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| Two days after yesterday… |
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—Collective sigh—
"Why the heck are you all sighing?" Taka asked flatly, glaring around the room with a deadpan expression.
Scattered across his room, several clones were sprawled wherever space allowed—on the bed, at his desk, and even on the floor. Each of them held a book on a different subject: math, biology, Quirk History, and more.
Their expressions, however, were anything but pleasant.
"Why else? You're making us do the boring stuff."
"Yeah, why the heck do we have to study?"
"We could be doing so much more, yet here we are, forced to do your responsibilities."
The clones raised their fists in collective protest.
Taka's eyebrow twitched. "You're my clones. Why are you all so damn pesky? You're literally —you should know exactly why this needs to be done."
"Yeah, yeah. You can't afford to fall behind."
"Mr. Aura Farr almost got his ass handed to him by a math question yesterday."
"Boohoo."
Taka pinched the bridge of his nose, massaging his temple.
"Do I secretly hate myself or sothing? Why is it that every ti I make clones, they imdiately start roasting ?"
One of them smirked. "It's just fun to ss with you, man. Since you're the original, we feel entitled to bla you for every cringe thing we've ever done."
"But you're literally ."
"Yeah, but since we're external now, we can finally bully our worst enemy since we were born. Ourselves—as in you."
Taka gave them all a dead-fish stare.
'System, are you sure my clones aren't faulty or sothing?'
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