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The thought of leaving Megapolis for a quieter life in the countryside was growing more and more appealing by the day. The constant threat of total destruction, the leveling of different buildings, and the demons that loomed around every corner. At this point keeping you there was your job, friends, and of course your lovable boyfriend. The same boyfriend who hadn't answered your calls for the past three hours.
He’d promised to come over to make these brownies you wanted to try out; an apology for missing out on dates because of baddies starting stuff. You had called him five times at this point and he still hadn’t picked up. The milk you’d set out was lukewarm and you could feel the condensation on it. The oven made a quiet beeping noise, signaling that it had finished preheating.
You sighed and laid your head on the counter in defeat. He probably had some demon to fight, or maybe he was kept up at work. You grabbed the jug and opened the door to the fridge before you heard a familiar voice behind you.
“Sorry, I’m late!”
It was MK.
He was wearing his signature orange jacket, but it was a little wrinkled. He looked disheveled like he had just gotten back from a fight. The window behind him was open, which explained why you didn't see him come in.
“Did something happen?” You asked, walking up to him. You wiped a little bit of dirt off his face. “You look like you just got attacked by a dog.”
“It wasn't a dog exactly.” He said, followed by an awkward laugh.
“MK what do you mean by that?” You moved your hand away. “What did you do?”
He was about to explain what happened, before you felt two arms wrap around, pulling you backward. You felt a head rest against your shoulder, and you looked to see an exact copy of your boyfriend. Well, “exact” would be stretching it. His hair was more messy, he had pink sunglasses, headphones around his neck, a cheetah-print jacket, and his normal orange one was taken off. It was like some bizarro version of MK.
“Wow OG, they look just as pretty as I remember.” The clone said, grabbing your face and turning it in his direction. “Maybe they’ll be down to party, unlike you.” He tried pulling you into a kiss, only for a second pair of hands to pull you away.
“He’s right, they look absolutely perfect!” It was another MK, covered head to toe in paint stains and with a crazed look in his eye. “They’re better than any masterpiece I could hope to create! You wouldn't mind if I painted you, would you?”
The party clone snatched you back and held you to his chest. He pointed accusingly at the other.
“Hey, I had them with me first, Picasso!” He shouted, only for the art clone to snatch you back.
“What sick person would refrain someone from gazing upon pure perfection!”
The two clones started pulling you back and forth, both trying to spend some time with you. The original was trying to get them to break up the fight before the three of them started piling on each other. Then you were pulled by a fourth version of your boyfriend, away from the cartoon fight cloud they’d created.
“Oh, I have no idea why he didn't let us see you so often!” He gushed, nuzzling you close. His eyes widened when he noticed the ingredients on the counter. “Wait, were you about to bake something?! Why did you tell me? I would’ve loved to taste it for you!”
You were completely frozen, unable to process the fact that there were four copies of your boyfriend running around your apartment. All of them fighting for your attention. You remembered hearing about the clone fiasco from Mei, but you’d never seen all of them up close.
One of the MKs, who you assumed was the original, pushed away the clone that was hugging you. The other three copies glared at him when he summoned his staff and pointed it at them.
“Stay away from them! You’re freaking them out!” He shouted, and the clones’ expressions softened. They seemed to finally notice how freaked out you looked. “You okay, babe?”
“So this is why you were so late.” You blurted. “But why are they all here?”
“Well, I needed them to fight a guy and I let it slip that we were supposed to hang out today.” He explained, clearly embarrassed. “Then they all dashed towards your place before I could poof them.”
“But can you blame us?” The DJ snapped, “You never let us hang out with them! It’s only fair we get a turn with them too.”
“They’re not an object you know, but you do have a point. I’d rather hang out with them and maybe taste whatever they were making back there.”
“They’re much more than any mere object!” The artist added. “They shine brighter than any star could ever hope to, they’re the perfect muse.”
You blushed at the sudden slew of compliments they were throwing at you, and you hid your face in MK’s sleeve. He noticed this, and all four of them suddenly went silent. When you looked up, you found all of them staring at you. The art clone held your hand, the party clone nuzzled your neck, the delivery hugged you from the front, and the original held you from behind.
“You look so pretty when you blush, my muse. The perfect shade of red.”
“You look way more sweet than anything else, so cute.”
“I could take you out for a fun time you know, maybe we could slow dance?”
“You get flustered so easily, maybe I should summon these guys more often…”
All four of them worked their hardest to fluster you. No matter where you looked, at least one of them was looking at you. Every few seconds you got a kiss, a hug, or another word of praise. They were relentless, and you were positive you looked ridiculous then.
“Guys, I look like a tomato.” You whined and the artist shushed you.
“Shh, just let us make you feel good okay?”
“Yeah,” MK chided, kissing your cheek. “Four is better than one right? Just let me and my clones handle this.”
“Besides, it’s not wrong or anything.” Party cooed, “We’re just different versions of your boyfriend, 'cause we are your boyfriend.”
“But what about the brownies?” You shuddered, as you felt one of them nip at your neck. As though you had flipped a switch, all four of them stopped their attack.
“Oh right! I totally forgot, sorry babe.” MK apologized, and the other three nodded in agreement.
“Well, you're all here now, maybe you can all help me make it together?” You suggested, and the four clones all seemed on board. The delivery clone got a little closer to you.
“You’ll let me taste the batter right?”
“Absolutely not.”