I look into the glass, my eyes meeting the reflection that stares back at me. It is an unfamiliar face, an enigma draped in the contours of my own visage. Questions swirl in my mind as I study the person in the mirror, their gaze locked onto mine. "Who are you?" we both ask simultaneously, our voices merging into a single inquiry.


    The figure before me mimics my every movement and word, as if mirroring my existence. A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel a strange mixture of fascination and fear. "Are you pretending to be me?" I demand, my voice filled with confusion. "Why would you do this?"


    The reflection remains silent, its eyes fixed upon mine, unyielding and unresponsive. It neither confirms nor denies its mimicry, leaving me bewildered and increasingly unsettled. Minutes stretch into an eternity as I wait for a response, desperate for an explanation that may never come.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    Growing impatient, I make a decision to leave the room, to escape this unnerving encounter. But just as I turn to depart, a chilling voice resounds through the air. "You''re the one who''s pretending to be me," the figure claims, its accusation slicing through the silence. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.


    Confusion engulfs me once again as I process the figure''s words. "Why would I pretend to be... myself?" I retort, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and frustration. The figure remains unfazed, their gaze unyielding. "Because," it replies, drawing out the word, "you are not you."