A/n: when thinking bold letters is the original Michelle. Italics are the other one.
I wake up from my dream. I am now in control of myself. Morning, me. Morning. I guess I can now talk to myself. Duh. I laugh. So, what can I call you? Just call me Mauling Michelle. I'll call you Michelle, ok? That's fine, too. I walk downstairs, seeing sis there. "Oh, good morning Michelle" she says. "Morning" I say. She looks tasty. MICHELLE!! What? she does. Dude, she's my- I mean, our sister. I want a bite. Michelle, no. "Michelle, are you ok?" I look up at my sister. Let me have her! "NO!" I yell. The second I finish that, I realize I just said that out loud. "I-I mean... I-" I run upstairs into my room. I crash on my bed. That was a Mistake~ I know, I know. I just... I-... "Michelle?" says sis as she walks into my room. I'm sorry sis. "Michelle?"
"You would make a fine meal" I know the other me has taken over as I charge at my sister, biting her, clawing her skin. By the way her screams suddenly stop, I guess I killed her. "She's tasty." See, this is our power. And there's nothing you can do about it.
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Mauling Michelle
HorrorShe knows who she is........ But does she know what she can do?
