1980sspacegay here, just reblogging it over to the RP account if that’s okay!))
Benny’s vision was still alarmingly blurry, not sharpening into focus as he flipped the light switch in the bathroom he found himself. Still, even without the clarity of his normally good vision, he recognized the figure in the mirror as the body of his friends, the cops. And immediately he was totally confused, even panicked.
The bizarre nature of what he saw in the mirror sent his head spinning, and yes, literally spinning. Despite his lack of a dual personality, he was apparently still capable of shuffling between the cops’ two faces. This was terrifyingly disorienting, and the spaceman stumbled around the bathroom, trying to get his-no, it wasn’t his, don’t say that-body under control. His arms felt for his face, holding it still long enough for him to at the very least, subdue some of the panic.
Leaning closer to the mirror and squinting, he tried to make sense of what he was looking at. His immediate thought was that this was only a dream, this wasn’t actually happening, he wasn’t actually seeing Good Cop’s reflection in place of his own. But pinching himself wasn’t working, it actually hurt, and he couldn’t seem to shake himself awake.
“What the brick-“he said, almost immediately clapping his hands over his mouth, surprised by the accented voice that escaped. What was going on?
Finally, he remembered the glasses he’d seen on the bedside table upon waking up. Returning to the bedroom, he grabbed the round spectacles and put them on, clarity returning to his vision. This brought only a little relief however, as the sharpness of his view only add certainty to his situation. Somehow, he’d woken up in the cops’ body.
Which begged the question, what had happened to the cops? He got his answer when he heard the phone ring, making him jump. He searched for the source of the ringing noise, wondering if it was appropriate to answer the cops’ phone, almost ignoring the call. Until he saw the name on the caller ID. Benny Blu Chu. In other words, himself. His heart raced nervously as he picked up, choking out a “Hello?”
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