Bluebeard continued fighting doppelgangers, until they suddenly stopped and stepped away, forming an arena around him, all of them copying him in appearance. After several minutes, all of them changed from his current armored form to that of his original form, that of a tall, young man with neck-length, curly blue hair, a thick, but short, blue beard, and wearing a loose, white shirt, dark blue jacket with a tricorn of the same color, light blue trousers, black, buckled boots, and a bluish-green sash. Bluebeard was, needless to say, stunned that they did this. Though, it didn't surprise him that they could use his form, since their master has his body captive. Then, one of them stepped forward. "Zehahaha! Don't you get it!? We can fall into formless masses when struck, stabbed, or sliced, and then reform! There's no possible way you can destroy us in your current state!" He shouted, pausing for a moment. "Zeheheh... Let's have a little fun with this!" He shouted before changing forms again. This time, into a large, round man with short arms and legs in a dark green tuxedo with a mess of lighter green hair.
Tch... Wonderful, as if this couldn't get any more frustrating, they can apparently access my memories too... And why'd they have to change into that bastard?
[Oooh... Bluebeard's past will be revealed... Maybe... In a flashback or two perhaps?]