̶U̶̶n̶̶c̶̶a̶̶n̶̶n̶̶y̶ ̶S̶̶m̶̶i̶̶l̶̶e̶̶s̶ (Remix)

Woke up late to a silent street, No cars outside, no passing feet. Phone said Tuesday. Clock said four. Someone was breathing outside my door. Three slow knocks. Then my own voice said "Let me in." Looked through the glass, nearly lost my shit, There I was on the porch... Except That wasn't it. Same black hoodie, same scar on my chin, Same stupid grin I was holding within. It tilted its head when I tilted mine, But always moved just behind the time. I backed away. It pressed to the glass, Face went liquid like melting wax. Eyes rolled sideways, jaw went slack, Then purple flesh swallowed everything back. Bloop. Little purple blob on the welcome mat. Oh. Fuck. I know what that is. DITTO. Then every phone on the street lit up, Every television suddenly cut Emergency broadcast: DO NOT APPROACH ANYONE YOU RECOGNISE. Too late. Someone downstairs just laughed like Mom. SAME FACE! WRONG SOUL! SOMETHING PURPLE TOOK CONTROL! SAME EYES! WRONG SKIN! IF YOU LET IT TOUCH YOU— IT GETS IN! Copy the body! Copy the brain! Copy the pleasure! Copy the pain! Tell me who's real when everybody you know— GOES DITTO. Ran downstairs—Mom stood by the sink, Pouring orange juice but forgot how to drink. Dad read a newspaper upside down, Sister kept smiling without making a sound. "Morning." All three said it. Same pitch. Same breath. Same second. Nope. Turned for the door Mr. Mime blocked the hall, Invisible hands pressed flat to a wall. I yelled, "MOVE!" He looked fucking terrified. Then something purple crawled out from behind. It touched his foot. His whole body shook. His face went blank. Then he calmly looked— at me. Raised one hand. And smiled. ...traitorous bastard. SAME FACE! WRONG SOUL! SOMETHING PURPLE TOOK CONTROL! SAME EYES! WRONG SKIN! IF YOU LET IT TOUCH YOU— IT GETS IN! Copy the body! Copy the brain! Copy the pleasure! Copy the pain! Tell me who's real when everybody you know— GOES DITTO. Outside was worse. Officer Jenny had Jenny behind her, Both yelling, "RUN!" while pointing at each other. Nurse Joy came sprinting out of the mart— Then another Nurse Joy. Then another. Then four. Pikachu on a rooftop screamed at the street, Electricity snapping underneath his feet. A hundred purple faces looked up at once. Every one smiled. Pikachu said— "...Pika?" Bad move. Purple wave climbed straight up the wall. I didn't stay to see that fucker fall. I ran through alleys, kicked through doors, Poké Balls scattered across the floors. Every ball opened. Every creature inside... was already smiling. I found a basement. Locked the door. Checked the windows. Checked the floor. Checked my hands. Ten fingers. Good. Checked my eyes. Still mine. Good. Checked my mouth... Purple. No. No no no no I bit my tongue until blood came through. Red. Thank God. I'm still Wait. Why is it turning blue? Why is it turning... purple? DIT-TO. DIT-TO. DIT-TO. Don't say it. DIT-TO. Stop. DIT-TO. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD! Which head? Memory one: first Pokémon caught. Memory two... I forgot. Mother's name? Gone. Father's face? Gone. My own reflection? Something's wrong. I punch the mirror— hand goes through. Glass doesn't break. My fingers do. They stretch like gum then snap in place. And suddenly... I understand their face. That stupid smile. That empty calm. No fear left. No alarm. Because Ditto doesn't murder the host. It copies everything... until there isn't enough original left to know you've been replaced. SAME FACE! SAME SOUL! FUCK I CAN'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE I STOLE! SAME EYES! SAME SKIN! I DON'T KNOW WHERE I FUCKING BEGIN! Copy the body! Copy the brain! Copy the memories! Copy the pain! Tell me who's real when everybody you know— IS DITTO. Someone's knocking. Three slow knocks. There's a frightened kid outside. He looks exactly like me. He's screaming "Don't open the door! That's not you!" I smile. Unlock it. "Don't worry." "It's me." Ditto.