I'm staring in disbelief in the mirror next to this kid who just might be my doppelgänger.

The very fact that they looked like me caught me off guard from the start. It made my killing techniques all sloppy and uncoordinated and I ended up getting shot twice which goes against whats even supposed to happen to me as a proxy.

The very fact that I'm here conversing with my victim now is a big no-no.

"Hey. I'm adopted, so if by any chance you're my twin or something..."

"...I'm n-not your twin. I only had one sibling."

My victim turned and looked at me with a small grin, "Had? Whatever happened to them? Maybe I'm the—"

"You're not her. You're not my sister, she's dead."

The victim's grin quickly fades and they slowly gaze back at the mirror. "Oh."

The two of us stare at our reflections in the mirror for a while, saying nothing. After a bit, the victim speaks up again, "Hey, who are you and why're you breaking into my house? What do you want?"

"My n-names T-Ticci Toby and I came here to kill you."

"Oh. That's nice."

I looked at the victim and smiled very slightly. Besides the fact that they looked like me, I happened to like their attitude. "Who are you, my doppelgänger th-that I've been bestowed the honor of k-killing this night?"

The victim turned to me and took a dramatic bow. "The names (L/N). (Y/N) (L/N). It's an honor to be killed by you, my stranger twin this night."

I laugh a bit and shove them lightly in the shoulder, "This is awesome. N-Nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) smiled a pointed at my shoulder and leg where they shot me. "You ought to hurry up and kill me so you can find a way to take care of those."

"Yeah, I probably sh-should huh?"

"Yeah...unless before you do you wanna try something funny real quick?"

I tilted my head at them as their mouth forms a wide, mischievous smirk.

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(Y/N) and I stood facing each other in their room, large grins planted on both our faces.

We were now both wearing the same dark gray sweater and dark blue jeans with worn brown work boots. Clothes from (Y/N)'s closet. The scar on the side of my face was covered up so the two of us could look even more similar.

"Are you ready to take a look?" (Y/N) asked me. I nod and then on the count of three, the two of us turned at the same time to face the mirror that was in their bedroom.

"No way. Dude, we're actually the same person," (Y/N) laughed, smiling widely at our reflection. "Seriously!" I agreed, looking between the both of us and back at our reflection.

I was having way too much fun with this and I shouldn't be...

"Hold on one second," (Y/N) said, quickly dashing out of the room. I watched as they returned with my two hatchets in hand, swinging them around clumsily.

"Let's try posing together with these murder weapon thingies—"

"Hey wait, put those down—"

"Chill out, it's not like I'm gonna end up accidentally chopping one of our heads off."

"...I feel like th-ats exactly what you're going to do."

(Y/N) grinned and stood beside me, holding out one of the hatchets. They looked like they were struggling to hold the weapon; couldn't blame them since they weren't easy to wield, especially when you're not trained to handle them.

I reached to grab one and scoffed, "Look at you. You look like your a-arms are gonna sna—"

My sentence was abruptly cut by the sound of the window in (Y/N)'s room suddenly being smashed open and glass flew in all over the carpet. Both me and (Y/N) freeze as we see a figure stepping through the broken frame and landing on the carpet, ignoring the glass below.

"Toby!? What's taking you so long!?" Jane's voice echoed through the room, and I scratch my cheek nervously as she stands and starts walking over to the two of us, seeming mad.

"Sorry Jane, I didn't mean t—"

"No time. We need to get out of here, Toby!"

I'm caught off guard when she pushes past me roughly to the ground and walks straight to (Y/N) who still had my hatchets in hand, grabbing them by their arm. (Y/N)'s expression was filled with utter confusion and Jane grabbed them and quickly pulled them towards the window, shoving them hastily out then exiting behind them.

"Jane what are you d-doing!?? You've got the wrong person!!" I shouted, pulling myself up and getting ready to follow after them. Just as I was pulling myself up to the window, I heard the door in (Y/N)'s room slam open and I quickly turned, seeing two men barging in with eyes widened.

"(Y/N)!? What the hell happened here?"

"Someone broke in Ryan, look at the window..."

"Who did it (Y/N)? I'll get my gun. Tell me who the fuck hurt you!"

I watch as two men come up to me and drown me with questions of worry and and anger. The man with long brown hair notices the blood from my wounds seeping out through (Y/N)'s sweater I was wearing and sees the exposed scar on my face and he begins panicking. The other man with dark red hair takes out a phone and starts calling 9-1-1, yelling at the operator on the other side.

I was so shaken and in shock of being surrounded by normal people again that I froze up and couldn't utter a word.

'Oh Zalgo please help me...what the fuck just happened...?'