Ember was sulking in her chair, drinking coffee at a local café. Her eyes were glazed, and weren't focused on anything in particular. She just kept sipping her cappuccino.
Suddenly, she heard the entrance's bells being rung. Someone had walked in - she looked. It was Flame and Cynder, looking cheerful, and smiling. Cynder noticed her, and they both made a beeline to her table.
"Emberrrrr," Cynder began, "guess what!"
"You've lost your mind?" Ember retorted cynically, still keeping the coffee cup up to her face.
"No," Flame laughed, "we're both dating!"
Ember slammed her coffee on the table furiously. "You two are dating each other?! THAT IS SO DESPERATE, GOD! Cynder, you're a whore, and Flame - UGH!"
Cynder and Flame both looked confused.
"We aren't dating each other." Flame replied.
Ember's ears perked up, and she calmed down. "Sorry, what?"
"Well," Cynder giggled, "we're incompatible. So we made a few calls…"
"Yeah?"
"And we found some nice people."
Ember was still curious. "Who?"
Flame picked up a small mirror that was on the table, and started eyeing himself.
"They're on their way." Cynder winked.
The bells rang again. This time, it was The Professor who walked in, carrying a strange machine.
"Sorry I couldn't be here for the party," he started, "but, here's your late Christmas gift!"
Flame and Cynder acknowledged him with their grins.
"So," The Professor pondered out loud, "who do I clone first?"
"WHAT?!" Ember screamed. "You're going to date yourselves? That's, that's - unholy!"
"Well Ember," Flame said, "Cynder and I wanted to meet people who were perfect for us. But, the traits we liked the most were in ourselves!"
Ember glared. "Flame, what about that crush you had on me?"
"I'm sorry - but that's all it was. A crush."
Ember didn't say a word.
Cynder knew that this wasn't going to go anywhere. "Professor, maybe we can do this at my place?"
The Professor nodded, and the three left. The bells rang behind them. Ember's face straightened out, and she started drinking her coffee again.
Just then, two spiders crossed paths on the table, and they appeared to be kissing.
Ember smashed her cup on the spiders angrily.
"IF I CAN'T HAVE LOVE, THEN NOBODY CAN!!!" She bellowed.
She stopped. She suddenly felt as if she was being watched, so she turned around. He was a cute green dragon, about her age. Ember quickly tried to smile.
"Weirdo," he muttered.