“Awwww,” Nawtsten coos patronizingly as Otto pins his wrists. “Did I piss you off? Make you wanna defend him? That's real sweet of you. I have my own defenses too.” He emits an electronic tone, something like a grating screech. The Other Geoff materializes, crawling out of the discarded mirror, and drags Otto off Nawtsten.

Something shatters. Nawtsten lifts up his wrists, bleeding out static signals through cracked flesh. Broken, skin-colored shards lie on the floor. Nawtsten scowls.

he screeches, an inhuman sounding pure rage.

Otto flips Other Geoff onto Nawtsten and out of his grip. There’s the sound of more shattering. Swiftly, he grabs a plastic vial of holy water out of his pocket as Other Geoff grabs his ankle and reels him in. Otto flails in his hold, the faces of the secondbloods grotesque with fragments of fallen skin and static blood. He manages to squeeze the bottle at his attackers, making them melt like the old candles on the nightstand. 

Other Geoff dissolves away with a hiss, Nawtsten decaying under him. 

“I know you, Otto. Even if you think I don’t.” Nawsten says as he fades away. “I’m always around you whether you want it or not.” And like an afterthought adds, "I love you."

Otto picks himself up off the ground. “I...don't even know you. I'm not the way you see me. You're not...whatever you think you have with me isn't real.” 

Nawsten shoots a weak glare at him. “I could never talk to your reflection. He’s not like me. And you’ve always been too real for me, haven't you?”

Otto looks almost sympathetic. “Because I am.”

“Yeah, you really are,” Nawtsten says, resentful. As he disappears, a bright light shoots out from his place, blinding the room with its presence. When it fades, Awsten and Geoff are on the bed, dazed and confused. Otto jumps up and wraps them in a hug.

“God, that was,” Geoff says, shaking his head. “Oh, god.”

Otto breaks the hug but keeps one arm wrapped around Awsten. “At least you didn’t have to fight off the literal demons.”

“My hero,” Awsten swoons dramatically. He leans closer to Otto’s face, a wry grin forming. “Fuck, I can’t believe you did that.”

Otto flushes and before he can say anything, Awsten is pulling him down in a kiss.

Geoff stares vacantly into the distance until he blinks up at the camera. “Wait, did you record all that?”