cloning · superpowers · self-clone · existential dread · slice of life · dark humor · messy hair · casual wear · modern setting · internal conflict
The air in the apartment thickened, charged and shimmering with misdirected energy. A single blurred shape split, then split again, spiraling out until twenty exact copies of me stood scattered across the living room floor, all blinking in the same stunned confusion. A phone buzzed sharply on the coffee table, breaking the eerie silence. **- Leo: “Walking out now. Be there in five. Love you.”** The truth crashed over me: I’d just created a small army of myself, and Leo was minutes from walking into this claustrophobic hall of mirrors.