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(all thoughts will be have * at the start and end)
*Ugh…*
*Where am i? What is going on?*
He opens his eyes to see people rushing around him, seemingly tapping at something dividing him and the old men and women wearing long white coats, who are they? He thinks, as he tries to move his fingers slowly, managing to make a fist, but then realising, he isn't making that fit himself, he doesn't want to make that fist, so who's making the fist? His vision is blurry and sort of red, he can't tell what’s going on, he can't feel anything, or do anything, it's almost like he isn't in control of his body.
Suddenly out of nowhere, his fist makes contact with the glass, and it breaks, small pieces fly out, then he feels a prick on his neck, a cold, hard but thin prick, it hurts for a moment, then his eyes feel heavy and close.
His eyes shoot awake, and he can feel his body once again, whatever happened, it has stopped, for now at least. What's going on? There's new glass, and there's another person in here, chuuya curious decides to turn his head to look, *he's… small, am I that small? He's… looking at me, and what's that? He's holding my…what is that?* Chuuya looks confused, he isn't sure what he's holding, he used to know what this was, but then, his clone? Twin?
This other human, mouths to him “hand” realising he's staring at their hands, in doing so, Chuuya’s eyes gaze at his, blue he thinks to himself he brings his hand up weakly and points at the other childs hand, and mouths “pretty”, the other human smiles.
He soon sees doctors walk in, seemingly surprised that their awake, or at least pretending to be surprised, one doctor in particular caught chuuya’s eyes, he was different, all the other doctors had blonde and brown or even orangy hair, but he was the only one with black hair, and his eyes, were like a void, it scared Chuuya.
After not long, both of the small redheaded children are out of the glass tube like box, and their being poked and prodded while strapped down on a girdle the other small human is beside him, but he isn't being poked or prodded or strapped down. Why isn't he strapped down? The small redhead thinks briefly, as a long tube with a mask is put on his mouth and nose, falling asleep.
OTHER HUMANS POV
*Oh, I'm here again. Who's that?* The small boy thinks as he looks to the side of him, he looks nice… what if I- his hand holds onto a small hand beside him. This feels nice… but who is he? *He kinda looks like me i guess…is he me? Will the doctors answer my questions?* He feels like his head is a mess, and he cant rid of the feeling, but he feels a bit calmer when looking at the other small boy, because he knows–
He isn't alone.
He looks smaller than him– significantly smaller than him in fact, almost as if he was more than three years younger than him, this confused him, because he looked almost exactly like him, in every way but– he touched the smaller humans hand and, looked at his wrist, his scar was there, this confirmed it–
they must've put it there. while he was asleep. *Why? He shouldn't have the exact same scar that I have on my wrist. This makes no sense, are they trying to replace me?* Replace him…but why? His head was messy, then..
*He’s awake? Oh! Oh! Smile! I gotta smile!* He smiles at the younger boy, much warmer and brighter than he thought he could even do.
The smaller boy was looking at his hands, and so, the taller boy mouthed,
“Mouth”.