George Flinn was a 25 year old collage graduate, who was a relatively fit guy who worked as an athletic trainer at his local gym, though he mostly spends his day sitting in front of a computer. He was relatively pale, had light chestnut hair, and brown eyes. He was a very easygoing guy; chatty, friendly, an relatively intelligent. George was single, and lived in a small apartment that he was just able to pay for. He didn't have an exiting life, but that all changed one fateful day.
It was a cloudy Friday afternoon, when it all began, and George had just finished his shift for the day.
"Bye guys, I'll see you all tomorrow." He said to his coworkers as he left the gym, and walked towards his car.
On his way to his car, something caught his attention. In a bush near his car, he saw a faint yet noticeable pink light flicker. He reached in to find the source, and saw that it was coming from a small black rock, about the size of a tennis ball.
"Woah, what the hell? That's weird." He said in amazement.
George then reached in, and grabbed the rock, and studied it. The rock itself was completely ordinary looking, yet it frequently emitted a pink light, and flickered with pink static, but it didn't harm him. George then began to hear rumbling thunder coming from the dark thunder clouds, and so, he took the rock with him, and drove to his apartment. As he arrived there, it began to drizzle, and he rushed out of his car, and inside his home. He took off his shoes near the entrance, and placed the mysterious rock on a table, and noticed that is was now glowing pink consistently, without flickering.
"This is so strange." He said to himself, gazing at the rock's pink glow. He then began to smell something bad, but realized it wasn't the rock. "Oh, man, I smell like ass. Better go shower before it drives me crazy". George said to himself.
After a quick shower, George put on a clean pair of shorts he usually sleeps in; a plain back t-shirt he had left inside the bathroom. Once dried off and dressed, he walked out of the bathroom, and froze up when he saw what was on he other side of the door. George Flinn found himself looking at another George Flinn, perfectly identical in every way, who looked at George with the same bewildered expression on his face.
"What the fuck?!" Both Georges asked aloud in astonishment.
"Who the fuck are you?!" George's duplicate asked, clearly astonished.
"Who am I? I'm George Flinn, the owner of this apartment!...well tenant, really, but still." George barked back.
"You can't possibly be the tenant of this place! I'm the tenant of this place!" The duplicate barked back.
"And just who the hell are you!?" George asked.
"I'm George Flinn, the owner of this place... I mean tenant... Ooh, whatever, I'm the guy who lives here!" George's duplicate replied.
"This too weird." George though aloud, taking a moment to take in what was currently happening. His duplicate took this as a sign that continuing to be freaked out wasn't getting anywhere, and took a deep breath.
"Yeah, I know." He said.
"I mean, how is this even happening?" George asked.
"I don't know. One second I'm waking out the bathroom, the next, I see another me walking out of it." George's double said much more calmly.
"How do you think I feel? I walked out of the bathroom, and I see another me right in front of me." George replied.
"Well, I think you might have felt the same way I did. They aren't very different scenarios.." His duplicate replied.
