[center] [h1] Matthew and the Fool King [/h1] [/center]

‘Arg’ Matt woke up on the ground with a headache, he remembered walking to the doctors but the rest was blank. Looking around he found himself in some sort of small town hall open room.. with a throne? Matt had no idea of where he was, but before he could get up to walk around a voice boomed out from ahead.
“Bow, for the great Matthew is here” a voice identical to Matt’s but much more obnoxious resounded in the room before the owner stepped down from where the throne was into Matt’s vision. He looked identical to Matt except for his yellow eyes and…. unique getup. 
He wore a cloak fit for a king over casual clothes and wore a farmers straw hat with a crown on it, he was also holding a sickle. The fake Matt looked like some missfit farmer who tried to dress like a king.

Dumbfoundedly looking at the person in front of him Matt sat up.
“who the hell are you supposed to be?” was the first thing that came from his mouth.
“who am I? I am the magnificent Matthew Harvester, one who fools all into liking him, the superior of all the worthless fools” The fake Matt introduced himself as Matt.
What the hell was going on? was it some strange dream? no the headache was real enough.

“What the hell? I am Matthew.” Matt protested to the fake.
“yes I, you, we are the same, the one who acts the fool to draw people in before snaring them into doing what we want, we tie others down to stick by us and we remind them how superior our intellect is to theirs.”

This man was a fool, a foolish king, a tyrant of a fool. The things he said made no sense… forcing others to follow him? he would never do such things…

“oh how rude of me it seems we have guests. Welcome Peasants to my kingdom. Bow before me and bask in my greatness.” the fools king directed his attention to the now open door. It seems neither Matt had notice it open.