Brett and Sink pushed Rhett and Link into a dark room and closed the door.
" G-guys? What are you doing? "
Brett chuckled and turned on the light. The room was not very big, and all they could see where clothes nicely folded in shelves and a big makeup-table with a mirror in front of it.
" We're getting you guys ready for the show, silly. What did you think we'd do? "
Link looked around and fidgeted slightly. On the table were combs, hair products of all kinds, concealer, a pair of those whitehead removing tweezers and some screen and glasses cleaning.
" We're just goofin' off you know. Come on, lets do this. "
Brett pulled his light blue t-shirt off and pulled on a yellow one that looked identical to Rhett's. Same color, same print, it even fitted the same. Sink did the same thing, pulled the teal hoodie and red t-shirt off and put on a colorful flannel.
" See, this is were it gets weird. We even have the same clothes. " Link whispered to Rhett.
" It's probably a coincidence. No big deal. As if it wasn't weird enough that we found these guys in the first place. "
" Well, looks like we're pretty much ready. " Sink said cleaning his glasses off.
They left the room and greeted with everybody waiting for them on set.
" This is Stefie, Freddie, Axel, Jan, Bessa and Gorgen. " Brett introduced the crew members. " You've already talked to Stefie from what I've heard. "
" Well. Rhett, Link. We were thinking of sitting you at the desk, and then the real Brett and Sink pop in and say "Let's talk about that! ". Are you guys okay with that? Then we'll move on to some questions to see how alike you guys really are, and it'll end on the second set. But that's a surprise. " Freddie smiled.
Rhett and Link met eyes for a second.
" Yup, totally. Let's go with that. "
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
