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It was that time of the year again. The time where he had to face his inner demon... well if he could be called that.

He'd already done everything he'd had to. Inscriptions chalked onto the metal ship floor? Check. Door sealed? Check. Wards put up to prevent anyone getting in or out? Check. Checked that neither Rift nor Revention were in the room? Double check, those two could be slippery when they wanted to be.

The mirror was in front of him, the chalked decagon was on the floor with the necessary symbols, ancient Primusdon texts that he'd been born with knowing. He wasn't as brainless and silly as he acted. The false front he put on was to put others off, to fool them. If he didn't act like an all knowing diety, like the son of Primus should, then most didn't believe the things written about him. There were the few that did believe the texts and come hunting for him, to drink his lifeblood and gain eternal strength, but they were so few that he was able to escape them, that or Raven got to them first.

As Syndrome looked at his reflection in the large, full bodied mirror in front of him, he looked right through the facade. Others would see his silver frame, devoid of all marks, shimmering gently in the light like it had a light coat of glittery nail polish. His optics full of life, the soft smile on his faceplates. But he could see past that. He could see the scars, the wounds that clung to his exhausted body, scars that had mounted up over time. Wounds that had been repaired by the medics because he wasn't in his power to heal them, Unicron weaponry causing slashes that only mortals could heal. His optics reflected the trauma he'd sustained during his existance, the trips, although few and far between, that had left an inprint on his CPU, that had left him traumatised, that was the reason why he slept with a light on at night. It wasn't just for the two sparklings that slept in his room, it was for him as well... he knew what crept in the dark and he feared it.

He was petrified as he stepped into the circle, muttering words as the inscriptions on the floor lit up, the circle lighting up, a barrier, trapping him inside. His wings started to glow as he looked at the mirror, the lights dimming, making him tense as he turned them off completely, optics not leaving the mirror as he continued to mutter in the old tongue he'd been sparked knowing. Then he stopped and fell silent, the glow around him still there, wings still bright, optics still on the mirror.

Taking an intake out, he shut his optics and started to count, slowly, wings twitching as he did, until he reached ten... then he opened his optics again.

"About time Kyros... this meet gets later and later every time you have to do it..."

Viral smirked from the other side of the mirror, red optics glaring into the others lime green ones, black frame a contrast against his silver. Syndrome nodded a bit, not really acknowleding the words, slowly sitting down in the circle. His optics never left his virus reflection, Viral copying his movements like a shadow, both of them sitting on the floor.

"The thoughts ah carry are that ah know..." Syndrome whispered to the reflection, Virals green markings pulsing slowly with life. He smirked, watching every twitch, every shudder that he gave off as he waited for him to reply with the next part, enjoying the fear he instilled in the silver mech.

"The secrets that we must never show" He finished the sentence with a quiet chuckle as their tussle began. They asked questions back and forth in their native tongues, Syndrome using his Primusdon text whilst Viral used coding speak, after all, he was a virus and had been created as one...

This continued for what felt like hours, but after thirty minutes exactly, the black mech in the reflection stood, crossing his arms and huffing a little. Then, he did what the silver mech needed him to do, the one thing he'd been waiting for to know that victory had been claimed.

He broke their optic contact.

"You win this time. We continue as we were. Next time though... it'll be different."

Syndrome smiled a little. He always said that. Nodding, he slowly stood and outstretched his hand, putting it on the mirror, Viral doing the same as they once again met optics, servos meeting on the reflective surface as they spoke in unison.

"The deed has been done, we've both had our fun, now let us combine together back as one"

There was a flash, before the circle stopped glowing as the lights in the room came back on. Viral was gone, Syndrome brought his servos back off the mirror and looked at his reflection once more, looking at the scarring, lifting an arm and looking at one area, a deep slash that started at his wrist and ended at his elbow, a mark that Raven had left on him the first time they'd met. He smiled, tracing it, the memories flooding back, before he turned and walked away, wings glowing as he flicked a hand at the things behind him, the items vanishing from the room completely, the chalk blowing off by some invisible wind into thin air.

Description
It was that time of the year again. The time where he had to face his inner demon... well if he could be called that.

He'd already done everything he'd had to. Inscriptions chalked onto the metal ship floor? Check. Door sealed? Check. Wards put up to prevent anyone getting in or out? Check. Checked that neither Rift nor Revention were in the room? Double check, those two could be slippery when they wanted to be.

The mirror was in front of him, the chalked decagon was on the floor with the necessary symbols, ancient Primusdon texts that he'd been born with knowing. He wasn't as brainless and silly as he acted. The false front he put on was to put others off, to fool them. If he didn't act like an all knowing diety, like the son of Primus should, then most didn't believe the things written about him. There were the few that did believe the texts and come hunting for him, to drink his lifeblood and gain eternal strength, but they were so few that he was able to escape them, that or Raven got to them first.

As Syndrome looked at his reflection in the large, full bodied mirror in front of him, he looked right through the facade. Others would see his silver frame, devoid of all marks, shimmering gently in the light like it had a light coat of glittery nail polish. His optics full of life, the soft smile on his faceplates. But he could see past that. He could see the scars, the wounds that clung to his exhausted body, scars that had mounted up over time. Wounds that had been repaired by the medics because he wasn't in his power to heal them, Unicron weaponry causing slashes that only mortals could heal. His optics reflected the trauma he'd sustained during his existance, the trips, although few and far between, that had left an inprint on his CPU, that had left him traumatised, that was the reason why he slept with a light on at night. It wasn't just for the two sparklings that slept in his room, it was for him as well... he knew what crept in the dark and he feared it.

He was petrified as he stepped into the circle, muttering words as the inscriptions on the floor lit up, the circle lighting up, a barrier, trapping him inside. His wings started to glow as he looked at the mirror, the lights dimming, making him tense as he turned them off completely, optics not leaving the mirror as he continued to mutter in the old tongue he'd been sparked knowing. Then he stopped and fell silent, the glow around him still there, wings still bright, optics still on the mirror.

Taking an intake out, he shut his optics and started to count, slowly, wings twitching as he did, until he reached ten... then he opened his optics again.

"About time Kyros... this meet gets later and later every time you have to do it..."

Viral smirked from the other side of the mirror, red optics glaring into the others lime green ones, black frame a contrast against his silver. Syndrome nodded a bit, not really acknowleding the words, slowly sitting down in the circle. His optics never left his virus reflection, Viral copying his movements like a shadow, both of them sitting on the floor.

"The thoughts ah carry are that ah know..." Syndrome whispered to the reflection, Virals green markings pulsing slowly with life. He smirked, watching every twitch, every shudder that he gave off as he waited for him to reply with the next part, enjoying the fear he instilled in the silver mech.

"The secrets that we must never show" He finished the sentence with a quiet chuckle as their tussle began. They asked questions back and forth in their native tongues, Syndrome using his Primusdon text whilst Viral used coding speak, after all, he was a virus and had been created as one...

This continued for what felt like hours, but after thirty minutes exactly, the black mech in the reflection stood, crossing his arms and huffing a little. Then, he did what the silver mech needed him to do, the one thing he'd been waiting for to know that victory had been claimed.

He broke their optic contact.

"You win this time. We continue as we were. Next time though... it'll be different."

Syndrome smiled a little. He always said that. Nodding, he slowly stood and outstretched his hand, putting it on the mirror, Viral doing the same as they once again met optics, servos meeting on the reflective surface as they spoke in unison.

"The deed has been done, we've both had our fun, now let us combine together back as one"

There was a flash, before the circle stopped glowing as the lights in the room came back on. Viral was gone, Syndrome brought his servos back off the mirror and looked at his reflection once more, looking at the scarring, lifting an arm and looking at one area, a deep slash that started at his wrist and ended at his elbow, a mark that Raven had left on him the first time they'd met. He smiled, tracing it, the memories flooding back, before he turned and walked away, wings glowing as he flicked a hand at the things behind him, the items vanishing from the room completely, the chalk blowing off by some invisible wind into thin air.