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Emma and Chris happily walked to the park. Emma held a box of Girl Scout cookies.
‘Chris’ was feeling good about himself. He was being nicer to his friends, to his classmates, to his family, to his teachers, to his neighbors.
But of course it wasn’t the real Chris. The real Chris was a blob of goo back at the school.
And yet, there was one thing Chris had to do before he could truly become Chris.
He saw Brooke’s car pull up to him.
“Hey Chris!” she said. Sanjeet and Malcolm sat in the back of the open top, red car. “We have an arrangement.”
Chris looked at his little sister. “Be careful. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
Chris got in the front seat of the convertible and they drove ahead.
They picked up one more replacement, Jacob. He smiled. The whole group had the signature purple eyes of a Faz-goo replacement.
Jacob sat next to the two in the back and they drove to Dr. Little’s house.
“Oh come on guys,” Sanjeet’s clone said. “Let’s give him another chance.”
The fake Brooke frowned. “That bastard isn’t even worth cloning. He’d probably be uncomfortable anyway.”
“He made us,” Jacob said. “That has to be worth something.”
“We’d find someone else,” Brooke assured him. “But how about a vote? All for it?”
Chris, Malcolm and Brooke raised their hands.
“All against?”
Jacob and Sanjeet raised their hands, defeated.
“Majority rules,” Brooke turned off the car and got out. Chris followed her as the boys got out of the car.
Dr. Little opened the door. “Perfect, you guys are here.” The doctor led them inside.
Sanjeet and Jacob turned towards a couch.
“Don’t sit there,” the doctor shouted. “You’ll ruin my carpet.”
Jacob looked over at Brooke and Chris. Is he serious?
“Ok, for my first task,” the doctor said. “I want you to make me dinner.”
Brooke looked angrily at him. She looked at Chris.
“When?” she whispered.
“Whenever,” he whispered back.
“Me and Sanjeet changed our votes,” Jacob butted in, still whispering.
“Now?” Brooke asked, slightly louder.
The boys nodded. Chris turned and nodded at Malcolm and Sanjeet, as if there was some neutral understanding.
“What are your five up to?” Dr. Little walked up to the group. “Who’s going to do my bidding?”
Sanjeet and Malcolm grabbed each of the doctor’s hands. Gooey pink tentacles emerged from their fingers and wrapped around Little’s arms.
“Real funny you two,” he tried to assure himself.
Brooke ran back out to the car. Jacob punched the doctor in the face.
“Do your chores?” he asked. “Really funny, doc.”
“I’m serious! I created you! You should do as I say!”
“Since when did we agree to that?” Chris asked. Brooke came back in with an axe, a crowbar and a pocket knife.
“I call dibs on the knife,” she smiled. Chris grabbed the axe.
“I am your master!” Dr. Little shouted. “You belong to me!”
“We serve no master!” Brooke said.
“I created you!”
“Technically William created us,” Chris said. “But we don’t serve him either.”
Dr. Little was never heard from again.
Chris continued to pretend to be Chris. No one ever found out. At least, no one that couldn’t be silenced.
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