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It is… chaos.
I hold my wand tightly in my tire as I stare at the beings in front of me. All of them are claiming to be… Crusher.
All of them looking like Crusher
All of them sounding like Crusher.
And all of them acting like Crusher.
"Pickle!" One cries out to me. "I'm the real Crusher!"
"No, me!" Another cries. "I'm the real Crusher!"
"I'm the real one!" A third whines.
"QUIET!" I cry out, unsure as I begin to shake. "I… I don't know who's telling the truth or not…"
"Come on, Pickle, it's obvious it's me," another one huffs.
"Stop being a baby and choose me!" a fifth let out a whine.
I sigh. They truly do act like Crusher…
"Okay, okay!" I sigh. "I, uh, need to run a test to make sure you're all who you're saying you are!"
"Ugh, a test?!" the third groans.
"No test! It sucks!" another one protests.
The other Crushers join in to whine and yell, upset with me. I growl and place a barrier around me with my wand.
"Just do as I tell you, kay?" I roll my eyes. "All I need you all is to answer my questions,"
"We're ready!!" they all cry out loud.
"Okay," I nod. "So, what is my age?"
"23," they all say.
"What's my favourite food?"
"Pickles,"
"My favourite sister?"
"Gherkin,"
I hum. Oh man, they're good. Really good.
How will I figure out who the real Crusher is?
I look around to find something to help me. My eyes light up as I reach out for the truck.
"Hey, Crushers!" I call their attention. "Guess who's this?~" I show the silver truck painted in some blue and black.
"LITTLE TRUCKY!"
One scream echoes among the group, and a Crusher jumps forward, hugging Little Trucky and kissing them before curling up to them.
I smile and turn back to the other copies with a glare. They try to backup but I hold out my wand to stop them.
"This time, you'll stay hidden."
Permanently.