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When Mark drove over to turn on the cameras, this was probably the exact opposite of what he expected.
It was around 3 am when Mark heard the phone ring. He was probably meant to be sleeping, but it was summer break. No need to worry about school. However, he did have to worry about whoever was calling.
Luckily, he had a phone in his room, more specifically a flip phone he’d gotten for his birthday a couple of months back. It had taken him honor roll, which always meant stress- wait shit, the phones still ringing.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Cesar. I hope it’s not too la-“ Cesars voice droned through the receiver.
“My guy it’s three fucking am.” Mark interrupted.
“Look, can you just come over? My mom passed out and I need you to come turn on the cameras.”
“Why aren’t you at the hospital?” Mark facepalmed.
“Long story. I’ll explain when you’re over here.” Cesar said plainly and hung up.
Mark sighed and shoved his phone in his pocket. He trudged through his dark house, grabbed his keys and sat in his car. Was he really going to do this? At three am?
Yes.
Mark shut his car door, making sure to lock it. He walked up to Cesar’s house and shuddered. He hated this place, Cesar knew that. He reached for the front door, turned the knob…
“THAT’S NOT HOW CLUE FUCKING WORKS! YOU CAN’T JUST TELEPORT WHEREVER YOU PLEASE!”
Mark heard his friend scream, and his fight or flight kicked in. At least, until he saw Cesar and what was probably an alternate playing Clue.
“Cesar, what the fuck.”
“Oh hey Mark! Lemme deal you in.” Cesar looked over and smiled.
“Cesar I- Is that an alternate?” Mark shook his head in disbelief.
“Yea, and he doesn’t know how to play Clue. Come here, come here, I’ll deal you in.” Cesar glared at the alternate before glancing back at Mark.
At this point, what does Mark have to lose? He sat down and accepted the cards. “Can I be Mr.Mustard?”
After all losing at Clue, Mark stared at the alternate. Cesar had gone off to find a ‘non-ass game’. Meanwhile, Mark and the alternate waited. It was obviously trying to be Cesar, but was flawed in the small things.
“Okay okay, how about monopoly?” Cesar bust in, holding up the box.
Mark sighed. It was now roughly four am. “Sure. I’m gonna use the bathroom while you set up.”
Mark really just needed a second to take in everything, process what the fuck was going on. Then he saw the body of Mrs. Torres. Holy fucking shit. He bit his tongue to keep himself from screaming, and walked backwards into the living room.
“Cesar.” He forced out. He glanced at his own shaking hands. Had cesar always had blood on his suit?
“Did you see the body?” Cesar didn’t look up, sorting the paper money.
Mark snapped. “HOW ARE YOU SO FUCKING CHILL ABOUT THIS?! YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD!”
“Do ya want to be the thimble or the boat?” Cesar’s tone didn’t change.
“I-“ Mark paused. “The boat, please.”
“Mark, you can’t just sit in jail the whole game! Be productive!”
“Fuck you, my cell has a PlayStation”
As usual, Cesar wiped the floor in monopoly. It made sense for the doppelgänger to lose, it had probably never played monopoly, but Mark was a bit astonished. To be fair, he was also hella sleep deprived. And now it’s about 5 am.
“Welp Cesar, I’m gonna be taking my leave now.”
“Okay! See ya at church?” Cesar replied.
“…Sure.” With that, Mark left. He got in his car, backed out, and went home. One final thought plagued his mind.
How much does therapy cost..?