H̶̰̥͚͔̳̐͛͛͆̕͠e̵̘̋̒̽̈́͘l̷̯̝̻̈̈́̇l̶̡̦͙͙̗̞͂͗o̸̱̫̗̻̾͊̒͋̉ ̷̮̼͚̏̀̊ͅŞ̴̡̫͚̏͜ȧ̸̭̲̰̖͇͍́̉͆̍̕r̸͙̐͒̃̃͘ȧ̶̤̝͚̤͎̝h̶̹̮̠̘̦͂̌͘͜
“Hello Suguru.” I said, staring at the creature before me, “How are you feeling today?”
Ǐ̸̡̭̜̳̰̏͗ ̶̙̠̓̏̈́̚a̵̺̎͋̌m̶̛̛̺̲̼̑̎̌ ̵̖͎̣̩̆͝d̷͇̞̐ṏ̵̹̙͕͔́̕į̶̛͍͚͈̀͂ń̶̤̐g̷̣͖̀̋ ̸̨̦̩̘͉̎̓w̴̢̲̺͓̓̄e̵͂̀ͅl̸̛̲̝̦̙̥̅̂̋l̷̪͂̂̊,̷͈̺͂̍͜͠ ̶̖̀̑͝ţ̷͍̞̈̏̓̿́h̷͇͈͈̅̐̒̚a̴̠͍̬̪͋̽͒̚n̴̰̗̞̼̂̀k̶̡͉̙̳͐͒ ̶̘̼͒̏͋͊y̷͎̹͇̫̣̑̎̉̀̎o̸̜̰͐ṷ̵̢̭́̅̎̍̕
My gaze fixed on his familiar silhouette. A sense of déjà vu washed over me as I studied the simulacrum sitting before me—a perfect replication of my dear friend. The details were uncanny, from the way his hair fell in silky waves to the gentle calm voice that echoed eerily similar. Yet, as I reached out, there was an intangible hollowness, a subtle reminder that this wasn't the friend I knew but a mere reflection of flesh.
I winced, looking over at Shoko, “Are you sure it's not sentient?”
She nodded, “Positive. It's only been trained to say these things. He's been given memories and I've taught him Geto's speech patterns so he should be practically identical by the time we need it.”
“What are we going to do with it until the big day?” I asked, “Is it gonna be okay?”
“Well, it needs to sleep a lot.” Shoko said, “So was thinking of just freezing it in with the corpses on the morgue for a while.”
The false Suguru sat in a metal fold out chair. Everything about his looks was identical to Suguru. His hair, his eyes, even the way he smelled. However there was just something off. Something off putting enough to make him frightening. Maybe it was how he blinked, or how he breathed, but it set off all the danger alarms in my brain.
Yet he sat still, hands together nicely in his lap. Wearing those same monk robes with his hair tied back, he looked perfectly tame. Even his expression was purely serene.
“Does he do anything?” I asked flicking my eyes to Shoko, I couldn't take my eyes off it for long.
“Not really. I don't think he has enough consciousness to do anything.” She shrugged, “He just sits there unless I give him a task.”
I grimaced again, “Ugh that's making me sick.” I turned to leave the morgue, “I'm gonna go sit out there.”
She nodded, “Alright.” Then she turned to the Simulacrum again. Giving it something to watch on a small television, she stepped back out.
“I know, it's really freaky.” She said, leaning against a metal table with her arms crossed, “Don't let it get to you. I promise, he's really barely above a robot. He doesn't even need to breathe, I just told him too and taught him a natural interval.”
I put my hand over my belly, the baby kicking at my hand as if acknowledging my distress, “That thing feels like we've done something horrible.”
“Yeah, I get that.” she agreed, “But if it's to save Geto I don't care.”
I agreed this time, “Absolutely. I'd sacrifice way more than some weird creature to save him.”
Shoko smiled a little, “Speaking of Geto, how's the convincing going?”
I gave her a look and she laughed, “That well huh?” She sighed, “He always was stuck in his ways. It's not like I don't get where he's coming from, but it's pretty fucked up.”
“Satoru is already planning how to snatch him when the big day comes.” I said, leaning back a little, “He's going to try to use some kind of restraining object so we can make sure he won't leave the Rope Trick.”
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That Time When I Fell Down the Stairs and Became a Jujutsu Sorcerer
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