Meda hopped down the stairs in a happy rush when she heard her trainer outside the front door. She smiled when the door swung open but paused in mid-step. She was petrified at his somber expression upon entering the house. Her trainer, Mike, slammed the door shut which gave away the fact that today must have been a really bad day since he wasn't one to get angry so easily. He went straight to the sofa and sat down, his hands clenching his khaki covered pants firmly before relaxing while he heaved a heavy sigh.
"I screwed up, I'm sorry." He muttered to Medicham. She tilted her head before sitting next to him.
"Medi?" Meda asked meaning what happened.
"A single typo. One single typo I put into the system sent our stocks plummeting straight down to hell! He shouted while keeping his gaze down to the floor.
Medi said nothing. She attempted to reach out a hand to caress his back but Mike slapped it away.
"Don't you see what this means?! I'll never find work again! I'm cursed! My name is going to be in newspapers everywhere!" He then shot up from the sofa and headed up the stairs to his room. He left Medi on the sofa to softly sob away.
Later that night Mike sat on the edge of his bed and stared directly at the mirror. He wished there was a reset button, some way to go back and replay the events that occurred with the knowledge he had now. He wished he could go back in time and stop himself from making the grave mistake in the first place. He wished he was more careful, he wish he didn't had to be assigned with data entry. He wished he wished he wished...
His reflection was changing. The more he stared the more his features merged together in the darkness. His glare was reflecting back at him with much more vivid intensity. With much more rage and contempt at the world and existence of his doppelganger. Mike could feel it, his soul was warping. He was changing. He was no longer Mike.
For much longer Mike stared into the mirror to let his thoughts devolve into something grotesque. He began to hear things in the background, voices of people he's never heard telling him to do things he would have never done.
"You can't go on like this." A voice in the background said.
"He's right, you can't show your face in public anymore!" One of them added. The other voices agreed.
"You have to end it tonight."
"You'll live the rest of your life in poverty. Do you want that?"
"No, I don't." Mike responded.
"Then do it, tonight."
"You have to take Medi with you though!"
"Yeah! You can't let those damn bankers take you both!"
"You're right, she's the only one I have left." Mike stood up from the bed. He eyed the cold soup on his dresser before leaving his room.
Medi was sleeping on the couch. Mike hovered near her, watching her sleep peacefully before heading outside and opened the garage door. He turned on the ignition to his car and left the car door opened. He then headed back and scooped up Medi in his arms. She stirred but didn't wake up. Mike smiled down at her before placing her down in the passenger's seat. He shut her door, closed the garage and went around to sit at the driver's seat.
His card door slamming did wake her up finally. She blinked confusedly before looking around before smiling up at Mike.
"Hey, we're going for a trip Medi. Go back to sleep, I'll wake you when we arrive."
"Mediii..." She trailed off and reached to hug him. He smiled.
"I love you too..." He sat there watching her slumber once more before he eventually succumbed to the monoxide building up in his car.