Billy looked from the real Peter to the false one, confused beyond measure. The construct twisted itself around, one hand reaching up to block the intruder from Billy. The mask's eyes stared blankly at their owner.

Billy seemed about to cry out before something seemed to click into place in his brain, once again forcing him to accept this new order of things.

"What game are you playing at now?" he asked, laughing even harder. "What is that, a puppet? A hologram? I adore you, Doll, but two of you is a bit much."