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"Looking good, Wilbur," Wilbur said to himself at his shining reflection.

He made poses and basked in his "presence".

"Ahem."

Wilbur hummed and ran a hand through his hair.

"AHEM!"

Wilbur jumped, "AH! Oh, it's just you Lewis."

Lewis rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack, heavy with books. "Ready to go to school?"

Wilbur put on his shades, "It's go time."

The walked through the glass doors of their middle school, Wilbur saying hello to all his "friends".

He walked up to Goob who was sitting on a bench in the hallway looking into the distance solemnly.

"Hey, Goob." Wilbur sat down next to him.

"Hey," Goob answered quietly.

Wilbur looked at him. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, now you apologize!" Goob said irritably.

Wilbur threw his hands in the air, "What did I DO?!"

"You know what you did," Goob glared at him and left.

"I just got here!" Wilbur yelled at him. He shook his head and muttered some things about "salty" and "Bowler Hat Guy", until he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder.

"OW!" He yelled at his attacker. "What was that for?!"

He realized he was speaking to his own mother, her usual respectful eyes were filled with anger.

"Serves you right!" She spat into his face.

Wilbur's mouth hung wide open, "What did I DO?!"

Franny huffed and stormed away and left Wilbur confused and lonely.

He walked cautiously through the hallway, afraid someone was going to attack him again.

"Wilbur?"

He gasped and jumped to face the voice in a fighting stance. He sighed in relief, "Oh, it's just you Lewis."

Lewis' eyes were wide with fear, "But.I just saw you...like all the way across the school!" He grabbed Wilbur's shoulders, "How did you get here so fast?"

"I don't know! People have been mad at me for things I did or didn't do! They're all acting weird around me! Watch," and he turned to face a girl with long ebony hair. "Hi!"

The girl gasped and quickly walked away. "See?!" Wilbur exclaimed, "Girls should be running at me and not from me!"

Lewis' eyes glazed over and he didn't talk for a moment. All the sudden, he gasped and grabbed Wilbur's shoulders again, "We need to investigate," He paused, "I know it seems rushed, but, no one can get here from all the way where I saw 'you' so fast. There's gotta be two of you."

Wilbur gasped loudly, but Lewis slapped a hand over his mouth and looked around nervously. "Be quiet! It could be anywhere…"

Wilbur took Lewis' hand away, "It? What is it?"

Lewis thought a moment, "I don't know… I don't even know how it got here. But I do know this, if people see both you and….other your chaos."

"We gotta find this Wilbur 2, and take him back to wherever he came from." Wilbur put on his special disguise (his glasses/mustache disguise). "It's go time."

Wilbur sneaked around the school during class, he told Lewis to tell all his teacher that "Something came up" and he couldn't make it to class. It was Lewis' job, as Wilbur said, to take care of this "doppelganger". But how? Lewis thought How can two forms of the same matter exist in the same dimensional plane?

"Lewis?"

Lewis jumped.

"Are you alright? You seem distracted today," His science teacher asked.

Lewis nodded absently and continued to ponder until he saw a familiar sight. "Wilbur?" He whispered to himself. But the air around Wilbur was different, colder, and darker. Lewis hesitated.

"Wilbur?"

Wilbur turned around.

Lewis hesitantly said hello, and Wilbur waved back without a word. Lewis was undoubtedly suspicious. Lewis sneaked into a bathroom and grabbed a walkie-talkie from his pocket that Wilbur had said was "only for emergencies." He turned into a frequency and talked to Wilbur about it.

"Hey Wilbur, did you wave to me after Science class?"

"Uh…(weird mumbling) Yes?"

Lewis wasn't convinced. "Wilbur, what's going on?"

"N-Nothing, I'm just here!"

Lewis started to become suspicious. "Wilbur where are you?"

"Uhh"

"I said, where are you?"

Wilbur paused a moment then whispered, "I'm in the courtyard. The other me is here..."

Lewis gasped, "I'll be right there,"

"NO I-"

But Lewis stuffed the walkie-talkie back into his pocket.

Lewis briskly walked into the silent, green, courtyard, and looked for Wilbur. "Wilbur," he whispered, "Where are you?"

"Right here." Said a voice much too cold to be Wilbur's.

Lewis turned around, it was Wilbur, but with a wicked smile he'd never seen before.

"What have you done with Wilbur?!" Lewis yelled at the boy.

"Nothing, he's right here." The real Wilbur came out from a bush, and mouthed, "Run."

Lewis shook his head and yelled again, "Leave him alone!"

"HOW?!" The other Wilbur retorted with a wicked laugh. "We are each other, I'm just a reflection!"

Lewis was prepared to attack when he remembered something, but he had to think of an excuse to leave. "Bye!" and he dashed off to his house looking for the clue he had been missing all along.

He ran up the stair in desperate search of-

"Well, it seems Father isn't so brave after all, huh Wilbur?" The Other Wilbur sneered.

Wilbur stood up straighter, "Lewis has a plan, he always has a plan."

The Other Wilbur glared and growled at him. "We'll see."

Lewis opened up his door only to find the evil grimace of Other Wilbur there.

"How...how did you-"

"What were you looking for Lewis? A mirror perhaps?" He sneered.

Lewis growled deep in his throat. The glassy mirror was only a few feet away, but Other Wilbur was guarding the path.

Other Wilbur realized his plan and started to mock Lewis, "Do you really think, that a mirror will solve this, 'doppelganger' incident? Even you know 'dimensional planes' don't work like that." And he started to laugh.

He was interrupted though, by a smiling Lewis, "You talk too much," and he threw Wilbur's hairbrush at the mirror.

"NO!"

The mirror shattered, like a million pieces of broken glass.

Lewis closed his eyes tight and slowly peeked open to look around. Other Wilbur was gone. He looked all around the room. Tiny shards of the mirror were spread all over the floor.

Lewis heaved a huge sigh and was glad it was finally over.

He realized he had to pick up the real Wilbur from school. Maybe he could just tell his Literature teacher, something had "come up." On his way, he pulled out his notebook and began to write about his latest adventure.