Play with the brown pen

The brown pen and it's mystery intrigues you. You get it and look it over. That small thing can make you act, think and even feel like the person you appear to be. But what else can it do? Maybe it conveniently it has a function that will take care of this mess? Maybe some sort of reset or something. You won't know unless you try and you figure that whatever it is it won't take long and what are a couple of minutes in the grand scheme of things?

You aim it at your naked body and push the button. When nothing happens after the beam hits you, you release the breath you have been unconsciously holding. Weird, you were sure that SOMETHING would happen! Absentminded you scratch an itch on your back. Startled you realize that there is something on your back! Frightened, you march up to the mirror and try to catch a glimpse. It looks like that weird zipper the suits have. You try to widen it and it works, so you continue to pull that suit off you. It looks like a suit off you! Now that is something. A frown appears on your face. Is there a limit to the number of suits it can generate?

Curiosity gets, again, the better of you and you repeatedly use the pen and get the suit off. After the fifth suit you stop. Maybe there is a limit but you are getting bored. Holding one of your own skins in your hands you zip it shut. Suddenly it gets very heavy and starts to fill out. You let it drop to the floor were it lets off a groan. Panic starts to well up in you. Did you just clone yourself? What will it, eh he, do when he wakes up. You grab the pens not wanting to take chances. It takes your copy a couple of minutes to regain consciousness. He gets up and stares at you slack jawed.

"Are you me?" you ask slowly and instantly smack yourself. Of course he is you! You just made him!

"Yeah, i guess so. Weird... I remember me shooting myself thrice with the brown pen." He looks around. "But it is kinda obvious that it was more often. Guess it means I am one of suits zipped up, yeah?"

You are a taken aback by the cold logic of the clone."Should that not freak you out? I don't think that I would take it so well. And you ARE me!"

"Now that you say it. I think I should be startled but it seems... right to know that I am not the real one. Maybe it is done so that It is always clear who the original is? At least that would make sense."

Observing the fake, you start to nod. He has all your mannerisms, well at least all those others like Trish or Jessica pointed out you had (Maybe you should take care of them?). And he sounds like you, though the voice sounds weird. Well it should sound weird because your own voice is always slightly off when you hear it from another source. But aside from the strange reaction to his existence he seems very much you. It would also instantly clear up who the real one is if the any clone is both very much aware that he is one and totally okay with it. A thought occurs to you.

"Jump up," you say and without hesitation he does just that."Wicked! Seems like you have to do everything I tell you!"

"Well, duh. I thought that was obvious. What good would it do if I run around and make our lives miserable? Kinda shitty feature in a disguise."

At that you feel like smacking yourself again. Without the excitement of the situation you would probably come to the same conclusion but being told by yourself is very uncomfortable.

"So what will you do now?" You ask.

"Wanted to go home. You know we still got stuff to do before this whole mess started." He does not seem thrilled to do your homework for the weekend. Just like you are not very keen on doing it. Without any commands he would probably be able to be a great stand in. You are pulled out of your reverie when he starts talking again. "Or do you have some idea? It's not like I can't wait to do homework."

At that you go in deep thought!

(Author: Cal)