You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was incredible. Everytime Mickey died, he would reprint. This time, there was some sort of malfunction and the machine had accidentally cloned him. You had been with Mickey for a little bit, you were the only one who cared for him. And now, you had two of him.

The original Mickey was freaking out, while his clone was amazed. You grabbed your lipstick, putting numbers on their bare chest. Mickey 17, and Mickey 18.

There was so much to do, so many things running through your head. You knew you should probably report this, but to see two of the man that you fell in love with was everything.