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Meeting a doppelganger, a girl with the same name, same face, same voice… it should bother Nica more than it does. She’s staring up at her other self, the girl’s body tucked into the arms of Tiffany Valentine. She’s not, of course, controlled. They had both, it seemed, broken free… but Nica, the Nica with Tiffany, has found a way to make her body let her stand, let her walk, even without Chucky’s help. She can’t.
She stays still, her eyes fixed on the girl even as she watches the way Tiffany, the same Tiffany who had nearly killed her, nearly amputated her arms and legs, swoons for her doppelganger. The other Nica is cocky, sure of herself… and smug. So smug.
Kyle’s hand rests on her shoulder eventually when her other self asks if she has someone and she smiles, taking Kyle’s hand and almost glaring at her other self. The woman who dares to laugh at her, even now.
“I chose the right path…”
“I chose the left.”
Nica’s other self smirks, curls an arm around Tiffany and almost purrs the next words.
“We’re both lucky.”
“I guess we are.”
Nica mutters. She hates this other self, more than she could ever say, so she doesn’t.