[There's a sound of rotors as the new person turns to look at Cambot. GLaDOS's eye widens, then she pulls back a bit and looks around. She turns back to Cambot slowly.]

Oh good. I was just thinking that I hadn't woken up in a strange place with no memory of how I got there enough recently. Do you suppose you could tell me where I am right now?

[Cambot was just minding its own business, before Wheatley comes whizzing up on his rail, voice pitchy.] YOU! You! Okay, I need you to--to message everyone, that's what you do, everyone's watching this, right? Right now? Okay!

Look, everyone, there's--someone just showed up on this ship, and--just, don't listen to her, okay? Don't listen to a word, she's--she's a liar, and she'll say things about, about things, but they're all lies, every one of them, so just--you know what? Just don't go near her at all. Bad news. Completely terrible idea to be anywhere near her, so, just--don't be closeby. Not sure if proximity makes a difference, but better safe than sorry. You know what would be great to invest in? Gas masks. Fantastic, dunno if they've got them on here, but look into it, is all I'm saying. And--

[He cuts off abruptly, looking off down the rail.]

Oh, for god's sake, are they bringing the whole facility up here, or what?!

[Cambot looks over and, lo and behold, what appears to be a perfect duplicate of Wheatley sits further down the rail, save for a grey-tinted eye. Wheatley does not seem to be surprised, just aggravated.]

Listen mate, don't know which you are, but please just bugger off right now, I'm not in the mood for-- [He stops as the copy shifts, eye contracting.] Wh--hold on a minute... no. No, stop it. Cut it out, I'm being serious here! [Wheatley backs away along the rail] That's not tr-- shut up, will you? St--stop it! Shut up, shutupshutupshutup--

[And Wheatley speeds away down the rail. Cambot remains still and baffled, and the grey-eyed Wheatley casually skims after its copy down the rail. It shoots Cambot the equivalent of a smile before vanishing around the corner that the original went down.]

[From within Maes's room there is a loud shout followed by the sounds of a struggle. Cambot whizzes down the hall, keen to find out what's going on. Just before he enters he hears someone, Maes, shout]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU BASTARD!

[Well that doesn't sound much like Maes. The door opens for Cambot and he flies in, only to find Maes has...himself pinned down? Well, it looks SORT of like Maes. Except he is completely black and grey. The colorful version of Maes sits on top of him, having pinned him to the ground and has a knife at his throat. Cambot seems alarmed by this and Maes doesn't seem to be aware of the camera's presence, too focused on this shadowy version of himself]

I don't know who you are or why you're trying to look like me, monster, but I'll make sure I kill you this time for what you took from me.

[The shadowy figure whispers something that Cambot can't seem to pick up, but judging by the way Maes's face pales it seems to do the trick]

No...no you're not ME. That's insane. You're that shape shifting monster that---

[The shadowy figure's lips move again and it sneers. Maes decides he's had enough and punches it in the face, knocking it unconscious. At least he didn't kill it, but that's mostly because he wants to know what the hell is going on. He looks up to see Cambot lurking in the doorway and Maes pales a little. How much had Cambot seen? He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, getting off of the shadowy figure]

Sorry, you had to see that. I think this is the monster that tried to---[he trails off as he starts to realize that the coloring is all wrong on his doppleganger.] Wait a minute, the shape shifter from before...he got Lt. Ross's mole wrong but he wasn't THIS far off. Why would he take my shape anyway? It wouldn't do any good to appear as me. For that matter how would he have even known I was here if he had just arrived himself?

[Maes stoops down to study the figure, his frown is prominent.]

Does that mean he really is me?

Crow is currently hanging around Deck Two, a sandwich in one hand and a tattoo magazine in the other. Cambot watches him as an all-black and gray Crow slowly sneaks up behind him, and seems to whisper something.]

Haha, that's a cute one...

[At first, Crow is too engrossed in the magazine. Then, he notices the spectre, and glances over at it.]

Oh, hello! I'll be with you in a minute, just--

[And then he does a double take, and realizes what this thing actually is.]

OH NO! NOT TIMMY! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[And with that, Crow drops the sandwich and runs off to his room as fast as his skinny little robot legs can carry him. Cambot follows him up until the he runs into his room and slams the door behind him. Crow's dark spectre follows him slowly, until ducking down just out of the camera's view...]

[A figure stands in the gym. It looks like Terra but for the grey hair, grey skin, and black clothes and eyes. This figure also carries himself differently. He stands arrogantly and it sounds as though he is whispering something. But to who?

Cambot pans out to show that Terra is standing opposite his doppleganger. It looks like he had worked up a sweat doing his usual workout routine with a wooden keyblade, but now he is staring in shock and a mix of horror at this figure before him. Terra takes a step back.]

No. No that's not true! How can you even say that? They're my friends.

[An unheard voice continues to talk, or at least, that's what we can assume given that the Darker Terra's mouth moves and the Real Terra continues to grow pale. His fist tightens on the wooden practice sword]

Don't talk about him like that.

[The voice continues, Dark Terra sneering. Terra snaps]

SHUT UP! [Terra lunges forward, obviously not taking the provocation well. He seems shocked, however, when the wooden sword does not pass through the Dark Terra, but is blocked, yanked out of his hands and tossed to the side. It clatters, several feet away, and Terra gasps] But...but how? You're just a shadow--the Darkness---

[Dark Terra laughs and Real Terra is visibly shaken by whatever it is he hears Dark Terra saying]

N-no. I will never be like you! LEAVE ME ALONE!

[Dark Terra leans in and continues to whisper things to Terra. Terra's face grows increasing distraught and upset. After a few minutes he can take no more and yanks himself away from the figure. Dark Terra merely smirks, clearly amused, before striding after Terra, intent on continuing whatever he was doing to upset Terra.

The Dark Figure comes to a stop as his feet kick against the keyblade from before. He grins, leans down, and picks it up. He seems to be pleased with this new prize, taps it a few times as if testing it, before continuing on his way.]

[Cammy isn't following Pinkie today. He's hovering in front of a grey pony who, except for her coloring and the silky-straightness of her black mane, looks eerily similar to his usual mistress. The little bot beeps and darts from side-to-side, but Pinkamena shoves roughly past him and gallops off down the hallway. Cammy follows after with an indignant squeal, catching sight of a bright pink tail disappearing around a corner ahead of the pair.]

[When Pinkamena and Cammy reach the door of Pinkie's bedroom, it is shut tight. The dark pony snorts once and turns about, bucking it open with surprising force. Peering over her shoulder, Cammy catches sight of Pinkie's brief flinch at the sound, before she plasters a bright smile over her face.] SURPRIIIIISE!

[This doesn't look like Pinkie's usual parties. It was clearly hastily thrown together, with just a few random balloons tied to the end of her bed and a tray of cookies that looks like it's left over from the holiday party. Pinkie shrinks back a little when her doppelganger doesn't react.] I'm sorry it's kinda small, but I got it together really really fast, because other ponies hardly EVER come to the Satellite and I was so excited and normally I just give everypony cupcakes but you don't seem very happy so I thought maybe I'd throw you a party instead, because I mean who doesn't -

[Cammy darts around from behind Pinkamena just in time to catch the doppelganger's lips moving, though he doesn't pick up any audio. Whatever she said, Pinkie visibly wilts.] That's not very nice...

[Pinkamena is still silent, but pointing and laughing isn't really the kind of thing that needs words.]

[Cambot catches Ammy running through the recreation deck like there's a demon behind her...and as far as she's concerned, there is. An all-black wolf catches up with her on-screen, and she whirls around to face it, crouching low.]

[This is...definitely a side of Amaterasu that people likely haven't seen before. She circles the black wolf, snarling and growling at it, before lunging for its throat. It jumps out of the way, so Ammy jumps after it, and then proceeds to flip in the air and kick it kung fu-style in the head. While it's still reeling, she lands it a few more kicks (and is that a punch, too?) before finally grabbing it by the scruff of the neck, flipping high into the air and then pile-driving it into the ground.]

[The dark spectre finally lets out an unnatural screech, and then vanishes into black smoke. Ammy lands, and snarls where the black wolf last was. She's definitely dealt with this sort of thing before.]

[It's fairly late in the day when the feed starts. Cambot seems to be hiding in a corner on the weapons deck. The sound of clanging metal and a high, child-like voice crying out at certain intervals fills the air.

Cambot peeks over his hiding spot to see Link engaged in a swordfight with his doppelganger. Oddly enough, it seems as though he's dealt with something like this before.

The shadow version of the boy says something, and Link grits his teeth angrily and replies:]

Y-yeah, well, you used to be taller, too!

[And he lunges at the doppelganger, trying to find an opening to finish the thing off. They trade blows, swords clanging off of shields. All the while, Link is trying to back the thing into a corner, while the doppelganger flings unheard insults at him

When he's finally able to corner the shadow, he leaps at it, bringing his sword down to cleave it in two. It disappears almost instantly.

I liked you better when you couldn't talk...

[90s Kid is not looking so hardcore today, not even looking at the camera as he argues with the shadowy figure across from him.]

No YOU don't know what you're talking about, man! The Sega Genesis will NEVER die! It's the best game console ever made in EVERNESS!

...what? Yeah I know they never made Doom for it BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

[...] Hey, don't you bring Youngblood into this, man! That was Liefeld's best work and you know it! It does SO need to get back in print!

[......] MY HAIR IS NOT LAME!

[Cambot tunes in to Roxas poking around the weapons deck. He doesn't seem to be aware that anything is wrong yet as he noses around. After a while, he picks up a katana.]

Hmm.

[He swings it experimentally, testing the weight and balance of it. Seeming pleased with it, he goes through a few little routines with it. Anyone who has had occasion to see Sora fight might notice that Roxas's style, at least with one weapon, is very similar. After a moment, Roxas eyes the rack he took the sword from, as if considering picking up a second to experiment a little further. As he's reaching to do just that, he freezes, obviously startled. As he turns around Cambot pans out to show just what had startled him. Surprise, surprise. It's a dark doppelganger of Roxas. It makes no sound and Cambot is panned out too far to see its mouth moving, but it's clearly saying something, to judge by Roxas's response. He's clearly angry, but trying not to to take the bait.]

Tell me something I don't know.

[Cambot moves just a little closer, giving a clearer view of the doppelganger's face. It says something else, which clearly angers Roxas. In fact, it's enough to provoke him to attack, dashing in close and striking at the copy with an upward diagonal slash. The copy just laughs and dodges the strike. When he pursues it, it dodges a few more strikes before finally retaliating, parrying the last attack and then dancing around him to strike at his right side. It's a solid hit and Roxas's retaliating strike here isn't so much a serious attempt at getting a solid hit as it is getting the enemy away from him. For a moment, it seems the doppelganger might strike again, but then it just smirks and leaves. Roxas seems to be a bit too preoccupied with the wound in his side to catch whatever the doppelganger seems to be saying in parting.]

Damn...

[Cambot pans a little closer to Roxas, giving whoever might be watching a good look at the growing bloodstain on his white jacket. He presses his free hand to the wound; his other hand is still gripping the sword tightly. He finally notices Cambot when he turns to leave the weapons deck himself to seek out some medical attention. He sighs and is obviously addressing Cambot when he speaks again.]

You got all that, didn't you?

[The scene dips in a way that indicates Cambot nodding in response. Roxas sighs and shakes head before setting off for... wherever. Of all the things he asked about when Xion showed him around, he didn't think to ask about something as important as medical care, if such even existed on the satellite.]

[See Falco]

[See Falco staring down black Pallet Swap Falco (more or less 8|a)]

[See Falco not actually giving a fuck as black Pallet Swap Falco apparently talks smack to him since lol only Falco can hear him. Falco taps his beak before replying to this smack talking.]

...but Slippy is a fat, useless, no talent assclown.

[evil spooky Falco pauses. Well this strategy apparently wasn't working for it. Observe as Falco glances sideways at cambot, unable to bring himself to give half a fuck.]

Is this somebody's idea of a stupid joke?