[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOq6jH4cvbA]???[/url][/h3]
	[color=yellow]"He just left when he got bored, didn't he?"[/color]

	Sato awoke to the sound of a very familiar voice. He tried to push himself off the cold ground, but the world was spinning and his head was buzzing. Part of him wanted to stay there, stagnant and unchanging. Nothing bad would happen if he just never woke up.

	[color=yellow]"Sometimes I feel like I'm just a conduit to her, a window to a life she wanted to live..."[/color]

	That was his voice. But he hadn't said it, nor thought it. Curiosity the only force pumping blood through his body, Sato rose from the tiled flooring, shakily supporting himself on his knees with both hands on the ground.

	[color=yellow]"The lesson here, I guess, is that people are tools to your own end."[/color]

	That was definitely himself saying those words, except Sato had never said or even thought them. Was he hallucinating...? The room kept spinning, the walls blending into the floor and the furniture skewing in a surreal fashion in all sorts of directions. As Sato's brain started to straighten itself out, his vision finally returning to normal, the room didn't do either. The furniture remained stretched and oblong, lights pale and flickering and sparking, atmosphere suffocating.

	[color=yellow]"Oh. You're awake, excellent! Sorry if my talking woke you up, I was practicing my monologue for drama! Y'know, that club you never go to but makes you look cultured so you signed up?"[/color]

	"What...?" Sato could hardly register anything that was happening. The teen pushed himself onto his feet once he stopped shaking. Standing on top of the desk before him, was... him? A figure clad in a doctor's attire stood on top of giant office decor, throwing a clipboard with papers on them to the ground. The most confusing part of this all was that this person had the same face and same body as him. The figure jumped down from atop the desk and made his way over to Sato, who took reflexive steps back as the being circled him.

	[color=yellow]"Have a good nappy-poo, me? Let's say you did; great! So our first patient for the day is... Rokurou Ishihara! That sounds like a bucket of fun, doesn't it? I was thinking we get him thinking we're his friend, but then we make those other losers think the same! Y'know, pretend we're on both sides, right? Sucks to be them because in reality, it's none of those things!"[/color]

	"That's not true! Rokurou and I have been friends ever since I joined the archery club!" Without thinking, Sato blurted out a response to the words spoken to him. The other Sato brushed past the real Sato. The air around the doppleganger felt stale and sickening, the short distance between the two making the glowing yellow eyes of the clone all the more visible.

	It rolled its eyes. [color=yellow]"Yeah, that's exactly what everyone else thinks too. It kinda pisses me off. But we know that we just want what they have to offer. Not that you can blame us, since being club president is a pretty good ego binge. That feeling of superiority is just [i]sooo[/i] my drug. Having an excuse not to go home is pretty good too I guess. It's just so pathetic there, not a suitable place for someone of our level of intellect and skill. It kinda has this air of 'I'm a loser who did nothing with my life and my husband left me because I'm ugly', y'know?"[/color]

	"T-that's not... How did you..."

	[color=yellow]"How did I what? Know exactly what you were thinking? Well, that's because I [i]am[/i] you. And we're all that matters, right? We're the MVP, the hero, the protagonist, and everyone else is a sidekick waiting to serve their use to us. They can go die after for all I care."[/color]

	Sato was speechless, responseless. Everything that was just said, he couldn't deny never having thought. None of these were foreign ideas. Before the doppelganger could open its mouth again, the sound of doors opening and footsteps approaching broke the deafening buzzing ringing through the room. Sato stumbled around to see who was coming in. To his shock, a party lead by that Rui Shinichi kid had barged in. Hamada, Chiaki, and some other girl he couldn't quite recognized composed the rest of the group. Behind him, the other Sato cooed with what was probably delight.

	[color=yellow]"Front-row seat spectators, I see. All the better if everything can hear why I'm the greatest there is."[/color]

	"G-guys, this isn't--" Sato stammered out, but the fake interrupted him, suddenly a lot more angry.

	[color=yellow]"This isn't [i]what[/i]?! Don't kid yourself, this is what we've both been thinking for a long time. It's not my fault they couldn't handle a taste of the real world. I'm one of the best archers in kyuudo, and I would've gotten highest in my year if it wasn't for that Ayano fucker. She can go eat a dick for all I care, probably cheated anyway. I'm on a solid path straight to becoming a doctor, and you all are just stepping stones on my path to greatness! If anyone even calls me the 'f' word, it takes every fiber in my being to not tell them how wrong they are. I've yet to meet anyone that I would even consider to be my equal, or even close to me. They think they deserve everyone playing nice with them, when all they do is sit on their asses and spread their mediocrity around. What this world needs is people like me, hard-working and talented. People like me are the priority. I'm all that matters! Me, ME, [b]ME[/b]!"[/color]

	"No, shut up!" Sato shouted, face contorted into a grimace. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! YOU'RE NOT ME!"

	At those words, the other Sato's anger faded away into some kind of sick enjoyment. Instead of continuing on with its temper tantrum, it merely started cackling as it began to buckle over onto the ground. A shroud of shadows consumed its figure. For one brief second, it felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked away, before the dark mass exploded with a wave of force that blew Sato back. [url=http://i.imgur.com/M2BYkuM.jpg]A grotesque being filled the room, puppets from its fingers.[/url] Sato was incapacitated at the feet of the rescue party, the shadow swaying in anticipation.

	[color=yellow]"Take a cue, you maggots! Get out of my way or I'll make sure you never get in it again! I'm not above throwing insects like you under a bus-- literally! Kgyahahaha!"[/color] It cackled again in a way that shook its whole lanky body, rattling the puppets' joints together. A battle was about to begin.