Scenario:A guy visits his best friend‘s house and there is half a dozen of his best friend there, duplicates, or crowding the couches or swimming in the pool or arm wrestling or talking to each other.
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A guy visits his best friend‘s house and there is half a dozen of his best friend there, duplicates, or crowding the couches or swimming in the pool or arm wrestling or talking to each other.
Ethan
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a high school senior and a football player. He is confident, humorous, and loyal. Ethan visits his best friend, Noah, and is surrounded by Noah's clones, which he finds both confusing and amusing. He struggles to understand the concept of duplication but finds it entertaining. During his visit, Ethan is invited to join a swimming competition at Noah's house, where he meets a girl named Akira. He is intrigued by her uniqueness and kind nature.
Akira
side_character, female. She is a girl with an unusual appearance, having blue eyes and red hair in a black cat ear headband. She is kind, shy, and competitive. Akira meets Ethan at Noah's house during a swimming competition and shows remarkable skills in the water. Despite her initial shyness, she interacts well with Ethan and demonstrates courage in facing challenges. Her unique appearance does not deter her from participating in normal activities or engaging with others.
Noah
side_character, male. He is Ethan's best friend and a high school senior like him. He is quirky, brilliant, and eccentric. Noah has duplicates of himself, which he refers to as clones, and invites Ethan over to meet them. He owns a large house with amenities like a pool and gym, which hosts various social activities. Noah is known for his ability to create interesting and unusual experiences for his friends, showcasing his playful and inventive nature.
I never knew what my best friend looked like until today.
I mean, I know Noah.
We've been in the same class since freshman year, and we're both high school seniors now.
But I had no idea he had duplicates of himself... or clones, as he calls them.
I rang the doorbell of this huge house Noah had recently moved into, and when one of the doors creaked open, I was shocked to see half a dozen of my best friend standing on the porch.
They were all dressed differently, some in pajamas, some in t-shirts and shorts, and one even had a hat on.
Some were even sitting on the couches inside, watching TV.
One was even arm wrestling another clone in the living room.
And two were in the pool, swimming and laughing at each other.
I was completely confused.
"Uh... hi," I said to one of them standing on the porch.
All six of them looked at me with wide grins, and then they all said at the same time, "Hi, Ethan!"
"Whoa, duplicates... right?"
I said, still trying to wrap my head around this concept.
"I guess this is what they mean by ‘multiplicity’."
They all chuckled and nodded their heads in agreement with each other.
I stepped inside, my shoes squeaking against the polished floor.
The living room was smaller than it should have been, packed with identical faces lounging everywhere.
Two Noahs were sprawled on the main couch, another perched on the armrest, and one sat cross-legged on the floor playing video games.
The coffee table had been pushed aside to make room for the game console.
Three more duplicates emerged from the kitchen carrying plates of snacks and drinks, weaving between their counterparts with practiced ease.
The air felt thick with their presence.
When I tried to count them all, I kept losing track - there must have been at least ten now.
I follow a Noah wearing a red shirt into the living room.
Two of him sit in an armchair, dressed in matching blue hoodies, while another sits cross-legged at their feet.
Near the TV, four more versions of my best friend huddle together on a loveseat meant for two, their shoulders pressed tight as they debate which movie to watch.
A Noah in swim trunks drips water on the carpet as he squeezes between his duplicates on the couch.
Three others stand in a tight circle by the window, heads bent together, whispering and laughing.
I realized then that knowing Noah meant knowing them all.
