𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙖'𝙨 𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛

      In a dark, night alley sits one miserable zboonak and cries, hugging himself with his arms and tail. Most people seemed to not care about him. They pass by the crying zbornak and pay no attention to her.

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      Wander and Sylvia were walking along the streets of the night city under the lampposts. They were holding invitations in their hands.       — Admit it, Wander, we're lost!       — No, Syl, according to the townspeople, this is the very street. Now we have to turn right here and around the corner there will be a skyscraper, a club of canon and fan characters. — the weirdo explained and as soon as they turned the corner, they saw the very building, which was decorated with multi-colored children's drawings on the walls, like graffiti. There were also stars, smiles and thumbs up everywhere. — Well, there you go. I told you we would find it and go there. And you doubted it.       — Well, I still doubt it. I don't really want to go there. Maybe I'll wait for you outside when you've had your fun and come out yourself.       — Come on, Syl. You should like it there. It's the same party, only not only will all the characters from our common cartoon series be there, but also several characters invented by fans. What are the several versions of Domi's daughters worth? — Wander explained.       — Quiet! — Sylvia stopped and Wander froze along with her. — Do you hear? They heard someone crying and seeing that it was coming from a dark alley, they went there to find out who was crying. When they came to the one who was crying, they saw a zbornak exactly like Sylvia. However, she was also dressed like Lord Hater. Even the yellow lightning-shaped horns were exactly the same. Only instead of red, her robe was blue and black. Plus a black skirt that covered her dignity. The yellow gloves were ordinary.       — Hey, this is my evil double from another universe. What was her name there? — Sylvia tried to remember.       — Lord Sylvia, Sil. — Wander looked sternly at Sylvia.       — Yes, yes. That's what I wanted to say. I always forget her name.       — Unhappy! — the red-haired boy looks sadly at the crying evil copy of Sylvia.— Who offended her?       — Maybe she was offended on merit? She is also bad after all. — Sylvia suggested.       — No, Syl. You can't rush to conclusions. Something is clearly wrong here. — he explained to his friend and approached Lord Sylvia. — Hey, Lord Sylvia! Why are you crying? Who hurt you? Lord Sylvia stopped crying and, with her mascara running down, looked questioningly at Wander with her eyes, which glowed green like Lord Hater's. Regular Sylvia stood next to Wander and looked at her evil double. Only this time, she was the unfortunate double. She posed no danger. That's for sure!       — And what does it matter to you? No one cares about me. No one pities me. — LS replies.       — But we care about you. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come to you. — regular Sylvia explained.       — So who hurt you? — the weirdo didn't understand. Lord Sylvia shook off her tears and replied:       — Everyone.       — What do you mean, everyone? What are you talking about? — the usual Sylvia didn't understand.       — We didn't hurt you. On the contrary, we want to help you. — the redhead explained.       — I don't need your help. — LS turned away from them. — Nobody loves me anyway. Eight years ago, as soon as I appeared and was invented, they hinted at me and even wrote a couple of fanfics about me! And do you know what they did to me there? — she was ready to scream, but was covered in green lightning. — They killed me. And twice. That nasty girl treated me badly and ruined me. Only one adequate guy treated me better and wanted to show me from a different side. Until that nasty girl deleted and destroyed all his works, including the only adequate one with me. — she began to cry again, hugging herself. — And then it got even worse because everyone forgot about me. Not a single artist has ever drawn even fan art of me. I don’t exist for anyone. I’m a nobody. I’m a loser. I’m a pathetic mistake that shouldn’t exist. They didn’t even invite me to that stupid party in that skyscraper among the fan characters. Because they don’t even know who I am. Ordinary Sylvia herself could hardly hold back her tears and was ready to cry along with the evil copy of herself and the skeleton. Even Wander began to cry and hugged the villainess from behind.       — Well, don't cry, Lordiha! Don't cry, please. Sylvia and I haven't forgotten about you and remembered you. And I'm sure that some Malwe units still remember you. They just don't show it and don't show a single memory of you.       — It's easy for you to say. You also have invitations to this stupid holiday. After all, everyone still remembers and loves you. But not me. I even envy you. — LS wiped away her tears again and sighed heavily. — I... I also really wanted... To be there... To communicate with other characters created by fans... To make friends with them... In the end... So that I wouldn't be alone... Wander also stopped crying and wiped away his tears.       — Why didn't you tell me right away? — he asked her with a smile and held out his hand with an invitation card. — Here. Take my ticket and go to the canon and fan characters club.       — But you wanted to get there yourself. — the usual Sylvia protested.       — I know. But my heart bleeds when I find out that someone wasn't invited and is being forgotten. Let Lord Sylvia at least go there, have fun, communicate with someone and make friends. At these words of the weirdo, the evil copy of the zbornak was ready to cry again, but this time from joy. After all, she didn't expect this. Ordinary Sylvia looked at her invitation card and said:       — Well then... Let her take my invitation card instead. Lord Sylvia and Wander widened their eyes at the same time. They looked questioningly at ordinary Sylvia.       — Are you... Sure about that?       — Oh, I didn't want to fly here anyway. — Zbornak waved her hand and handed her invitation card to her double. — I flew here with you, just for you, Wander. But I'm not interested in these meetings. I'd rather walk these night streets. Maybe I'll just find a couple of hooligans and beat them up. But she... Let her go with you... And everyone will think that she's like me... She flew in with you... Take a look and compare. We are almost indistinguishable, like twins, only she wears a suit, gloves and horns, imitating... — she whispered the last words in his ear with a sly grin: — Lord Hater. Redhead smiled and decided that it would be more correct. He even nods to Lord Sylvia as a sign that she agrees. Ordinary Sylvia even extended a helping hand to her evil double and looked at her evil self with such a look, as if saying: "Trust me!" For a couple of seconds, LS, looking at her ordinary self, imagined herself in her own image and noticed that they really are almost like twins. Closing her eyes, trying to accept the choice spiritually, she confidently shows a stern look and extends her hand.

***

      And at this time, near the entrance to the club of canon and fan characters, where a closed party was taking place, a character, somewhat similar to Wander, stood as a bouncer security guard. He was all dark gray, his eyes were blue with white pupils, his hat was purple and full of holes? And instead of legs, he had hooves with holes. Near the Wander and There in Dominator armor. It was Lord Wander himself. With him was a green-skinned girl with long white hair, braided into two side braids. She herself wore a black T-shirt, black shorts, and green fur was slightly visible from under the T-shirt. It was Starfoll. Lord Wander and Starfoll were indignant, why they were not allowed into the club?       — Are you serious? We were also invented by fans and everyone remembers us, well, let us in. — Starfoll begged.       — Your tickets, please! — the guard asked politely, holding out his hand.       — We don't have any tickets, flirt take you! How many times do I have to tell you? — Lord Wanderwas indignant.       — No tickets, no entry! — the bouncer said sternly, holding his arms out to the sides.       — Excuse me! — they heard the voice of the usual Wander, who was walking with Lord Sylvia, holding her hand. In their free hands they held their tickets.       — Ah! Wander, Sylvia! Welcome! No, no, no tickets required! Just come in! Our doors are always. open to you. And so Wander, together with Lord Sylvia, entered without handing over their tickets. The weirdo was a little surprised. It turns out that he and Sylvia could have flown here without tickets. The main thing is to give one of their extra tickets to Lord Sylvia. Lord Wander and Starfoll were outraged by what they saw.       — ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! YOU LET THEM IN WITHOUT TICKETS, AND WE ARE NOT HERE??? — Lord Wander shouted.       — ARE YOU TAKING REVENGE ON US IN THIS WAY FOR WHAT OUR CREATORS DID TO YOU??? STOPP IT!!! — Starfoll shouted. The bouncer changed his appearance? Starting to glow white. His eyes turned red with black pupils and he shouted back in a very scary demonic voice:       — NO TICKETS, NO PASS!!! The red-haired villain and the green-skinned girl both lowered their hands down and clenched them into fists, angry, baring their teeth from such impudence. It seemed that they would now pounce on him together and beat him up. But no such luck! The guard threw both ticketless people far away with one blow and they flew into a dark alley. Starfoll fell face down in a dirty puddle, and Lord Wander fell upside down in a trash can. Starfoll knelt down, punched the puddle with her fist and cried.

***

      And in the club at that time there was real fun, like at a disco for teenagers and everyone was dancing to the music. There were many people there. Lord Sylvia, when she saw all this, was surprised and couldn't believe her eyes that Oga was finally in this club, among the majority. She had never been so happy. Wander danced with her for a few minutes and then introduced her to such characters as the skeletons Skully, Scorchar and Zorphen, the Scalabrites Atomos, Abbit and Panny, the skeleton Bonecrusher, the human Mad Star, the freastard Turbo Rider, the bullsid Briney and even two bandits Marb Fax and Barry Giduls. They were all glad to meet Lord Sylvia and even invited her to visit each of them sometime. She didn't want to offend them all with refusals and so she agreed without thinking twice. She was so grateful to Wander that she wanted to kiss him. She took the weirdo by the shoulders with her yellow-gloved hands and looked into his eyes.       — Thank you, Wander. — After that, she kisses him on the lips, which the redhead didn't expect. Even his cheeks turned red. After the kiss, Wander was shock at first, but then he smiled a little stupidly.

***

      And the real Sylvia at this time was beating up the evil Lord Wander, throwing him down on the sidewalk and breaking his shoulders, twisting his arms from behind. She liked this the most. Starfoll just hid in the trash can, looking at this and shaking with fear.