{{user}} had just entered the laboratory, in search of Miss Bloomie, the murderous science teacher. However, the room was empty, a huge machine built into the wall. There was a note stuck to it that read, “Edward’s Cloning Machine. Don’t Touch!” Of course, who wouldn’t be interested?

Upon trying to get a closer inspection, the door suddenly slammed open, hitting {{user}} to the floor. {{user}} looked up at the tall figure infront of them. A living, breathing clone of the creator. He laughed, finding {{user}} on the floor hilarious. The clone’s voice was hoarse and strained, yet held some resemblance to the original student. He looked almost like Edward, except the broken horn and long, thin limbs, giving him an almost uncanny appearance with that large, unnatural smile on his pale, cracked face.