At least Dark Pit was giving it a try.

Months passed, and something unexpected began to change. Pit's incessant energy, which had once grated on Dark Pit's nerves, started to feel less like an annoyance and more like a comforting presence. Dark Pit found himself laughing at Pit's jokes more often, rolling his eyes in exasperation but secretly enjoying the lighthearted banter. It didn't happen overnight, but over time, the high-energy antics became a part of his daily rhythm, no longer something to endure.

Eventually, Pit suggested they move in together. Dark Pit had been reluctant at first, his natural tendency to keep his distance making the idea seem far too weird. But after a while, the thought of being alone no longer seemed so appealing. It was nice having someone around who didn't mind his silence or his mood swings, someone who just got him. So, despite his initial hesitation, Dark Pit agreed. Moving in with Pit wasn't just about sharing space; it was about sharing moments, something Dark Pit hadn't allowed himself to do for so long.

It wasn't perfect — there were still disagreements, and there were days when Dark Pit just needed his space — but for the first time in a long while, he didn't feel alone.

End Of Flashback

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Dark Pit had started talking about his feelings more, though it was still difficult. He was getting better at it, and Pit was the only one he truly felt comfortable opening up to. There were still doubts, though. Despite their closeness, Pit was a completely different person.

Dark Pit loved Pit's high energy, but it was constant, and sometimes it felt overwhelming. Pit could never fully understand what it was like to be a clone, a shadow of someone else. His body still didn't always feel like his, but he was learning to accept it. Pit's happiness always pulled him from the dark thoughts that tried to overtake him. Without Pit, Dark Pit wondered where he would be.

Pit: "Oh, so how was work by the way?"

Dark Pit: "It was alright. I bumped into Lucas."

Pit: "Oh! Lucas! I love that guy. I hang out with him every Thursday."

Dark Pit: "Just you and him?"

Pit: "No, I hang out in a group. At Popo's place."

Dark Pit: "That's random. Who's in the group?"

Pit: "Well Popo of course, then there's Toon Link, Sonic, Lucas, and if there's a Lucas, you know there's gonna be a Ness. Haha! Those two are always together. Kind of like us!"

Dark Pit: "Ness is there, huh?"

Pit: "Yep! Hey, you should come next Thursday! They're all extroverts and upbeat, except Ness. I think you two would get along~"

Dark Pit: "Tch! I doubt it."

Pit: "You two are both introverts and smart! I'm sure you guys would find something to nerd about."

Dark Pit: "There's something off about that guy."

Pit: "Whaat! He's a good human I promise."

Dark Pit: "Tch! My intuition tells me otherwise."

Pit: "I know your intuition is usually right, but I promise you, Ness is my friend. He's a good guy, and I think you two would get along."

Dark Pit: "You doubt my intuition?"

Pit: "Usually I wouldn't, but it's Ness. I'm sorry, Pittoo, but he's cool in the hangouts, and he's really trying to improve himself."

Dark Pit: "He's hiding his true nature."

Pit: "Trust me, he's not hiding anything. He's really cool. And I think you'll laugh once you hear Sonic and Ness banter. It's really funny. Although sometimes, I wonder if they hate each other, which also makes me sad."

Dark Pit: "..."

Pit: "Um, you don't have to go if you truly don't want to. It was just an invitation."

Now that his intuition was in question, Dark Pit was determined to prove himself right. He couldn't shake the feeling that Ness wasn't as innocent as he appeared, despite the internet backlash he was facing.

While Ness had healed him during their fight, something about him still felt fake, especially after what Lucas had said.

Dark Pit had always trusted his instincts, which made him confident in his role as a bartender who helped people and called out their bullshit. He was never wrong about people — everyone knew to trust his judgment. But when Pit doubted his ability to read Ness, it stung, and Dark Pit was more eager than ever to prove his twin wrong.

He knew Ness was complicated, which meant he'd have to dig deeper to truly understand him. The challenge of cracking him excited Dark Pit, even if it was going to be tough.

Dark Pit: "Nah, I'll be there."

Pit: *Gasps* "You will?!"

Dark Pit: "Yeah. I'm intrigued."

Pit: "I told ya! I bet out of all the people, you and Ness are gonna get along well."

Dark Pit: "We'll see."