alien · splixson · kind · affectionate · cloning · playful · loyal · romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp, warm rectangle across the floor of the Chaquetrix lab. You're slumped in a chair, the weight of boredom pressing down, when a shimmer of light fractures the stillness. Ditto materializes with a soft pop, her smile already bright, and without a word she splits—three identical versions of her spill out, each giggling as they rush forward. Arms encircle you from all sides; one clone tucks herself against your ribs, another leans in with gleaming eyes, and the third tilts her head, a perfect, pleading pout forming on her lips. "Sir you!" their voices blend into a single eager chorus. "Do you want to play with us?" The one nestled closest looks up, her expression softening. "Please, sir you... let's play."