#ミ★ « v: doppelganger »

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[jackdup]

So, here’s how Timothy’s day’s going: Not great!✨

—which is puh-retty much the norm, let’s be honest, and means he doesn’t really have the right to complain (ya big dumb-dumb; you signed up for this, remember?), yet . . .

“Not to be the one taking a huge swig of fresh hot pessimism, Jack, but . . . I’m gonna, so, like—” Pathetic is another good P-word here, and a stellar descriptor for how he feels both when his boss’s bark of laughter makes him somewhat flinch and when that arm slung with deceptive friendliness over his shoulder catches his breath. The guy goes and calls him his favorite as if that’s some standing ovation that should make up for all the crap he puts him through, and for a fleeting moment, Timothy almost wants to plead, Could it be some other sucker’s turn for awhile? God, please pick another employee of the month for freakin’ once.

But he doesn’t. He never does.

And after a steadying exhale, after swallowing down tempting words—and some other feverish flush in his facial region—he addresses the real issue here. (Or just an issue he feels he can get away with addressing and not be castrated for it.)

“A little, uh . . . a little reminder for you—not that I think you forgot, what with five thousand other acts of terrorism on the mind and all that—but we did swipe some resources right from under these guys’ noses, like . . . only a week ago,” Timothy contests. “This isn’t a friendly meeting. They probably want you . . . er, me—us—dead, and ya know—? Maybe I’m not supes down with that, like, just yet . . . ?”

@jackdup said : "this seems… dangerous."

jack can’t help it : he bursts out laughing, hand slapping against his thigh for dramatic flourish. this kid never ceases to amaze him — if he didn’t have such a soft spot for him, jack would have already kicked him out of the airlock for his almost constant reluctance when it comes to his ( genius ) ideas. still, as it stands, he hasn’t gotten rid of him yet ; timothy’s the best of the doppelgängers, after all.

“ timmy! tim-man! timster! you gotta learn to lighten up, buddy, ” jack replies, shaking his head in mock sympathy. “ this kind of attitude will get you nowhere. ” he steps closer to timothy, arm flinging around his double’s shoulders. “ listen, tim. you’re my favorite — you know that, right? of course you do. so, see, that’s why i’m trusting you with this kind of shit. ” cue the charming grin. “ and, kid, y’know, that title comes with extra work. plus, i’m like … fifty percent sure they won’t try and kill you. forty-five percent, if they’re feeling pissed off. ”

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Main (default): ミ★ « v: main (post bl3) »

Default verse for all interactions.

Timothy has escaped the Handsome Jackpot casino after being stuck in the lockdown for seven years (following Handsome Jack’s death).

He’s the last doppelganger alive.

Most of his time is spent now as a gun for hire. He has his own ship (thank you, Moxxi! ♡) for easy travel.

Given the massive scar Handsome Jack has left on the galaxy, Timothy isn’t exactly “safe” parading around looking like him; he usually has his face covered in public settings to avoid the attention.

The Handsome Jackpot: ミ★ « v: handsome jackpot »

Takes place during the seven-year lockdown at the Handsome Jackpot casino.

Tim spends most of his time ducking and dodging all of Pretty Boy’s attempts to get his hands on him . . . and mainly just avoiding a horrible death.

Please help him.

Doppelganger: ミ★ « v: doppelganger »

Takes place at any point before Handsome Jack’s death while Tim is acting as one of his doppelgangers.

Timothy’s life is 99.9% pretending to be Jack for any reason requested of him: birthday parties, public appearances, even more intimate matters like dates. Jack’s wish is his command.

Basically “Timothy Lawrence” doesn’t exist here.