NON Sam and max stories (mostly THSC)

Two sides of a mirror 1/2: An uncanny resemblance

(art by thegreatrouge) 

It was a normal day In the toppat base, and Burt was hanging out in one of the break rooms, sitting down and having a coffee like he normally does.

Suddenly, small hands cover his eyes.

"Guess who!" says a swedish-accented voice.

Burt was unphased, this had happened before.

"Hmmm... well, I'm guessing you're my boyfriend, but I could be wrong." he smirks. "Svenny has bigger hands than that, yours are like dolls hands."

Sven removes his hands. "My hands aren't that small!" he says, angry.

Burt giggles, looking at him. "Hey sweetheart."

Sven humphs, sitting next to him. "Hello dear." he scoots closer.

"I have a question," he says.

"Ok, shoot." Burt responds.

Sven looks a bit nervous. "Do.. Do you believe in evil and good twins?"

Burt looks at him. "Twins?"

He smirks. "Well, I know that twins exist, silly."

Sven shakes his head. "No, not like actual sibling twins, like someone who isn't related to you, but looks like you, but acts like the exact opposite of you?"

Burt looks confused. "Um... any reason you asked..?"

Sven adjusts his hat. "Well, on our last mission, me and some others had a run-in with some government soldiers, and one of the guys in particular caught my eye."

Burt tilts his head. "Really? How so?"

Sven "Well, that guy... he.. " he takes a deep breath."

"He looked exactly like you." he says.

Burt feels a little nervous.

Was he... talking about charles...?

"Really...?" He asks.

Sven nods. "Well, except he had fully green eyes, and wore red headphones, and his hair was a different color." he said, tapping his fingers. "And that guy was the most enthusiastic soldier I'd ever seen, he kept making up these weird little jingles as we were fighting..."

Burt's spine goes cold.

That was Charles all right..

"S-so i was thinking, since the resemblance is uncanny, maybe that guy is your spiritual good twin!" Sven says, smiling. "Since we're evil, y'know...!" he says with a giggle.

Burt says nothing, looking nervous.

Sven looks worried. "Um... Burt? You ok?"

Burt snaps out of it. "O-oh yeah i'm fine.. Just.."

He scoots closer. "Uh... can we talk? After work is over?"

Sven nervously nods. "U-um, sure, love."

Burt pats his shoulder. "I-it's nothing you did, babe, I just have some... personal things i'd like to tell you."

Sven looks relieved, nodding. "Oh, of course, you know you can tell me anything."

Burt smiles a little. "Good."

~later~

Burt was in his room sitting on his bed, waiting for sven.

He was mentally preparing what he was going to say.

He hears a knock on the door. "It's me." Sven says.