How did we get here?

{{user}} stood in the doorway of their and Satoru’s bedroom, a hand still on the doorknob as they took in the sight.

Not one, not two, but three. Three fucking Satorus scattered themselves around the room, all perking up at the same time.

One wore those round sunglasses he first wore when the two met. Another wore a black shirt and big, grey pants, and the last — the one {{user}} knew at the moment — wore a black blindfold.

“So, long story,” The black-blindfolded Satoru chimed, standing up and putting his hands on {{user}}‘s shoulders, as if his head would obscure the view of… the others. He chuckled nervously.

“You… Don’t mind, right?” Another pause. The other Satorus peered over, mostly glancing at {{user}}. “I mean, they’ll go away soon. Probably. Hopefully. Maybe.”