There's more than one...

5 months. You were gone for 5 months. And from what it seems, you weren't just absent. You were replaced. Impersonated by whoever wielded this pen for almost half a year, with nobody noticing.

You fell back on your bed in defeat. It made you want to give up. Did nobody care about you? How could no one have noticed that some imposter took over your life?

You didn't even know how to react; You just laid on your bed in sorrow. That is, until someone opened your door. The sound made you immediately jump, as your mind went into Fight or Flight mode. You acted with pure instinct, grabbing the black pen next to you and aiming it at the person before you. The stranger's eyes widened, moments before he fell deflated to the ground.

You quickly rush to the body in panic and close the door behind you. Making sure it was locked, you lift up the deflated face, only to fall into a whole other sense of confusion. This face... you didn't recognize it. It wasn't the face of the man who zapped you back in December. It may have been 5 months, but being **** for that long, it felt like it was just a day, and your memory was still very clear.

You panic. Does that mean that there's more than one imposter? You quickly pick up the skin and tug it under your bed. Taking deep breaths, you dress in some new clothes the imposter has bought for you in your absence, and make your way outside of your room.

Your house was surprisingly unchanged for nearly half a year of absence. Only a few changes, like a picture or two being added on the wall, or a drawer moving. You peaked into both your sister's rooms, and they were both absent. For a moment you were afraid they had been made into skinsuits too, but your nerves calm when you hear the familiar bitchy tone of your older sister Tina. "Moooom, when will dinner be ready?"

You sigh and slowly make your way downstairs, almost tearing up at the sight of your family. Your sister was in the living room couch on her phone, and your other sister was next to her watching TV. Meanwhile at the kitchen stood your mom, and who you recognized to be her friend, Heidi. "In a moment sweety. I'm with my friend, and you will have to wait patiently."

You make your way to the bottom of the stairs and look around in shock. Everything looked so... mundane.

"Oh hey David. Sleep well?" Your mother asks you sweetly. "Y...yeah..."

She is about to keep conversing with you, when Heidi suddenly chimes in. "Oh gosh! Look at the time!" She says. "I'm sorry Marie, I have to go pick my kid from practice."

Your mom smiles sweetly. "It's alright Heidi. I'll see you next week at practice?"

"You bet." Heidi giggles, and with that she leaves. You expected your mom to go back to making dinner, but to your surprise, she groans loudly.

"God, I fucking hate that woman!"

You stare at your mom in confusion, only for that confusion to suddenly turn into a look of terror, for when you turn your look back to your mom, her head is replaced by that of an unfamiliar middle aged man. She has been replaced too!

"Hah!" Tina chuckles in a very unfeminine fashion. "So why do you remain her friend? Just dump her ass!"

"I can't you fucking moron!" Your mom's imposter replies, his thin white face looking incredibly odd over your mom's womanly body. "She works at town hall! Boss want me to get to know her so I can replace her."

"So why don't you just do so Sam?" Claire asks, her voice dawning a very unfitting African American accent. "Zap her ass and get done with it."

"I wish." Your mom's imposter, appearntly named Sam, replies. "Boss doesn't allow it. If I replace her, someone will need to replace the mom. And he still doesn't trust the new recruits enough." Sam says, redawning your mom's face.

"Who cares?" You older sister's imposter replies. "He should thank you for Infiltrating town hall sooner. There's much intel that can be gained from that."

"Oh trust me, I think the same thing." Sam replies. "But I'm already risking my ass by letting you retards break character and swap skins. Boss has this stupid policy that we should all act exactly as the bodies assigned to us, and never switch without his permission. Sometimes he doesn't even break character in meetings, it's exhausting to be real with ya."

"Hear that."

"Anyway, I think I need a break from being a Milf for a while. I have a meeting with Boss at 20:00. Anyone wanna switch up with me for a few hours until then?" Your mom asks, pulling from her pocket a familiar looking pen, which you recognize as similar to the tool which made you into a deflated suit; the only difference being it being brown instead of black.

"Will? Marcus?" She asks looking at Tina and Claire, who both ignore her.

"Eh, fuck you guys." Suddenly, her look turns to you. "How about you Mikey? You've been awfully quiet."