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A slender female figure in a white bodysuit, with patches of red fabric running down her chest and between her thighs was clinging to the side of a nearby building, watching you carefully. She wore black gloves and boots, and had a thin membrane of webbing lining the pits of her suit. But the most shocking features of the ensemble were the large, white lenses of her mask, and the high collar that hid her mouth from view.
You met eyes, neither of you willing to budge an inch. Despite the fact that this person was one of the ones that called you here, you got the distinct impression that they didn’t trust you. You took a strange comfort in knowing that the feeling was mutual.
Before either of you could do or say anything, you heard a strikingly familiar voice approaching you.
<span class="mu-b">“You came alone. Good.”</span> said a man wearing a dark blue and black hoodie, black sweatpants, and a mask that was almost identical to yours.
He was also similar to you in height and build. Your newfound spider-themed insecurities seemed to be almost entirely unfounded.
<span class="mu-b">“That makes this easier.”</span> he continued. <span class="mu-b">“Got the sample we asked for?”</span>
You carefully pulled out a ziplock with a tuft of hair lying at the bottom of the bag and waved it in front of him.
<span class="mu-r">“Got it right here.”</span> you said, trying to keep both him and his companion within line of sight. <span class="mu-r">“How exactly do you plan to make use of this?”</span>
The others remained silent for a long while, before the man in the hoodie reached up and yanked off his mask. The sudden movement and decision would’ve been shocking if it weren’t for the sheer amount of confusion that struck you upon gazing at the man’s face. It was your own.
He flashed you a smug grin. The very same one that you sported when you made a rather disarming comment to someone else.
<span class="mu-b">“How much do you know about the cloning process?”</span> he asked. Or…<span class="mu-i">you</span> asked?
You opened your mouth, and closed it again when you realized how dry it had become.
Your doppelganger looked to the other person expectantly, but she didn’t budge in the slightest. She still seemed to be glaring at you.
<span class="mu-b">“Oh, come on. You promised that you’d do it too.”</span> the other you complained.
<span class="mu-s">“No, I didn’t.”</span> she mumbled.
The other “you” gave the current “you” an apologetic nod. “Sorry about that. It’s nothing personal. She doesn’t trust a lot of people other than me. And even that’s not an entirely constant thing.” he said casually.
You had so many questions. Which will you ask?
>”How’d this happen!? How long have you been…well, you?”
>”You’ll excuse me if I’m not entirely accommodating, but I’ve had bad experiences with guys that use other people’s faces.”
>”How long have you been watching me?”
>”Are there more of you, or are you two the only other ones?”
>”Do you...have a name?"
>Write-in.
