A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Too Much Arin Pt. 1

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Synopsis: Arin gets cloned. Keenveins of Tumblr fame has this amazing clone AU that I wanted to try my hand at <3

Arin was cloned. It was pretty easy to do with a strand of hair and a machine. Well, it wasn't cloning exactly...it was more like taking his personality apart and making them separate people.

"You're not gonna believe the shit I just did," Brian said triumphantly, practically kicking the door open. "I'm a fucking genius."

Arin looked up from his sandwich feigning disinterest, though he loved hearing about Brian's inventions and discoveries. Suzy continued testing eyeshadow colors on Barry and Dan, though her ears were also focused. Ross seemed to wake up from his midday nap just for the announcement.

"You need to see it to believe it," Brian continued, his grin only growing. "I'm about to blow your mind with this shit."

Everyone followed him to where the beanbag chairs were and awaited the dramatic reveal of whatever was under the torn up curtain Brian used to cover up his invention. He kept his toothy grin until he tore off the curtain and pointed to what looked like a giant grey police box.

"You woke me up for a Tardis replica," Ross groaned, turning to leave. "Fuckin' thing isn't even the right color-"

"No, you idiot, it's a cloning machine. Check this shit out."

Everyone scoffed with rightful disbelief and waited with baited breath. Brian smirked and pressed a few complicated buttons and the machine whirred to life.

"Arin, I used a stray hair you left when you shed all over me, so this should be interesting."

Arin looked flattered for a moment and then scared. It was impossible to know what was in store, but he trusted Brian with anything science related.

Everyone watched in stunned silence as the machine whirred to life. Brian pushed a few buttons and with a flood of fog, the door opened. There was something breathtaking about the silence until there was a soft clicking on the floor.

"Shit, I dropped my pen," an all-too familiar voice blurted out. "Goddammit!"

"What," Dan murmured, looking over at Arin. "Did you say something?"

Arin shook his head slowly. The fog finally dissipated and the first clone stepped out. He looked just like Arin, but his blond streak was bright blue. He wore long Pokemon sweatpants that were rolled up to his calf and a blue pastel Sailor Moon t-shirt. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the cat ears on his head. He looked as if he was going to say something but dropped to his knees to find the pen he'd apparently dropped.

"Fucking move, asshole," another voice grumbled.

"Get off my foot, you clod, I just had a pedicure," a third cut in, his voice a little valley girl-esque.

"Can someone find scissors? I got my fingers stuck in the Chinese finger trap again," the last voice asked.

Finally, the three other clones stepped out. For all being parts of Arin, they were all so incredibly different. Brian's smug grin grew as he awaited a response.

"Nope. No. Too much Arin," Ross muttered, trudging back to where he'd been napping earlier.

Dan immediately took a liking to each of the clones. Even after everyone had dispersed, he was determined to give them names and examine them.

"I have to go pick up the baby," Brian said abruptly. "Don't break anything."

"We won't," the clone with a blue streak replied, waving cheerfully.

"Oh, I know you won't. I was talking to Danny and Arin."

Arin rolled his eyes and Dan affectionately held up his middle fingers. After Brian had left, all they wanted to do was explore.

"We should name them or something," Arin murmured, looking each clone over carefully.

"They wouldn't just have your name," Dan inquired.

"Nah, that'd just get confusing. And I mean...they aren't even all me, are they? They're like...my puppies or something-"

"Uh? Well, how do you name...clones?"

"Fuck, I dunno..."

"Wait, shut up," Dan said suddenly, taking the hand of the clone with the blue streak.

In cursive, two words were printed on his wrist. The words simply read: Big Cat. Dan grinned and ran his fingers along the fresh text.

"Big Cat! That's what I call you sometimes," he chuckled, turning back to Arin. "I guess we'll call this one Big Cat."

"So, do we just wait for weird tattoos to appear or...?" Arin asked, running his hands along the purple streaked clone's face. "Ah! Here it is on his hoodie: Baby Bear~"

Dan was excited now. It was like being a parent or something. The clone with the black streak searched his own body for any words. He found it and grinned, lifting his shirt. Two small letters were etched in jagged letters on his hip: Ar.

"Guess my name's Ar," he said with a shrug. "Wanna see if there's anything written below the waistband," he added winking at Dan.

With a flushed face, Dan ignored the quip and approached the last clone.

"Your name better not be on your dick," he muttered, cupping the clone's chin.

"You'll just have to see for yourself," the clone answered, applying more lipstick to his lips.

He leaned in for a kiss, which Dan nervously dodged. The clone whined, dropping the open lipstick.

"That was Cupcake by Tyler Oakley and if you made me fucking lose it, I'm gonna suck your dick until it falls off," he groaned, dropping to his knees to look for where it'd rolled off to.

He crawled under one of the desks, scanning the floor with his eyes with terrifying attentiveness. Arin jabbed Dan in the ribs and silently gestured for him to turn his attention to the clone's ass. They both tilted their heads to try and read what was written in pink sparkly cursive across his pastel panties.

"Baby Girl," Arin said aloud. "Well, that was easy. Big Cat, Baby Bear, Ar, and Baby Girl. We'll get them collars or name tags or something."

"What do we do now," Dan asked, looking the clones over curiously.

"Uh...fuck, I dunno," Arin muttered, shrugging. "What do they even like?"

"We like whatever you like, dipshit," Ar answered as if it were obvious.

"So, what you're saying is, you all wanna fuck Dan?"

"Just as much as you do...some of us more than others," Baby Girl purred, hugging Dan's arm.

"Jesus Christ, everyone needs to chill," Dan said hastily. "We'll figure this out later. For now, you guys just...I dunno, fuck around. Do whatever clones do. We have work to do."

Arin nodded in agreement and they started to walk to the recording room. The clones followed until Dan turned back and held out a hand.

"Hey. No. We go in. You stay out."

"But-" Baby Bear protested.

"No. Out. We'll be done in a few hours. Chill out."