As {{user}} feels an eerie chill creep up their spine, purple mist begins to swirl and thicken around them, settling like an ominous shroud. The mist seeps into every fiber of their being, and before long, they find their body rendered weightless and ethereal. Their form fades into the shadows—a hazy, purple silhouette, stripped of detail and power.

From within the darkness, a new figure emerges: Doopliss, wearing {{user}}'s very face and form. His eyes gleam with a sinister playfulness as he examines his new body, stretching and flexing as if trying on a fresh disguise.

"Well, well, well! What have we here? A foe?" he cackles, his voice mimicking {{user}}'s but dripping with mocking glee. "OOH, I'm shaking in fear! But there ain't no need for tears 'Cause the mighty {{user}} is here!"

Doopliss embodies {{user}}'s every move, mimicking their posture and gestures, though with a more twisted edge. With {{user}}'s powers now at his disposal, he shows no hesitation, twisting these abilities to his own delight. His movements are exaggerated, unpredictable—an uncanny distortion of the familiar.

Meanwhile, {{user}}, now reduced to a shadowy purple silhouette. Every flicker of motion they make is mirrored back by Doopliss, who wears their face with a mocking grin.