#it gives me a headache to think abt them swapping places and who was doing what though

[puppyeared]

OWWWWWW

[artfulanimal]

Okay, finally going in depth for this freak.... Haha jk, it's just me throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing if this makes sense to anyone.

Okay, so we just gonna call her old W (I have no name to give to her) and new W. Old W is a scientist working under an evil organization and new W is a law student who... sucks.

Old W is a heartless bastard who killed people in the name of science... The subjects often ended up as mushy blood pubbles. Yucky!!

New W is just a girl in the world who's trying to pay her rent n shit. She's trying chat. Sure, she's done a few bad things such as STEAL GUM FROM A CONVENIENCE STORE, but she's never killed a person!!!

That is until old W decides "Hey, wouldn't it be cool and really swag if I were able to get another version of me here? Or like swap places! Wow, that's so cool of me. Boss is gonna love this... mayhaps love me?" and uhhh decides to try and swap consciousness with another version of herself.

I guess how this story starts in undercut? Kinda wanted to write abt this.

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New W was having a shitty day. She stepped in dogshit, flunked her test, and now has to deal with these KILLER headaches! Man, what else could go wrong for good ol- Oh my god that's a dead body.

She looks down at her hands, blood smeared where she once had them. Oh my fucking god. She's going to be sick. She clutches her stomach, blood now staining her shirt. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuCK FUCK. She's not ready to go to jail. She never even passed law school! She doesn't even remember what happened! Scared tears trickle down her face, her hands trying to wipe them way but instead replacing them with velvet red.

She looks back down at her hands, muddied with the blood of some random person's. She then realizes... These aren't hers. Sure, they look like hers, but... they're more rough. More worn down. She look down at herself more. A black lab coat with an unfamiliar symbol. A white button down. A pair of black, dirty jeans. Two shoes that look way too expensive for her to even afford. This... isn't her. She's... DREAMING! Right?! Just a big dream. She could just GRAB the mush and SHOVE IT INTO HER MOUTH because this is all some WEIRD DREAM!! SHE... She...

Her breath quickens as she tastes the metallic flavor in her mouth. Her reflexes are far quicker than her thinking time so she swallows the lump of meat. Oh my god she just- Oh my fucking god. She- She didn't-

She tries to throw up, do anything to remove the taste of metal in her mouth, but her stomach's empty and she doesn't have the heart to let it out. Tears resurface from her eyes, dripping onto the floor. She's a monster- No. She didn't know- She didn't know about it. She just thought it was fake. A dream. This isn't... this... Oh god...

She whimpers softly as she looks at what she did and didn't do. This is so fucked. Everything about this is so fucked. She's never going to forget the taste. She's never going to be able to grow up. She's never going to be able to do anything. She's accidentally locked herself into a game ending route.

The door creaks open.

"Dr W, are you in here?"

...That's her last name, isn't it? So she is herself... just something different. A monster. A murderer. What should she do? Is this some multiverse thing?? Does she play the part??? Does she ask for help and possibly get called crazy or even in trouble with something she didn't even do?!?! She steadies her shaky breath, though it's reverent she's been crying.

"Dr?"

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god...

She calls back, staying still as if that'd make her invisible to the unknown guest.

"Yeah... Kind of busy. Did you... need something?"

She hopes that's how she is here. The voice hums.

"You seem nice today... Anyways, after your done with this... session... come up to the break room. Me and Janice got something to talk about."

OH FUCK- EXCUSE! MAKE AN EXCUSE!!!

"Oh, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm... working on something... super hightech..."

"Huh... 'Hightech' is a new one. Whatever, I'm sure your old ass is just trying to be hip with the kids... So, I'm guessing you're just not coming up at all like normal?"

Oh thank god it's normal for her not to go up to the break room... Ughh... she wants to go home and cry in her dad's arms already...

"Uhm.. yeah..."

"M'kayyyy..."

The door is shut, new W letting out a sigh of relief. Thank god... She stands up, washing her hands and exploring the place. She doesn't know how this happened, bit maybe she'll find out how to get back... maybe.

...God she hopes she does.