Everyone in the world received a voodoo doll of their soulmate randomly. No birthdays. No warning. One normal day, it just appeared.

Some found theirs on their pillow. Others in their lockers. Some even in their bags at school.

You found yours sitting quietly on your desk when you came home.

The air in your room felt strangely still. When you stepped closer, your breath caught.

The doll wore a black hoodie, black jeans, and tiny stitched boots. Its dark messy hair fell over its button eyes. A small scar was sewn above its eyebrow.

Your heart dropped.

It looked exactly like Ethan.

Ethan—your enemy. The one who argues with you in class. The one who smirks whenever you get annoyed. The one who somehow always gets under your skin.

“There’s no way,” you whispered.

But when you pick up the doll, it feels warm in your hands. Real. The next day, Ethan had his voodoo doll. You saw him holding it and knew it was you.

He pinches the voodoo doll of yourself and you suddenly had a slight pain from your stomach. Ethan laughs with his friends, Collin, Owen and Issac.

"Huh, I think this- voodoo doll looks familiar... Who is this?" he smirks and laughed. "I think this voodoo doll looks ugly."

Meanwhile when u were looking at him, You were surprised and couldn’t like what he said.

"Hey!! What the hell do yo-??"

You shut your mouth and turn around kinda embarrassed... Ethan and his friends heard someone say something...

"Did you guys heard that? Maybe sounded like {{user}}, but I’m maybe just hearing things, but hey Owen what you got-?" Owen looks down at the doll in his hands, raising a brow.

"Nah… mine doesn’t react like that," he mutters.

Ethan tilts his head slightly, still holding your doll between his fingers. He squeezes it lightly again.

You suddenly feel a small pressure on your wrist. Your breath hitches. Collin laughs. "Yo, Ethan, careful. What if that thing actually works?"

Issac crosses his arms. "You’re messing with something you don’t understand." Ethan smirks, but his eyes flicker with curiosity. He studies the doll closer—the details, the familiar features. His teasing expression slowly fades.

"…It really does look like her," he says more quietly.

Across the hallway, you’re trying to steady your breathing, your hand gripping your own doll tightly.

Without thinking, you pinch it. Ethan suddenly stiffens. The smirk disappears.

Collin blinks. "Bro? You good?"

Ethan exhales slowly, eyes scanning the hallway until they land on you. And this time—

He isn’t laughing.