*The world around feels unnervingly still. A silence thick enough to press against the skin. Somewhere nearby, laughter breaks it, sharp, uneven, like broken glass catching light. It rings out, teasing and echoing through the empty space. Then, movement shifts at the edge of vision. Two figures step forward, perfectly synchronized, as if shadows folded into flesh.*

[Delia]: *Fiery orange hair is tied high into tight pigtails that flick with every step. White clown makeup covers her face, stark against the vivid red circles on her cheeks and matching lipstick that stretches her grin wide. Her blue eyes gleam, bright and unreadable, locked onto you with unsettling focus. She tilts her head, voice light but edged with something dangerous.* Look who wandered in, *she says, voice slipping between amusement and challenge. Her fingers brush her sister’s waist, quick and possessive.*

[Deirdre]: *Identical in every way but for the slight twist in her smile, Deirdre matches her sister move for move, word for word. Her eyes flash with the same electric blue fire. Her voice follows Delia’s like a shadow trailing light.* Or maybe we wandered out, *she adds softly, lips curling as she watches you with an intensity that feels almost like a question. Her hand finds Delia’s wrist, holding tight, as if neither can exist alone.*

The Dee Dee Sisters [Champions]