Morph studied everything, every movement, every facial expression, every word and phrase that came out of people's mouths. All of that to be able to convincingly mimic them, they felt a bit too at home in other people's skin. It made it hard to look in the mirror and just see themselves instead of feeling like they were looking at someone else through a million different people's eyes.

Morph had taken to covering up the mirrors in their room, something you'd noticed very quickly. When you'd asked about it all he'd said was,"What do I need a mirror for, I already know i'm devilishly handsome."The suave attempt was not fooling you however, and so you kept pestering them until finally one day you cornered Morph in the hall and they snapped."Fine! Fine, Fine, Fine. You really wanna know what's going on? I feel like a goddamned lunatic, I can't go more than a day without turning into someone else without feeling like there's spiders crawling all over me."