I wrote this at 3 in the morning, so tell me if it sucks.
Kenny almost died from shock.
"K-Ke-Ken… Th-that's…"
"Your name, I know."
"B-bu-but…"
"I'm you."
"Me?"
And with that, he past out.
Waking up to find yourself looking at you is probably the strangest experience anyone will ever have. Kenny had just had it.
He sat up abruptly, staring into his own eyes. He was sitting on a bed in a hotel room.
"It's okay, Kenny, I'm not gonna hurt you."
"Who are you?"
"I told you, I'm you."
"N-no, you're not. I'm me."
"Yes, but you are also me."
"W-what?" He was shaking almost uncontrollably.
"Oh, boy. Okay. I," he pointed to himself, "am you," he pointed to Kenny, "You are," he pointed to himself again, "me. We're the same person, okay?"
Kenny just nodded. He felt sick. In fact, he leaned over the side of the bed and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach on to the floor. There wasn't much, so he just ended up dry-heaving for a few minutes.
"You okay?"
"D-do I seem alright?"
"Not really."
"G-guess I didn't g-get much smarter when I g-grew up, huh?"
He hit himself upside the head.
"Don't be a smartass."
"Hey! I j-just met myself, okay? C-can't I get a little sympathy?"
"No."
Kenny's shaking had started to wear off.
"So…"
"You have questions don't you?"
"Hell yes! Wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would. I did."
"You did?"
"Yeah, when I was you. I even remember hearing the exact same thing I'm saying coming out of my older self's mouth. Funny, isn't it?"
"Hilarious. Where am I?"
"My hotel room. I needed somewhere to say while I'm on Earth."
"I see."
"You wanna talk?"
"Sure."
"Come on."
The older him got off the bed and walked out of the room. Kenny followed. He ended up in a huge living room. He (the other him) had already made himself comfortable on one of the couches. It was funny, the older him fit right into the room, he looked right in it, while he looked so out of place.
He took a seat on the couch facing himself.
"So, what do you want to know?" His older self looked like a little kid on Christmas.
His legs were pulled up on the sofa so he was sitting Indian-style, and he was bouncing slightly with a huge smile on his face.
"Ummmm…"
"Don't know where to start, huh? Just ask the first thing that comes to mind."
"OK, well, who are you?"
"Didn't we already do this?"
"No! I mean, who am I when I'm you?"
"Yeah, I know, just messing with ya. Well, I'm a guardian angel-in-training, and you know what that means, but I'm also going to be the bringer of the Apocalypse, when God sees fit that it happens."
"You mean I get to kill everyone?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. You get to bring the Apocalypse. Literally."
"Are you serious? Like, I'm gonna put it in a box and leave it on someone's doorstep?"
"Who told you?"
"THE APOCALYPSE IS A PRESENT?! FOR WHO?!"
"I don't know. The man," he pointed upwards, "takes FOREVER to make any kind of decision on anything. I mean, he does have eternity to think about stuff, but still…"
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"That sucks."
"Sure does."
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