The Suite Life X

30 - Nightmares and Reunions

There was a place London Tipton always went to whenever the world felt particularly big and confusing for her (like when she would do press tours for her father's company among many, many other times).

Said place, of course, was her own little slice of the Tipton, made up in her head, complete with the twins causing their usual brand of chaos, Mr. Moseby and Carey trying to deal with them as best they could, Maddie handling the candy counter, Esteban doing...doorman things, Arwin testing out some gizmo...

Pretty much the works were there. She could spend, do, and draw whatever she wanted and enjoy every minute of it. No stupid sea school she had to go to, No Maddie moving away to college...

...no people younger than her making her look and feel stupid...

...no tabloids mocking her behind her back...

...no nagging concerns about inheritance...

...no unshakable feelings of loneliness no matter how many people are around...

...no secret fears about being rich...

...no need to hide who she truly was.

Here, she felt natural, normal. Everything made sense...

...which was why what she saw around her now immediately set off alarm bells.

"Where...? T-This isn't home..."

The template of the hotel was there, but the lime green and gold she was used to had decidedly taken on a more white and yellow appearance.

It certainly wasn't her color.

What was this?

She found herself having to actually try to ignore the creepy, piercing gazes of a face she didn't recognize as she made her way past them and through the elevator and to her room.

...or at least, what was supposed to be her room.

Her massive penthouse suite was replaced with a blank, white void. In the middle of it was yet another copy of that face, only this one was clearly the leader, as it looked the most like a person instead of a robot.

Honestly, part of her wanted to get ahold of the designer of that beautiful white three-piece suit he was wearing, not to mention that gorgeous golden gemstone around his neck...

No! She shook her head to snap herself out of it. Focus, Londie, Focus!

"Who are you, and why are you in my head?"

The pale skinned man, who didn't look much older than her, casually ran a hand through his black locks. "Me? I'm no one too special. As for why I'm here, well, why not?"

To her, this guy was only getting more unsettling by the second. "Get out. Now. This is my home, not yours. Take your weirdo clone things with you too and change everything back to the way it was before!"

"What if I like it here?" The man asked in an innocuous tone, stirring a finger around what should've been the blanket of her bed.

The heiress warily took a fighting stance. "I can just kick you out by force, Buster. I know martial arts!"

"You don't want to do that."

She hesitated for a split second before responding. "Y-Yes I do. If that's what it takes..."

"Really?"

"Really."

"What a shame..." The man seemed to stare off into space. "And here I wanted to think we could have helped each other."