Phantom Hollow You don't have any friends! Nobody likes you!

Judas stared intently at his puddle. Waiting for it to reply. He waited, and waited. And this time, it didn't...Until he started to turn away."You gonna just walk off, like the coward you are?" This voice was in his head. And forced a snarl up from deep in his throat. 

"You know, I really wish you were out here as yourself. So I could kill you myself!" He whirled around, teeth bared at what he believed to be the other him standing. Truly he was mad, seeing himself stand before him. And not at all did he know of the other outside. In his mind and sight, he saw a villain. Not empty air. "Go on. Make my day" the not-so-real Judas remarked in mockery.