A/N: A little longer than the first.
132 Words
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He didn't know what to do. There had been a long heated argument about if his duplicate was real before there was a loud noise, and now he was back on the couch of his apartment exhausted. It had all been in his head, so why was it so tiring? It had all been a dream so why could he feel the other's poison touch on him? He opened his eyes and yawned, he had been in his house for a week now; maybe he was going stir crazy?
"Too bad sleeping beauty, it doesn't end there." Chills went down Spain's spine as he heard his own voice, and he knew he hadn't spoken. Sitting up slowly he looked around, his eyes stopped at the mirror. His reflection was smirking.
His frown deepened.
