Mrs. Hunt?!

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Mrs. Hunt stares at you. "I had to come clean sooner or later, hon." She said, her daughter's empty face hanging limply around her neck.

"Just-Just turn Jessica back! However you did it, just undo it!" You said, unable to fully process recent events.

Mrs. Hunt grimaced at that. "I don't think you want that..." She said, looking exceptionally guilty. "She doesn't even know that you're dating her."

"WHAT?!" You shout, unable to believe the words Jessica's mother just said so casually. "We've been dating for a YEAR AND A HALF!"

"No..." Mrs. Hunt said, biting her bottom lip. "You and I have been dating for a year and a half." Seeing your expression, Mrs. Hunt rubbed your wrist. With Jessica's hand. "I-I was a bit overprotective back then. And then... I got carried away!"

"What are you saying?!" You ask, wrenching your hand away.

"Remember the group date at the theater?" Mrs. Hunt asked, averting her gaze. "I didn't want Jessica to be... You know how teenage boys can be. But you, you were so... So..."

"Oh god. It's always been you. Hasn't it?" You ask, already knowing the truth in the pit of your stomach.

Mrs. Hunt nodded without saying a word. Quietly, she got onto the floor and dug out a small wooden box. Placing it on your lap, she instructed you to open it.

Opening it, you saw two pens. One black and one brown, both covered in inscriptions. "The black one deflates someone. That's how I... Assumed Jessica's life. It can bring them back too. The brown one is more complicated."

"How exactly?" You ask, tempted to use them on Mrs. Hunt right here and now.

"It copies things, people, anything really. The Mrs. Hunt that you thought you knew? That's my copy." Mrs. Hunt explained.

"Whatever." You grunt, throwing the box onto the floor. "I don't want ANYTHING to do with you, or those, or... Just bring Jessica back!" You shout, still in disbelief.

Silently, Mrs. Hunt pulls the head of Jessica back over hers. She looks up at you, giving you "Jessica's" look of "I'm sorry babe, please forgive me" as you stand there. "I-I... I am Jessica now David! I'm sorry for lying all this time! Please!"

To be fair, you did promise that you weren't going to get mad or afraid. But, was this too far? A 40-something woman taking over her daughter's life for almost two years? Just to be your girlfriend? She lied and manipulated you for her own pleasure, but... You still had feelings for "this" Jessica deep down...