A guy comes home only to find more versions of himself already there
Mosh pulled his keys from the lock slowly. It was already unlocked. He could have sworn that he took the time to double-check the lock before he left. Before he could open the door, he heard the clatter of plates inside. But his roommates were gone for the weekend. Was he being robbed?? He peeked through the window.
Through the glass, he saw over a dozen silhouettes of people in his kitchen. It looked like they were having a party in there by how casual it was. Maybe one of his roommates had returned early and was having a party? That was going to be an awkward encounter since they explicitly agreed to no parties beforehand. He sighed and went to the door, pushing it open,
“Hey, I’m home—”
The sentence died as soon as Mosh was able to absorb the scene in front of him. He dropped his keys, followed by his jaw.
“Oh, hey, it’s the OG Mosh!” someone said in a voice he never expected to hear from another man’s mouth.
“What is going on my guy?” another said with a similar voice.
“Tell me this man brought grub!”
Mosh stood in shock, every one of them was a copy of himself, from his face, to glasses, down to the very clothes he currently had on his back. He took a hesitant step forward, then backward. His eyes flitted between the strange reflections of himself. Each one simultaneously smiled at him bashfully.
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