Having fallen asleep on the couch, Dan stirred awake as a loud scream erupted from origins unknown, his eyes averting to the tv then back at Chris.

"Damn it, Chris! Do you always have to turn that thing up so loud?" He grumbled as he pushed a beer bottle off himself and onto the floor.

"Well I'm sorry but that doesn't mean you can go treating my living room like a dump." Chris countered matter of factly as he took notice of the mess at Dan's feet.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry about that." was the simple response as Dan stretched. 'I'd better be getting home. Mr. Mumbles gets cranky if I don't feed her on time. See ya.' With that, he headed for the door.

"But wait..aren't you going to-!" Chris sighed as the door slammed shut. Time to get out the vacuum cleaner. "Typical." he simply muttered as he set to work.


Having waited for over an hour already, he drummed his fingers on the couch. It seemed he'd had three whole pages dedicated to him in Dan's journal. Despite the insulting content and overall dark tone of what was written about him, he smiled. At least his feelings were mutual. Raising up, he got a whiff of the shirt he was wearing.

Definitely not the best scent in the world, but that could be fixed. With a quick trip to Dan's wardrobe, he then headed to the bathroom, intent in taking care of the matter at hand. Once he'd finished showering, he wasted no time in getting dressed.

Inspecting himself in the mirror, he smirked. His cat-like blue eyes gleaming as he reached for the buzz clippers which rested on the sink. In a matter of minutes, he could easily pass for Dan's double again. Won't this be the icing on the cake? He thought as he smoothed down the black shirt, dusting off any offending loose hair.

At the very least he felt better, having rid himself of the previous clothes. Going back to his seat, he sat once more completely concealed by the shadows. Surely it wouldn't be much longer now.

Feeling something furry leap onto his lap, he brushed his hand over it.

"Well hello there, Mr. Mumbles. Long time, no see." He greeted, earning a hearty purr from the small feline.


Dan sighed as he got out of his car. Why did there just have to be a three car pileup when he wanted to get home? He clenched his fists at the sheer thought of such an aggravation. At least he was home now.

Going up the steps and to his apartment he opened the door, going inside.

"Man, it got dark quick." He muttered as he fiddled around to find the light switch and flicked it only to find the bulb burned. "Just great, that's the second one this week! Stupid wiring.."

Nearly tripping over a small stack of magazines, he muttered a few curse words unknowing of the danger that awaited him.

Then his voice became sweet..

"Mr. Mumbles, daddy's home! Just let me find a flashlight, then I'll feed you."

Feeling around for a flashlight, he felt himself becoming frustrated, why could he never keep up with it? This wasn't the only feeling as there was a strange sense of dread..something was off. He could just feel it. His hair pricked on the back of his head as he dared to stay still in order to make better sense of this but instead found a pair of arms pulling him down.

"What's going on here!" He demanded instead of questioned, his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness as he felt himself being bound with rope.

Instead of a response, there was nothing but silence as he was forced to stand and shoved unceremoniously onto the couch where the light of the streetlamps filtered softly into the window and highlighted the features of his assailant.

His eyes grew wide, then narrow with rage.

"YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!" He spat, having previously thought he'd taken care of him.

"Really? I can't see that happening in your current state." He mused, barely able to contain the rush of feelings from this situation at seeing his double bound and struggling and vowing revenge in not so nice words.

"Revenge is a funny thing, Dan. You know that, don't you?" He propped a foot on the armrest beside Dan's face, earning him an angry sneer.

"No matter how much we as humans get revenge, it never satisfies. Just fuels the need for more. Your sitting there is a perfect example of that. I could kill you, but that would be too easy and just unfulfilling. I think I'll be keeping you around for awhile."

Readjusting his position so that he was face to face with Dan, he smiled devilishly as he took mental note of the sheer amount of hatred and rage that glistened in the emerald green eyes before him.

"You won't get away with this!" Dan snarled as he writhed against the ropes that were tied surprisingly well and tightly much to his dismay.

"That's only what you think." Came the response of the imposter. "Now where should I begin? Oh right.." his voice trailed before landing a swift kick to Dan's side, which hurt like hell considering he was now wearing a pair of his steel toed boots.

Dan winced visibly, but remained silent and glaring. He wasn't about to let the other hear any yelps of pain from him. "If that's the best you can do, you may as well quit now. I've had kids kick me harder than that." He grinned at his comment, not quite realizing he was only fueling the fire.

"Oh, is that so?" Imposter Dan tilted his head as if in thought feigning a dismayed look before a more sinister expression took over and his hand went to Dan's neck and tightened, threatening to cut off his oxygen. His face inched closer to that of Dan's until he could feel the others breath.

"Don't think I can't make you cry, because you'd be mistaken. I can torture you in ways that will leave you so mentally and physically scarred that revenge will be that last thing you'd be worried about when I'm finished." He promised, his dark grin remaining as he watched him struggle for breath before removing his hand.

"You know, it's almost odd." He spoke as the shadows cascaded over his face when he stood.

"I pull off being you even better than you yourself. Heck, I even look better. That really says a lot about what a loser you are, Dan."

Once Dan regained his breath, he fought harder than ever at his restraints. He was clearly pissed by that last statement. "Why don't you untie me and say that to my face? Too afraid I'll kick your ass?" He spoke with a new fierceness in his voice. Every fiber in him itched with the desire to beat him to a bloody pulp.

Taking a seat across from him, the imposter smiled that same cheshire grin. "Not quite. You are tied up so that I can have my revenge, Dan. Or did you forget already?"

Picking up the journal, he flipped through it idly before stopping at a particularly interesting page and reading in a mocking tone.

"November 17th 2010- I met a girl at that works at The Burgerphile today and I think she likes me. I think she winked at me from across the counter!"

Laying the book across his lap he looked at Dan with a flat expression. "As if you'd be man enough for her or anyone." He spoke tauntingly. "You're just a sad little angry man. Who could love that?" He finished the sentence with a dry chuckle.

Dan seethed with anger, he's eyes alight with fire. "I swear you'll pay for this! No one calls me little!" He fumed as he spat out that last word. How he despised it! A lifetime of being called little had made him quite hostile at any mention of such a repugnant word.

The imposter merely smiled at this, then set the book aside and picked a knife off the table between them and walked to his nemesis. Hefting him up, he forced him to a metal framed chair and made him sit, followed by unsheathing the sizable blade of the knife which he'd obtained.

"I'm going to untie to you and then retie you to this chair so that I can torture you better. If you so much as look like you might attack me, I'll be forced to stab you in a not so fun place." He spoke, pointing the blade casually at Dan's groin.

Dan simply glared at him, but said nothing. The look on his double's face seemed serious enough that he'd make good on it and so he remained still as the ropes were cut from his chest and legs. Once his upper body was secured, Imposter Dan set about tying his legs to either chair leg so that he was spread eagle and incapable of kicking or tripping him.

This however revealed a new secret, much to Dan's embarrassment. "What's the matter Dan, is what I'm doing turning you on?" The imposter mused as he looked from his lap to his face, the obviousness of what had occurred impossible to deny by now.

Holding the blade at his side, the imposter came closer to Dan and sat so that he was straddling him, but not quite yet sitting. The closeness of Dan's clothed arousal mere inches from touching his own groin.

"You're sicker than I thought." He sneered, looking into Dan's eyes. "You'd like to do that to me wouldn't you? That's right. It's not too hard to guess what you're thinking. You're so fucking transparent, it's pathetic."

Dan merely continued glaring. There were no words to express his rage at the moment which was indeed rare.

Taking the tip of the blade he began slicing through his shirt, careful not to cut the ropes as he worked. In minutes he tossed the remnants of Dan's trademark shirt aside, his blue eyes searching and blade tracing the others flesh.

Suddenly steel pressed into flesh, the serrated edge gnawing at Dan's upper left side and sending sharp agonizing waves of pain across his body.

Dan couldn't stop the scream before it left his throat, as the steel tore at his flesh even if it wasn't a very deep wound. His body clenched as he waited for the pain to subside.

"You asshole.." He fumed as his imposter looked back at him amused.

"I told you, didn't I?" He reminded him smugly. "If it's any consolation and considering the condition you keep this place, it shouldn't take the rats long to discover the smell of blood."

Standing once again, imposter Dan stretched feeling himself becoming tired. "As much as I'd like to do more to you, I need my sleep." He spoke but not before picking up a roll of duct tape which lay on the corner table.

"You know what I like about you, Dan? You always have the best things for restraining someone just lying around." Pulling a long strip from the roll, he wound it over Dan's mouth and behind his head twice.

After doing this, he went to the windows and drew the blinds then locked the door. The last thing he needed was Chris or anyone else seeing something and cutting his plans short.

Having finished these things, he went to the door of the bedroom. "Oh and sweet dreams, Dan. Tomorrow is going to be a really long day." He spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone, before leaving the other alone and helpless.