PI: A Face he never knew

"No! Don't! You'll die, please!" A desperate voice broke out of the young teen's throat, strained with pain as it shredded across old injuries that refused to heal. But it was too late. The girl before him was transforming, a grin of triumph across her face.
She never once believed Mac's story, of how incredibly messed up his real genetics really were. And now she would prove him wrong. Though she hadn't expected the look of pure horror to spread across his face, eyes flooded with fear. It was too late to stop the process now, but for once she too felt fear. Had the ditto been telling the truth after all?
She shut her eyes tight, expecting unfortold pain to wash over her as Mac's genetics replaced her own and she became what he was born to be, in his purest state.
Yet none came. A gentle breeze blew past them both, soft pink hair blowing into the pair's faces, Mac's white with shock. As Fiona opened her own to see what had happened, she too looked in awe at his face.

"W-what is it? What's happened?" she asked, anxiety in her voice. A voice that shocked the pair of them. It was so clear, so smooth and gentle, a perfect blend of genders. From voice alone no one would be able to chose one over the other. But that was not what startled Mac the most. He reached out, hesitantly, touching at Fiona's cheek, only to recoil again at it's softness.

"N-no... No. This isn't me... You're just messing with me..." he whispered, a little hysterical, tears forming in his eyes as he gave a nervous giggle. "H-haha... Nice try... It doesn't make me feel any better..." He turned away from her, staring at the floor. "J-just turn back, ok? It's not very funny..."

Fiona stared at him, thoroughly confused.
"Whaaa? What is it???" she felt at her face, trying to work out what had spooked him, before pulling out a mirror from her bag to inspect her new face.
Mac panicked then, and tried to grab at the mirror. "No don't!! Stop it!!" he practically begged, though Fiona pushed him away to get a good look, only to gasp out, her eyes widening in shock.

"H-holy.... Y-you're... Wooah."

"Shut up!" Mac could only sob, breaking down. You're lying... You're not me... I don't look like that..." he broke off into a weak whisper crouching down to the ground and holding his head, beginning to cry.

"Hey... Hey come on... Don't cry. I'm not playing a trick on you.. I promise! I can't even fake it like you can..." she tried to reassure him gently, crouching before him and slowly taking his head, leading him to look at his own, untouched face. "Look." she encouraged, stroking his cheek. You're not a monster after all." she kindly smiled at him, completing the look.
He was beautiful. Not like that of a model or some kind of superstar. But a soft, gentle face of a boy (or possibly a girl) who knew nothing of pain, of sorrow. Of horrible torment and sickness. No, the face before him was so plain, yet in it's own sense that made it so special. It was so familiar, so comforting... It was his own face, behind his mask... A face he had forgotten he had even had.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, to the face before him, starting to cry again as Fiona grew confused once again. "I'm so so sorry!!"

All Fiona could do was hold Mac close as he suddenly broke into a sobbing, hysterical mess against her, unable to hold back his own emotions as it all came back to him.
"I'm sorry too, Mac... But I'm glad I helped you to remember who you really are..."

".... T-thank you..." Mac croaked after a while, hoarse from his bawling. "But... Please. Could you... Keep this a secret..? I need... I need some time to think..." he sniffled a little, looking to her transforming face as she returned to herself.

"Oh. Uh... Sure." she did t quite understand, but she would promise anyway, helping him up and giving him some tissues from her bag. "Let's just go and get you something to drink, okay?" she offered, with a small, uneasy smile. "But you'll have to show me the way. I still don't know my way around!"

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DELAYED EVENT THING?
Idk i wanted to write a story instead.
But obviously it's a bit late, so "Fiona" the Shiney ditto (who is the the other Mac here) can't be a real student. But that's okay.
I just used her for a plot device yaaaaay.