You were a Let's Player.
Key word being "were".
Until last week, you were living a normal life of playing games and living off YouTube. You did pretty well for yourself, and even ended up moving to L.A . Surrounded by fellow friends and youtubers, you lived a hectic but rewarding life.
Until last week.
On monday, you saw videos of yourself you don't remember taking. Your gameplay was exceptional, and you were more charismatic than usual. You just shrugged it off as a forgotten memory, thinking you just couldn't remember those videos among all the others you've made.
On Tuesday, your saw tweets by you that you didn't remember writing. Nothing too out of the blue, just updates and video hype. You shrugged it off as drunk tweeting. But the grammar was too good to be drunk writing. That's where you failed.
And on Wednesday, you fucked up big time.
You opened your apartment door to see that someone was already home. Shoes you didn't recognize are at the door, and a familiar coat lay on one of the hooks. You took out your phone, ready to call the police in case of anything. Taking of your jacket, you hear someone calling out to you from your room.
"Hello? Who's there?"
Your blood ran cold. That wasn't someone.
That was you.
You shook your head. I'm hearing things, that can't be me. It's probably Andrew playing one of my vids to bother me, you told yourself. Walking further into your apartment, you heard rapid footsteps approach.
Out of your bedroom, a figure slides across the floor and looks at you. A feral look in it's eyes resembled a panther, ready to pounce.
You never realized you could look to menacing.
You...or who ever this was, ran at you, full speed. You tried to run away but tripped and fell in your ass. They pounced right on you, grabbing your throat and...trying to kill you.
You fought and fought but they where just so strong.
Your vision was starting to fade.
No.
Not like this.
You couldn't go out like this.
You kneed and kicked the doppelganger off of you in one final blow, knocking it off.
You scrambled to your feet and bolted to the door. It looked so close but felt, so far away.
You where right at the door when you felt arms around you, swinging your body 180° right into a wall.
You felt bones breaking, cracking beneath your skin. The force of the throw was of inhuman nature. You couldn't move. No amount of fear or adrenaline could get your body up.
You managed to look up just in time to see yourself looking down on you.
A horrible, corrupted smile spread across their face.
They lifted their foot and brought it down with the same inhuman force as before.
You were dead before their foot even touched you.
