Turnabout Identity - Chapter Two
The smell of liquor jarred Apollo back to reality. He was lying flat on the wooden floor, his form resembling the shape of a dead corpse in a crime scene.Apollo pulled himself up, struggling just to keep himself up right. Soon he gained his balanced, and stood still for a moment. I feel weird, he thought. I feel like... there's something off about all of this.
He decided to shrug his thoughts away and proceed into the bathroom. He took one step forward, and he heard a peculiar sound. Crack.
Looking down, he saw glass shards around the place, and grape juice seemed to be spilled everywhere. Only then did he realize that he was completely soaked in it. Grape juice? This is... suspicious. The only one I know who drinks this in this household is no other than Mr. Wright. Hmpff. He must be up to something! he thought.
Full of angst, and deprived of a hot shower bath, Apollo shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Mr. Wri-!"
He cut himself off. He felt strange when hoarse voice came out of his mouth. "What the heck...?" he gulped. "My voice kind of reminds me of... of..."
He paused for a moment, then heaved a huge sigh.
"This must be stress taking it's toll. After all, I stayed up all night last night just trying to study the Espanae Family case..." he decided.
He decided to turn around and get back to the shower area... which happened to just disappear into thin air.
"What the-? There used to be a door here!" he snapped. "Just what exactly is happening?"
"I don't know. You tell me!" a familiar voice responded.
The voice was so familiar, it made Apollo cringe. But as if that wasn't enough, when he turned to look back, he saw himself. Standing in front of him. It was like standing in front of a mirror, but he was sure this wasn't one. There were no frames surrounding him.
"Who the heck are you?! W-Why do you look like me?!" Apollo stuttered.
"Why do I look like you? What the heck! YOU look like me!" his clone objected.
"I look like you? What-?"
"Daddy, can you please keep it down?" a high-pitched voice interrupted. "I'm trying to sleep here!"
"He's not here, Trucy!" Apollo responded, recognizing the voice. "But at the moment, can you PLEASE help me get this strange guy out of the building! I-It's really scary!"
"What are you talking about...? Daddy, stop playing games with me. I'm serious!" Trucy replied. "And what sort of strange man are you talking about?"
"Don't listen to him, Trucy!" the clone warned. "He's an impostor! J-Just stay in your room!"
"Polly? Okay... what is going on here?" Trucy pouted. "I'm coming down."
"NO!" the men said in chorus.
It was too late for them; Trucy was already halfway down the steps, and could see them clearly.
"Sheesh, what are you doing staying up this late at night?" she said, rubbing her eyes. "Are you two fighting?"
"Trucy! How could you be not alarmed with seeing two me's in one room?!" Apollo asked.
"Two you's? All I see is a perfect family. A dad, an adopted brother, and an adopted sister. Now what are you two fighting about?" she inquired as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Wait... what?" the clone stammered.
"You know what? People, just go to sleep. I think you people need some rest. And, you know, you'll all be fine in the morning! So come on, now! Daddy, come with me! Let's go upstairs now!" Trucy chimed.
She made her way to Apollo and grabbed his hand, and pulled him up the staircase.
"Sheesh, Daddy. You smell like grape juice! I bet the ants would be crawling around you tonight!" she teased.
"D-Daddy?" Apollo stuttered.
When they were on the last step up, Trucy stopped and yelled.
"And you, Polly. Please... do me a favor. Get some sleep!" Trucy demanded.
She pulled Apollo to a tight hallway and opened the last door on the right, and that was when Apollo thought,
I know exactly what is happening...