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“You did tell me, multiple times….. I just never listened.” He said softly, feeling kinda stupid now.

“I didn’t think that you’d do anything to me but.. I guess I was proved wrong.”

  “Oh... well, now you know...”

  “I really am sorry about that, but...”

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“Well it… wasn’t really too good. Which was why I was afraid of you.” Fukase said softly, timidly.

“You hurt me..”

  “Oh... yeah, um...”

  “That’s... what I do, when I’m around someone for too long... I don’t try to do it, but it just happens. I’m sorry, I should have told you about it back then.”

  He sort of rubs the back of his neck, looking down apologetically. 

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“Maybe that’s a good thing..” He muttered softly, feeling a bit of his worry going away.

“I knew you… and you knew me.”

  “Well... I mean... I figured. Isn’t that implied?”

  He blinks blankly. He really feels like he’s missing something big here but he has no clue whatsoever what it might be.

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“I guess…” Even though he couldn’t remember, he was still on edge. Still scared, still uneasy. Upon hearing that he thought he was forgetting something, his expression changed. He seemed nervous, but less afraid.

“Well it’s nice meeting you.. again.”

  “Oh-- Oh I’ve met you before? I’m sorry, I really have awful memory when it comes to people. 

  “Honestly I can’t really remember anyone I haven’t just met-- I mean, I know for a fact I’ve had good friends in the past, but I just can’t remember any of them.”

  He looks sad for a moment or two, but bounces back into a smile soon enough.

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   “Long story,” it says, not feeling like bothering to explain the whole “spirit world” business.

   It stares its double right back as they remove their entire scalp. Its facial expression remains unchanged aside from just a slight smile.

   “Sure hope you can fix that up, buddy.”

  “No, I can’t, why would I be able to?”

  He plops his hair back onto his head and makes a loud huffing noise for no discernible reason. He lays down and stares at the sky.

  “Hm...”

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   “See what I mean? But it’s not like I’ve never seen what I look like. I dunno why but I show up in mirrors when I’m in a different world. Once was enough for me though, I try not to look at mirrors there if I can help it.”

   It only notices the imitation when the double winds up pulling out his hair. Immediately, Fukase stops and puts its hand down, tapping an index finger against the branch to compensate.

  “I see? Dunno how you wound up in another world but whatever.”

  His eyebrows raise at seeing them switch their action, suddenly getting an idea.

  He calmly stares the other straight in the eye, slowly takes all of his hair in his hands, and rips his entire scalp off.

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“Yea…” Fukase responded softly, timidly. He still felt scared, even though the doll didn’t seem to know him. Or perhaps, he was merely acting. He couldn’t tell and it was scaring him.

“I’m Fukase as well..”

  “You’re pretty timid, aren’t you?”

  He tilts his head and stares a bit, feeling a little like he’s missing something.

  “I figured you were! I don’t see a lot of other Fukases around here. In fact, the only one other than you I just met earlier today! That is, unless I’m forgetting someone. I have a problem with that.”

  His brow furrows and he tries to think of a different one. Absolutely nothing...

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   “I don’t really think so but why else would I not notice all this stuff?”

   It frowns, beginning to tug at a strand of hair.

   “Maybe it is just you. You can probably see yourself in the mirror anytime you want, right? My reflection’s not all that brave, see, it never shows up here.”

  “It doesn’t? That’s weird. I don’t get to look at a mirror all that often but I can always see myself in it when I do.”

  He smiles, blinks slightly and also tugs at a bit of his hair. Of course, that makes him pull it out. He doesn’t care.

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Fukase couldn’t quite tell if he was telling the truth or not, but if he was, he DEFINITELY didn’t want to bring up their beef in the past.

Taking a soft breath, he tried steadying himself, though he still seemed scared. He still seemed pale.

“I just…. mistook you for someone.” He fibbed, giving a timid look. “Someone I’m afraid of.”

  “Oh, well, that’s understandable! I mean, I bet we all look pretty alike, right?”

  He awkwardly pats Fukase on the shoulder, he really has forgotten.

  “In that case I’m Fukase! But you probably already guessed that.”

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   It frowns.

   “Alright listen buddy, I can’t see myself in the mirror so cut me a break here. I even forget how I look like all the time.” Pausing here, it thinks to itself.

   “I mean, if I had a better pair of vision balls maybe I would’ve caught onto the same outfit thing at least…” It shrugs.

 “Better? Do you have bad vision or something?”

  Well, it’s possible. Not sure how well their left eye worked. Though personally speaking, his was fine.

  “I doubt I could forget what I looked like, but maybe that’s just me.”

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He let out a startled cry and then backed up more, beginning to panic.. look like he just saw a ghost? Well, technically he did. A couple of ghosts.

“I’m fine… just let me go, please..” He said softly, though still afraid.

  “Let you go? Go from what? I’m just trying to figure out why you look so spooked, buddy boy.”

  He folds his arms and takes a good look at this person. Another fukase, huh?

  “I’m not gonna hurt you. Not on purpose anyway. Why would I? I don’t even know you.”

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   “Wh–”

   It freezes, staring at him for a long while before it groans, slapping a hand over its face.

   “Do I need to get my vision balls checked or something? Geez.”

   With a sigh, it puts its hand down.

   “Yep, that’s me. Should’ve guessed you were a Fukase but I didn’t.”

  “HAH--”

  He laughs rather loudly for a moment or two but quickly calms down into just some snickers. How could you not notice? What a riot.

  “Oh, no, it’s fine, not like we’re wearing the exact same outfit or anything, I can toooootally see how you didn’t realize~”

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Fukase had been out doing some things and hadn’t noticed the other at first, though, when he did… He looked up, double-taking as a horrified expression took hold of his features.

It was like all the color had drained from his face, leaving him a sickly white color. Backing up slowly, he turned to run, going by as fast as he could.

  “Woah, where are you going in such a hurry?”

He automatically jumps down runs after, a reflex he has that he can’t really explain why he does. 

  “Are you okay? Someone after your life or something? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

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   “Oh, like one of those ‘idiotms’.” It’s not sure if that’s the right word but it sounds like “idiot” and it does find them pretty stupid.

   Its face brightens.

   “Yeah, a doll. Yep, that clears the clouds a bit. I think dummies and dolls are pretty similar–Second thoughts, I dunno if there’s a difference actually.”

  “All right then! Question answered and misunderstandings cleared up.”

  “Nice to meet ya by the way. I’m Fukase. I assume you’re also Fukase?”

  He takes this moment to finally reattach his arm. He would reach up at the tree and offer a handshake but he’s not really tall enough so he just sits on the ground for now.

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   Blank-faced, it stares.

   “Brightest bulb? I didn’t say anything bout you being a light bulb.”

   It scratches the back of its head. “Maybe, I mean, I dunno how you got me calling you a light bulb from me asking if you were a dummy.”

  “PFFt--”

  “It’s an expression, it means not the smartest person out there.”

  Okay, definitely not picking a fight then.

  “Well I’m not sure what you meant by dummy but I’m a doll. A ragdoll! Does that help?”