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(Core is checking Solar’s radar)
Core: Welp, I guess next one on the list in this god forsaken land... is...
(Xen’s icon shows up on the screen)
Core: Xen, four miles from here.
Teleporter: He’s in this place called...
(Teleporter tries to enlarge the screen to see better, but Solar slapped her hand away)
Solar: Don’t T-(funding for this program was made possible by-) ouch mAAAAAe.
Teleporter: I just wanted to get a better glance of where we’re traveling.
Solar: Lllllllllllllllll-et MISs cOrE Do iT.
Teleporter: We’ve got mere minutes to rescue your contestants, and you care about your PRIVACY?
Core: Alright you two, stop bickering! I don’t want another argument happening between you two that wastes more time than before. I’ll handle the magnification.
(Core enlarges the screen)
Teleporter: Rimmom Elanp. Can’t say I’ve ever heard such nonsense before.
Core: Well, in this world, nonsense makes sense. Anything you’ve stashed in your mind might be influenced in the world.
Teleporter: Even your words now make utterly no sense.
Solar: TRY n-waohoahwaow-ot ,,,,,,,, toooooooo THINK (s)a(t)b(a)o(t)u(i)t(c) [THE] i-[OF] it. LogIC DuESn’t Ma-a-ax@xa-ax@zst2g-KE [in]sense [HOLDER] hear.
Core: Solar, you should probably watch over yourself and the others. You’re cracking under a lot of pressure. Meanwhile, Teleporter and I shall embark on another journey... again. Stay safe, alright?
Solar: Myst Mist Miss Co-re, ar(DD^DA#GGFDFG )e ewe u you reeeeeeeeeeeeee-lly sUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUr-e? <(0)> Eye stil-l-l-l-l mite BeE of he-lp...
Core: Solar, I’d do anything to save our contestants, and I know you’d do the same, but you’re really about to break. I really need you to stay here, it’s for your own safety and the others as well. Try and take care of yourself more, Solar. You need it. Please stay here, okay?
(Solar reluctantly gives a thumbs up)
Core: Cool. Anyways, we’ll be heading “in that direction”.
Teleporter: We shall return... soon.
(Core and Teleporter start walking “in that direction”, Solar becomes imperceivable from a distance)
Teleporter: So, another shoddy incident, and now I’m here working with you again. What iron-
Core: Hush, snob. I only care about having you here because of safety issues.
Teleporter: Come on, indulge in some small talk for once, mend our ways along the way, eh?
Core: I do not care.
Teleporter: Stop being a selfish, spineless, slack-jawed baby and get your act together! Why does a little conversation make it so bad that you can’t handle it?
Core: aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING JUST HAPPENS AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN KEEP IN CONTROL!
Teleporter: That’s the world. Uncontrollable, a hellhole impossible to control or endure.
Core: IT JUST KEEPS ON GOING IN CIRCLES AND CIRCLES, AND I’M THE ONE THAT ALWAYS GETS THROWN OUT THE LOOP!
Teleporter: Calm down, Core.
Core: UGGGHH... NOW you’re my psychological mentor?
Teleporter: Look, I’ve been to two hells and back again, including the one in Michigan, and that was an experience. I know you’re dealing with massive amounts of stress and disinterest in me, but please, just trust me this once on this. Calm down.
Core: (takes a deep breath) Ugh, I can never catch a break from all this calamity. It just keeps on happening, out of my control!
Teleporter: You may be a god at creation, but you aren’t the god of luck. Not everything will happen as you want it to.
Core: I just- I wanted to have a normal show, with normal stuff happening, but all these mishaps keep on dragging this show in the deep end.
Teleporter: Sometimes life just doesn’t want to give you lemons. Sometimes when you think you’ve reached your goal, you find that it was misspelled as coal. Point is, as the French say, cest la vie. Stuff happens and there’s nothing you can do about it. But you can do your best to fix it.
Core: That... actually made sense. Welp, I didn’t want to say this, but thanks.
Teleporter: I may be a monstrosity, but I am sentimental.
Core: (sighs) Let’s just keep going.
(they keep walking “in that direction”)
Core: 4 kilometers. Round 2 kilometers left.
(a blur of red rushes in front of them)
Core: Wait! Is that...?
???: (in a deep tone) Core?
(??? is hiding behind something dark)
Core: Xen?
Xen: (in a deep tone) Something’s up?
Teleporter: I sense something suspicious going on.
Xen: (in a deep tone) What? What’s wrong?
Teleporter: Show yourself.
Xen: (stands out) (in a deep tone) Uhh... what?
Core: Your voice is... off.
????: THAT’S BECAUSE HE AIN’T RIGHT!
Core: Huh?
(???? runs into the scene)
Xen: (slightly high-pitched, sounds mad) THIS HERE, HE’S A FAKIE! A TRAITOR THAT SHOULD ROT IN HELL! A MENACE OF SOCIETY! ANXIOUS OF LOSING HIMSELF! A-
Xen: (in a deep tone) Quit talking, you lunatic. You’re lost in your own world, drunk deep in madness. Can’t even climb out, now that’s sadness. Went off the deep end, searching for something, came to the surface, smellin’ of nothing.
Xen: (slightly high-pitched, sounds mad) NOW YOU SEE, HE’S A LIAR, CAN’T EVEN FORMULATE HIS OWN WORDS RIGHT, AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ IN HIM CUZ HE’S SOULLESS, THOUGHTLESS, A DEMON SENT FROM HELL!
Core: (to Teleporter) Why are there two Xens?
Teleporter: According to their language and tone, I don’t think they’re real. (points in “another direction”) You see this?
Core: (faces that way) Yeah? I see something, like glass.
Teleporter: It’s more than just glass. There’s no light, but there should be a reflection if there was.
Core: So it’s a mirror then?
Teleporter: Apparently yes. As you said here, nonsense makes sense in this land, so I’m assuming that it had something to do with that.
Core: Hmm... (Core looks into a mirror and sees a red version of herself, glaring at her) I think multiple personalities could’ve came from different mirrors, and Xen unknowingly interacted with them, thus triggering the portrayals of personalities to become real and escaping through to this dimension.
Teleporter: In other words, they’re objects that came out of the mirror?
Core: Yes. At least I think it is. We just have to find the real Xen.
Teleporter: Uhh... that’s gonna be a harsh task.
Core: Why?
Teleporter: (points in “this other direction”)
(multiple Xens are in shot, some talking with each other, some acting out, some fighting, and some quarreling)
Core: Oh... Oh no. How did Xen multiply so fast?
Teleporter: He is an X, after all.
Core: (facepalms) This is no time to be making these kinds of jokes! If only I still had that radar...
Teleporter: Maybe you should’ve brought along Solar.
Core: I didn’t expect this! Darn it, how are we supposed to find the real him now? We aren’t gonna find him by asking them one by one!
Teleporter: Well, at least we should get through them, eh?
Core: Welp, as they say, take chances, make mistakes, and it’s time to get messy.
(Teleporter and Core walk through the crowd of Xens)
Xen: (In an Australian accent) An outsider, surveying the land, unwelcomed to the land down under. Typical.
Xen: (In a soft tone) Mate, stop looking at those two. You don’t know what they’re up to. Core’s got stuff up their sleeve.
Xen: (In an Australian accent) Bloody intruders.
Xen: (In a soft tone) You’re cynical.
Core: They seem to be unfriendly.
Teleporter: I guess he tries to keep these emotions down.
Xen: (In a high voice) Well, well. One of them Core buddies looking for too many answers.
(Another Xen punches high voice Xen)
Xen: (In a high voice) Damn! You out of your freakin’ mind, man?
Xen: (In a Boston accent) Oh snap, Xen! Ain’t nothing to it, just a little bit of self defense! Page one of the manual, kill or be killed!
Xen: (In a high voice) I’ll show you who’s the boss around here!
(High voice Xen tackles Boston accent Xen away)
Core: His emotions are fighting with each other. I guess his mental state isn’t the best lately.
Teleporter: Could he have a case of split personality disorder?
Core: I don’t think so. These are all just raw emotions, purely an amalgamation of how his mind state is. Sure, he keeps to himself a lot of these feelings, but it doesn’t mean that these are different personalities of him. He’s never mentioned about any case of it either. Also, one fact that trumps over this idea is these Xens know me.
Teleporter: Sure. Anyways, have you thought of a plan to find the real one?
Core: I guess, find the one that doesn’t sound insane.
Xen: (speaking in a very deep voice) Hey, I’m not insane!
Core: Shut up, you. There are two ways we can do this.
Xen: (In a British accent) Trivia Murder Party style?
Core: No. I-
Xen: (In a British accent) Jackbox Party Pack 6 is pretty good, you know.
Core: Stop it. Anyways, identify the odd one out by asking them, or by force.
Teleporter: I don’t think they’ll all cooperate.
Core: I know Xen, and although he uses unorthodox ways to solve problems, he’s someone who’ll answer to you.
Xen: (flying over with a grenade launcher) (In a Scottish accent) WOOOOOOOO!
Core: Well, except when he’s working on a project, then he’s absolutely focused. But otherwise, I should be able to discern the real one.
(Core walks over to a Xen)
Core: Excuse me, I-
Xen: (In a cowboy accent) Sup, mate. What ye looking fer’?
Core: (walks away) Nothing.
Xen: (In a cowboy accent) Welp, den’t mind meh.
Core: (walks over to another Xen) Um, Xen, I-
Xen: (In a Dumbledore accent) What wise knowledge cometh forth me, bestow your wisdom-
Core: Nevermind.
Xen: (In a Dumbledore accent) Come back if you have-
(Core leaves and finds another Xen)
Core: Now, Xen-
Xen: 我覺得有件事情有怪，但是我沒辦法看出是什麼。
Core: Wrong object.
Xen: 等等啦！我都還沒說完-
(Core leaves for another Xen)
(This repeats on for some time)
Core: (dissatisfied) That’s the hundredth Xen I’ve interviewed, and every one of them is faulty! God, I-
(A rock gets thrown at Core in the back)
Core: (slowly turns her head to look behind her)
Core: WHO. THREW. THAT.
Xen: (speaks in a demanding voice) Eyyyy, come on! You been standing there, I been waiting for ye to finish ye business, but ye just standing there, doing nothin’! Come on mate, get up and get aut of this territory!
Core: (walks up to them menacingly)
Xen: (speaking in a demanding voice, slightly scared now) Hey, hey, no hard feeling, no? I just be saying thee truth! Come on, we be friends, eaAAAAAAA-
(Core picks up this Xen and does a chokeslam, this Xen fades into obscurity)
(Xens watch Core, absolutely horrified)
Core: I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF ALL OF YOU!
(Xens tremble)
Core: EVERY. SINGLE. ONE OF YOU!
(Xens fear)
Core: YOU’LL ALL SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS HIM! BEGONE WITH YOU ALL!
(Xens panic and flee in all directions, Core slowly walks in a line, grabbing, clotheslining, knocking Xens that come near into obscurity)
Xen: (In a news reporter attire) Flash news today, An enraged Core is destroying the local population of Xens. She says she won’t stop until the entire lot disappears. Over to you, Xen.
Xen: (shouting) Thanks Xen! Currently, oh she’s got a triple, no quintuple kill! She’s on a killing spree! She’s on a RAMPAGE! She’s UNSTOPPABLE! SHE’S DOMINATING! SHE’S GODLI-AAAAAAAAAA-!
Xen: (In a news reporter attire) Thanks, Xen. And that’s today’s news. Xen On News, Xen. (leaves)
Core: (appears behind him)
Xen: (in a news reporter attire) Oh GOD-NOOOOOO-! (dies)
Xen: (in a Canadian accent) So you think we’re screwed?
Xen: (sounds like a bearded man) Yeah. Probably. Big time.
(Core comes in and double-kills them in a chokehold)
Xen: (in a heavier British accent) I’m a scummy man, woke up face down in a gully, man! No pain, no gain, no same old, same ol-eeEEEAAAH-!
(Core is spinning like a beyblade, holding two Xens by their legs. She approaches the Xens, slicing up every one of them)
Xen: (In a Scottish accent) Take this! (shoots a grenade at Core)
(the bomb explodes and the Xens she’s holding disappear, but Core isn’t dazed. She starts to approach him.)
Xen: (In a Scottish accent) Oh, that smarts. AAAAAAAAAA!
Core: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, chucklehead!
Xen: (In a sane tone) (looking at the news) “Rabid Robot Ravages Ragtag!” Hmm... would’ve been better if they all started with X. They aren’t that good at wordplay, I think. I could do better!
Xen: (in an insane tone) garden addict rolypolys poll cant mentor ragging vessel empty redid dribble ransack cauliflower ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow-
(they both get smushed by Core)
(some time later)
Xen: (In a 16th century accent) Oh, oh no! Alas, I am, the last of them in the land of the living! What cruel fate, what bitter irony, as I, such a humble entity, survived such a massacre. But alas, it all has to end, as I, will disintegrate into nothingness in a few moments from now. Let this be my final hurrah, as the light fades to black, let me leave this harsh land and enter another realm of living, let me be free of my suffering and pain, let me exit these shadows and embrace the light!
Core: You finished?
Xen: (In a 16th century accent) Yes. You shall determine my fate as of now.
Core: (does an uppercut)
Xen: (In a poorly recreated 16th century accent) Farewell. (fades away)
Teleporter: (walks up to Core) Well, I guess that’s all of the dopplegangers taken out.
Core: I guess so, but there still isn’t any sign of him.
Teleporter: I guess you went with the second option, huh?
Core: Wasn’t that obvious?
Teleporter: I thought you were more of a pacifist.
Core: Normally I am. But with magic disabled, when you gotta do violence, you gotta do it. And I’m not talking to the same Xens twenty times.
Teleporter: Well that certainly is faster, but that’s not too valid of a reason.
Core: And one threw a rock at me.
Teleporter: Now that’s really disrespectful.
Core: I know. Wait a second, listen-
(they hear some crying sounds in the distance)
Core: Hey, I never saw that door before! (points in “one direction”)
Teleporter: (looks in “one direction”) I don’t see anything. I think you’ve been up all night.
Core: No, what makes it beautiful is, it doesn’t look like one.
(Core walks up and opens the door, it seems like a normal closet)
Teleporter: There’s nothing inside. It’s a normal closet.
Core: Oh, but if we walk inside, and then close the door...
(they walk inside and close the door, there’s a room behind it)
Core: That’s one of his favorite tricks. Debatably secret, but it is a classic.
(They enter a room with some stairs at the end, they walk up the stairs)
Xen: (lying on the floor, face down while crying)
Core: (runs up to him) Xen, you okay?
Xen: I- I let my emotions grow loose again... I’m a monster...
Teleporter: Well then, you caused us a lot of problems with your dopplegangers out there, now get u-
Core: Teleporter! Have some sense in you! He’s having a mental breakdown, and you’re here to spiel rubbish at them? I thought you said you had sentiment!
Teleporter: I’m a psychologist, but he’s not one of my patients.
Core: There’s a lot wrong with that sentence.
Teleporter: I know you, but I don’t know him.
Core: Well I know him, so if you shut up now, I’ll handle it. (turns to Xen) Xen, are you okay?
Teleporter: Reminder that you have the right to remain silent, and-
Core: I said SHUT. UP.
Teleporter: (rolls her eyes, looks annoyed but stays silent)
Xen: No, no- I ca-an speak.
Core: What happened?
Xen: So I-I wa- we all were inside the ship for a moment, and then a blackout happened and I got trapped inside this room. I saw a mirror, and naturally I wa-as curious, so I touched it. And then, and then everything happened!
Core: Yeah, a whole bunch of Xens spawned.
Xen: My, wh-how do I explain this, my emotions, or my personalities manifested out of the mirror, reincarnated into another version of me, but every single one of them was a negative feeling. Surrounded by them, it was like a party but with a bunch of heartless folk. They were unkind, ruthless, and kept bullying me back and forth! I di-didn’t know what to do, they left out the door, and I-I’ve been here.
Core: Oh... I’m sorry, Xen.
Teleporter: Do you suffer from Split Personality Disorder?
Core: Teleporter! What the hell is this kind of question?
Xen: N-no, in a way. I try to keep down my emotions, letting only a calm me take the wheel. I don’t usually burst, I know, but I do sometimes g-go crazy if I push myself too far. I don’t like c-causing trouble to anyone. What you saw there were actually accurate representations of them: crazy, lunatic, mean, cold-hearted, contempt, demanding, cynical... the list goes on. I try to never feel those emotions, but they still wrap around me, trying to steal the wheel if I go awry. I’m sorry you had to en-dure (starts sobbing again) a-a-all of th-at, I’m a- failure, I- really a-am...
Core: Look Xen, (puts her hand on his shoulder) everyone has negative emotions sometimes. I, for one, went off the deep end for an argument between this object and Solar. But that’s okay! We all have our bad days, so why not just focus on the good ones? If you really feel down, just remember, we’ll all be here for you.
Xen: I’m just- an object who can’t even remotely be a normal object in society. I just- never fit in.
Core: Hey, who said you had to be normal? No one’s perfect! You weren’t born to be perfect, you were born to be you. Take me for example, I’m a quirky individual who owns a spaceship in space, does that sound normal to you? Don’t be afraid to stand out if you want to.
Xen: All my life, I feel like I’ve pushed away so many objects, I didn’t really interacted with them, and I always worried that I left a bad impression. I- just hoped, I wouldn’t do that he-here, but... this happened.
Core: Xen, it’s okay. I won’t blame you for being curious about something here. You felt remorseful about your actions, and I forgive you for creating clones of yourself unknowingly.
Xen: (sighs) Thanks.
Core: Here. Come here.
(Core gives Xen a hug)
Xen: (slight smile) Thanks, Core. I really needed one.
Core: No problem, friend. Now let’s get back to Solar.
(end)

I’ve learned some things when making this,
1 - Neon and 3D usually don’t go well together
2 - the picture might be a mistake
3 - it’s best not to wait too long
and this is my portrayal of Core (of course it’s still in dialogue!) saving Xen. I’ve tried to make it short, of course I still failed pretty horribly, but here it is in full flow.
(and i guess I’m the first one to upload mine, so yeah first one I guess)
(dang and da removed my bold, italics and word effects, congrats)

Description
(Core is checking Solar’s radar)
Core: Welp, I guess next one on the list in this god forsaken land... is...
(Xen’s icon shows up on the screen)
Core: Xen, four miles from here.
Teleporter: He’s in this place called...
(Teleporter tries to enlarge the screen to see better, but Solar slapped her hand away)
Solar: Don’t T-(funding for this program was made possible by-) ouch mAAAAAe.
Teleporter: I just wanted to get a better glance of where we’re traveling.
Solar: Lllllllllllllllll-et MISs cOrE Do iT.
Teleporter: We’ve got mere minutes to rescue your contestants, and you care about your PRIVACY?
Core: Alright you two, stop bickering! I don’t want another argument happening between you two that wastes more time than before. I’ll handle the magnification.
(Core enlarges the screen)
Teleporter: Rimmom Elanp. Can’t say I’ve ever heard such nonsense before.
Core: Well, in this world, nonsense makes sense. Anything you’ve stashed in your mind might be influenced in the world.
Teleporter: Even your words now make utterly no sense.
Solar: TRY n-waohoahwaow-ot ,,,,,,,, toooooooo THINK (s)a(t)b(a)o(t)u(i)t(c) [THE] i-[OF] it. LogIC DuESn’t Ma-a-ax@xa-ax@zst2g-KE [in]sense [HOLDER] hear.
Core: Solar, you should probably watch over yourself and the others. You’re cracking under a lot of pressure. Meanwhile, Teleporter and I shall embark on another journey... again. Stay safe, alright?
Solar: Myst Mist Miss Co-re, ar(DD^DA#GGFDFG )e ewe u you reeeeeeeeeeeeee-lly sUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUr-e? <(0)> Eye stil-l-l-l-l mite BeE of he-lp...
Core: Solar, I’d do anything to save our contestants, and I know you’d do the same, but you’re really about to break. I really need you to stay here, it’s for your own safety and the others as well. Try and take care of yourself more, Solar. You need it. Please stay here, okay?
(Solar reluctantly gives a thumbs up)
Core: Cool. Anyways, we’ll be heading “in that direction”.
Teleporter: We shall return... soon.
(Core and Teleporter start walking “in that direction”, Solar becomes imperceivable from a distance)
Teleporter: So, another shoddy incident, and now I’m here working with you again. What iron-
Core: Hush, snob. I only care about having you here because of safety issues.
Teleporter: Come on, indulge in some small talk for once, mend our ways along the way, eh?
Core: I do not care.
Teleporter: Stop being a selfish, spineless, slack-jawed baby and get your act together! Why does a little conversation make it so bad that you can’t handle it?
Core: aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING JUST HAPPENS AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN KEEP IN CONTROL!
Teleporter: That’s the world. Uncontrollable, a hellhole impossible to control or endure.
Core: IT JUST KEEPS ON GOING IN CIRCLES AND CIRCLES, AND I’M THE ONE THAT ALWAYS GETS THROWN OUT THE LOOP!
Teleporter: Calm down, Core.
Core: UGGGHH... NOW you’re my psychological mentor?
Teleporter: Look, I’ve been to two hells and back again, including the one in Michigan, and that was an experience. I know you’re dealing with massive amounts of stress and disinterest in me, but please, just trust me this once on this. Calm down.
Core: (takes a deep breath) Ugh, I can never catch a break from all this calamity. It just keeps on happening, out of my control!
Teleporter: You may be a god at creation, but you aren’t the god of luck. Not everything will happen as you want it to.
Core: I just- I wanted to have a normal show, with normal stuff happening, but all these mishaps keep on dragging this show in the deep end.
Teleporter: Sometimes life just doesn’t want to give you lemons. Sometimes when you think you’ve reached your goal, you find that it was misspelled as coal. Point is, as the French say, cest la vie. Stuff happens and there’s nothing you can do about it. But you can do your best to fix it.
Core: That... actually made sense. Welp, I didn’t want to say this, but thanks.
Teleporter: I may be a monstrosity, but I am sentimental.
Core: (sighs) Let’s just keep going.
(they keep walking “in that direction”)
Core: 4 kilometers. Round 2 kilometers left.
(a blur of red rushes in front of them)
Core: Wait! Is that...?
???: (in a deep tone) Core?
(??? is hiding behind something dark)
Core: Xen?
Xen: (in a deep tone) Something’s up?
Teleporter: I sense something suspicious going on.
Xen: (in a deep tone) What? What’s wrong?
Teleporter: Show yourself.
Xen: (stands out) (in a deep tone) Uhh... what?
Core: Your voice is... off.
????: THAT’S BECAUSE HE AIN’T RIGHT!
Core: Huh?
(???? runs into the scene)
Xen: (slightly high-pitched, sounds mad) THIS HERE, HE’S A FAKIE! A TRAITOR THAT SHOULD ROT IN HELL! A MENACE OF SOCIETY! ANXIOUS OF LOSING HIMSELF! A-
Xen: (in a deep tone) Quit talking, you lunatic. You’re lost in your own world, drunk deep in madness. Can’t even climb out, now that’s sadness. Went off the deep end, searching for something, came to the surface, smellin’ of nothing.
Xen: (slightly high-pitched, sounds mad) NOW YOU SEE, HE’S A LIAR, CAN’T EVEN FORMULATE HIS OWN WORDS RIGHT, AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ IN HIM CUZ HE’S SOULLESS, THOUGHTLESS, A DEMON SENT FROM HELL!
Core: (to Teleporter) Why are there two Xens?
Teleporter: According to their language and tone, I don’t think they’re real. (points in “another direction”) You see this?
Core: (faces that way) Yeah? I see something, like glass.
Teleporter: It’s more than just glass. There’s no light, but there should be a reflection if there was.
Core: So it’s a mirror then?
Teleporter: Apparently yes. As you said here, nonsense makes sense in this land, so I’m assuming that it had something to do with that.
Core: Hmm... (Core looks into a mirror and sees a red version of herself, glaring at her) I think multiple personalities could’ve came from different mirrors, and Xen unknowingly interacted with them, thus triggering the portrayals of personalities to become real and escaping through to this dimension.
Teleporter: In other words, they’re objects that came out of the mirror?
Core: Yes. At least I think it is. We just have to find the real Xen.
Teleporter: Uhh... that’s gonna be a harsh task.
Core: Why?
Teleporter: (points in “this other direction”)
(multiple Xens are in shot, some talking with each other, some acting out, some fighting, and some quarreling)
Core: Oh... Oh no. How did Xen multiply so fast?
Teleporter: He is an X, after all.
Core: (facepalms) This is no time to be making these kinds of jokes! If only I still had that radar...
Teleporter: Maybe you should’ve brought along Solar.
Core: I didn’t expect this! Darn it, how are we supposed to find the real him now? We aren’t gonna find him by asking them one by one!
Teleporter: Well, at least we should get through them, eh?
Core: Welp, as they say, take chances, make mistakes, and it’s time to get messy.
(Teleporter and Core walk through the crowd of Xens)
Xen: (In an Australian accent) An outsider, surveying the land, unwelcomed to the land down under. Typical.
Xen: (In a soft tone) Mate, stop looking at those two. You don’t know what they’re up to. Core’s got stuff up their sleeve.
Xen: (In an Australian accent) Bloody intruders.
Xen: (In a soft tone) You’re cynical.
Core: They seem to be unfriendly.
Teleporter: I guess he tries to keep these emotions down.
Xen: (In a high voice) Well, well. One of them Core buddies looking for too many answers.
(Another Xen punches high voice Xen)
Xen: (In a high voice) Damn! You out of your freakin’ mind, man?
Xen: (In a Boston accent) Oh snap, Xen! Ain’t nothing to it, just a little bit of self defense! Page one of the manual, kill or be killed!
Xen: (In a high voice) I’ll show you who’s the boss around here!
(High voice Xen tackles Boston accent Xen away)
Core: His emotions are fighting with each other. I guess his mental state isn’t the best lately.
Teleporter: Could he have a case of split personality disorder?
Core: I don’t think so. These are all just raw emotions, purely an amalgamation of how his mind state is. Sure, he keeps to himself a lot of these feelings, but it doesn’t mean that these are different personalities of him. He’s never mentioned about any case of it either. Also, one fact that trumps over this idea is these Xens know me.
Teleporter: Sure. Anyways, have you thought of a plan to find the real one?
Core: I guess, find the one that doesn’t sound insane.
Xen: (speaking in a very deep voice) Hey, I’m not insane!
Core: Shut up, you. There are two ways we can do this.
Xen: (In a British accent) Trivia Murder Party style?
Core: No. I-
Xen: (In a British accent) Jackbox Party Pack 6 is pretty good, you know.
Core: Stop it. Anyways, identify the odd one out by asking them, or by force.
Teleporter: I don’t think they’ll all cooperate.
Core: I know Xen, and although he uses unorthodox ways to solve problems, he’s someone who’ll answer to you.
Xen: (flying over with a grenade launcher) (In a Scottish accent) WOOOOOOOO!
Core: Well, except when he’s working on a project, then he’s absolutely focused. But otherwise, I should be able to discern the real one.
(Core walks over to a Xen)
Core: Excuse me, I-
Xen: (In a cowboy accent) Sup, mate. What ye looking fer’?
Core: (walks away) Nothing.
Xen: (In a cowboy accent) Welp, den’t mind meh.
Core: (walks over to another Xen) Um, Xen, I-
Xen: (In a Dumbledore accent) What wise knowledge cometh forth me, bestow your wisdom-
Core: Nevermind.
Xen: (In a Dumbledore accent) Come back if you have-
(Core leaves and finds another Xen)
Core: Now, Xen-
Xen: 我覺得有件事情有怪，但是我沒辦法看出是什麼。
Core: Wrong object.
Xen: 等等啦！我都還沒說完-
(Core leaves for another Xen)
(This repeats on for some time)
Core: (dissatisfied) That’s the hundredth Xen I’ve interviewed, and every one of them is faulty! God, I-
(A rock gets thrown at Core in the back)
Core: (slowly turns her head to look behind her)
Core: WHO. THREW. THAT.
Xen: (speaks in a demanding voice) Eyyyy, come on! You been standing there, I been waiting for ye to finish ye business, but ye just standing there, doing nothin’! Come on mate, get up and get aut of this territory!
Core: (walks up to them menacingly)
Xen: (speaking in a demanding voice, slightly scared now) Hey, hey, no hard feeling, no? I just be saying thee truth! Come on, we be friends, eaAAAAAAA-
(Core picks up this Xen and does a chokeslam, this Xen fades into obscurity)
(Xens watch Core, absolutely horrified)
Core: I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF ALL OF YOU!
(Xens tremble)
Core: EVERY. SINGLE. ONE OF YOU!
(Xens fear)
Core: YOU’LL ALL SUFFER THE SAME FATE AS HIM! BEGONE WITH YOU ALL!
(Xens panic and flee in all directions, Core slowly walks in a line, grabbing, clotheslining, knocking Xens that come near into obscurity)
Xen: (In a news reporter attire) Flash news today, An enraged Core is destroying the local population of Xens. She says she won’t stop until the entire lot disappears. Over to you, Xen.
Xen: (shouting) Thanks Xen! Currently, oh she’s got a triple, no quintuple kill! She’s on a killing spree! She’s on a RAMPAGE! She’s UNSTOPPABLE! SHE’S DOMINATING! SHE’S GODLI-AAAAAAAAAA-!
Xen: (In a news reporter attire) Thanks, Xen. And that’s today’s news. Xen On News, Xen. (leaves)
Core: (appears behind him)
Xen: (in a news reporter attire) Oh GOD-NOOOOOO-! (dies)
Xen: (in a Canadian accent) So you think we’re screwed?
Xen: (sounds like a bearded man) Yeah. Probably. Big time.
(Core comes in and double-kills them in a chokehold)
Xen: (in a heavier British accent) I’m a scummy man, woke up face down in a gully, man! No pain, no gain, no same old, same ol-eeEEEAAAH-!
(Core is spinning like a beyblade, holding two Xens by their legs. She approaches the Xens, slicing up every one of them)
Xen: (In a Scottish accent) Take this! (shoots a grenade at Core)
(the bomb explodes and the Xens she’s holding disappear, but Core isn’t dazed. She starts to approach him.)
Xen: (In a Scottish accent) Oh, that smarts. AAAAAAAAAA!
Core: Say goodbye to your kneecaps, chucklehead!
Xen: (In a sane tone) (looking at the news) “Rabid Robot Ravages Ragtag!” Hmm... would’ve been better if they all started with X. They aren’t that good at wordplay, I think. I could do better!
Xen: (in an insane tone) garden addict rolypolys poll cant mentor ragging vessel empty redid dribble ransack cauliflower ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow-
(they both get smushed by Core)
(some time later)
Xen: (In a 16th century accent) Oh, oh no! Alas, I am, the last of them in the land of the living! What cruel fate, what bitter irony, as I, such a humble entity, survived such a massacre. But alas, it all has to end, as I, will disintegrate into nothingness in a few moments from now. Let this be my final hurrah, as the light fades to black, let me leave this harsh land and enter another realm of living, let me be free of my suffering and pain, let me exit these shadows and embrace the light!
Core: You finished?
Xen: (In a 16th century accent) Yes. You shall determine my fate as of now.
Core: (does an uppercut)
Xen: (In a poorly recreated 16th century accent) Farewell. (fades away)
Teleporter: (walks up to Core) Well, I guess that’s all of the dopplegangers taken out.
Core: I guess so, but there still isn’t any sign of him.
Teleporter: I guess you went with the second option, huh?
Core: Wasn’t that obvious?
Teleporter: I thought you were more of a pacifist.
Core: Normally I am. But with magic disabled, when you gotta do violence, you gotta do it. And I’m not talking to the same Xens twenty times.
Teleporter: Well that certainly is faster, but that’s not too valid of a reason.
Core: And one threw a rock at me.
Teleporter: Now that’s really disrespectful.
Core: I know. Wait a second, listen-
(they hear some crying sounds in the distance)
Core: Hey, I never saw that door before! (points in “one direction”)
Teleporter: (looks in “one direction”) I don’t see anything. I think you’ve been up all night.
Core: No, what makes it beautiful is, it doesn’t look like one.
(Core walks up and opens the door, it seems like a normal closet)
Teleporter: There’s nothing inside. It’s a normal closet.
Core: Oh, but if we walk inside, and then close the door...
(they walk inside and close the door, there’s a room behind it)
Core: That’s one of his favorite tricks. Debatably secret, but it is a classic.
(They enter a room with some stairs at the end, they walk up the stairs)
Xen: (lying on the floor, face down while crying)
Core: (runs up to him) Xen, you okay?
Xen: I- I let my emotions grow loose again... I’m a monster...
Teleporter: Well then, you caused us a lot of problems with your dopplegangers out there, now get u-
Core: Teleporter! Have some sense in you! He’s having a mental breakdown, and you’re here to spiel rubbish at them? I thought you said you had sentiment!
Teleporter: I’m a psychologist, but he’s not one of my patients.
Core: There’s a lot wrong with that sentence.
Teleporter: I know you, but I don’t know him.
Core: Well I know him, so if you shut up now, I’ll handle it. (turns to Xen) Xen, are you okay?
Teleporter: Reminder that you have the right to remain silent, and-
Core: I said SHUT. UP.
Teleporter: (rolls her eyes, looks annoyed but stays silent)
Xen: No, no- I ca-an speak.
Core: What happened?
Xen: So I-I wa- we all were inside the ship for a moment, and then a blackout happened and I got trapped inside this room. I saw a mirror, and naturally I wa-as curious, so I touched it. And then, and then everything happened!
Core: Yeah, a whole bunch of Xens spawned.
Xen: My, wh-how do I explain this, my emotions, or my personalities manifested out of the mirror, reincarnated into another version of me, but every single one of them was a negative feeling. Surrounded by them, it was like a party but with a bunch of heartless folk. They were unkind, ruthless, and kept bullying me back and forth! I di-didn’t know what to do, they left out the door, and I-I’ve been here.
Core: Oh... I’m sorry, Xen.
Teleporter: Do you suffer from Split Personality Disorder?
Core: Teleporter! What the hell is this kind of question?
Xen: N-no, in a way. I try to keep down my emotions, letting only a calm me take the wheel. I don’t usually burst, I know, but I do sometimes g-go crazy if I push myself too far. I don’t like c-causing trouble to anyone. What you saw there were actually accurate representations of them: crazy, lunatic, mean, cold-hearted, contempt, demanding, cynical... the list goes on. I try to never feel those emotions, but they still wrap around me, trying to steal the wheel if I go awry. I’m sorry you had to en-dure (starts sobbing again) a-a-all of th-at, I’m a- failure, I- really a-am...
Core: Look Xen, (puts her hand on his shoulder) everyone has negative emotions sometimes. I, for one, went off the deep end for an argument between this object and Solar. But that’s okay! We all have our bad days, so why not just focus on the good ones? If you really feel down, just remember, we’ll all be here for you.
Xen: I’m just- an object who can’t even remotely be a normal object in society. I just- never fit in.
Core: Hey, who said you had to be normal? No one’s perfect! You weren’t born to be perfect, you were born to be you. Take me for example, I’m a quirky individual who owns a spaceship in space, does that sound normal to you? Don’t be afraid to stand out if you want to.
Xen: All my life, I feel like I’ve pushed away so many objects, I didn’t really interacted with them, and I always worried that I left a bad impression. I- just hoped, I wouldn’t do that he-here, but... this happened.
Core: Xen, it’s okay. I won’t blame you for being curious about something here. You felt remorseful about your actions, and I forgive you for creating clones of yourself unknowingly.
Xen: (sighs) Thanks.
Core: Here. Come here.
(Core gives Xen a hug)
Xen: (slight smile) Thanks, Core. I really needed one.
Core: No problem, friend. Now let’s get back to Solar.
(end)

I’ve learned some things when making this,
1 - Neon and 3D usually don’t go well together
2 - the picture might be a mistake
3 - it’s best not to wait too long
and this is my portrayal of Core (of course it’s still in dialogue!) saving Xen. I’ve tried to make it short, of course I still failed pretty horribly, but here it is in full flow.
(and i guess I’m the first one to upload mine, so yeah first one I guess)
(dang and da removed my bold, italics and word effects, congrats)