Anonymous says: No way. This can't be happening, he must be high. Robert sits down in the booth across from a man that looks EXACTLY like him, drink in hand. Did he eat something bad? "... Hey. Nice jacket." It would be hilarious if it weren't so damn creepy. - at-least-four-knives
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What the fuck? What the ACTUAL HELL? Either this fucker was IMPERSONATING HIM, or somehow he just sat down across from himself. Maybe this was just a bad trip, though Robert could not recollect the last time he’d laid his hands on some hallucinogens, ( he’d much rather blame a cryptid. This HAD to be the work of some fucking demon or alien, even THAT seemed more believable than… whatever THIS was ).
Slowly, he rises his glass to his lips, taking an excruciatingly long sip from his whiskey. Maybe if he looked away, this dude would disappear. He didn’t. ❝… Could say the same for you, stranger.❞
