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Files - Identical Colors

DAT Files - RP -Identical Colors
Main Characters - Jacob and David

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The man's eyes ping-ponged around the small confined room. It was dark and red tinted. He had locked himself in here, clutching an orange keycard.

The guards were still outside. They were just facility guards. Not those elite guards wherever they were. He hardly escaped them.

The bullet wound in his leg told another story enterally. But that wasn't the point. He wasn't dead. At least not yet.

He had worked very hard for this keycard. It was only orange. The color as his jumpsuit. An ugly shade of orange. He hated the color orange. Why couldn't it be blue?

At least it wasn't grey. Grey the same color as the guard uniform. At least it wasn't blue either, at least not the same shade of blue as those elite guards. Though the shade was so familiar. At least it wasn't grey.

He could still hear the guards outside talking about how to get him out of the room. They didn't have a keycard. Thank god for that. He knew that it wouldn't stop them though.

He had to find an exit.

But there wasn't one.

Only exit was the one the guards were swarmed over.

He was doomed. F.cking doomed.

He managed to get away from all the other creepy crawlies in this forsaken facility, but now he was going to end up dead due to bad planning. It wasn't f.cking fair!

He was going to die down there. In the depths of this dark place. Not knowing who he was.

HE DIDN'T KNOW HIS NAME.

WHO WAS HE?!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HIM, PLEASE.

Then, there was a bit of a commotion outside the door, knocking the man out of his thoughts.

"Hey, why don't we just find a keycard?" Guard One asked. "Wouldn't that just be easier?"

"You kidding? The moment we leave the Disposable will escape, you idiot." Guard Two snapped. "How did you become a guard when you are so damn incompetent?!"

"Or worse we will get ambushed and all end up dying like dogs." Guard Three backed.

"Yeah but-" Guard One was cut off by the sounds of footsteps coming their way.

He recognized those footsteps. It was the elite guard. Sh.t, they were here now?! No, wait... That was only one set.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Elite Guard suddenly asked as they stomped towards the facility guards.

"C-Commander Duplicate! Uh, we-we, I," Guard One stammered.

Commander. Elite guard, Commander. Oh god, he was screwed. Duplicate though... Didn't those 'add ons' to their title, code names, mean something? Who the f.ck would get a code name of 'Duplicate'??

"A Disposable locked himself into the room and we can't get him out." Guard Three replied quickly to save Guard One.

"Alright, does he have a weapon on him?" The Commander asked.

"Yes, certainly, he shot Hean dead." Guard Two stated.

Right, Guard Four, now known as Hean. He had shot at him, so he shot back with the pistol he got. It had killed them? Not his fault. They shot first after all.

"Alright, I have a keycard. I'll be dealing with this from now on, run along." Commander Duplicate said.

"But-" Guard Two started.

"I said go." Duplicate said, his tone sounded angrier now. He was higher in rank than all of the facility guards combined after all and they were trying to give * him * orders? Idiots.

The man heard several sets of footsteps heading away from the door. The guards had left. Leaving only the elite guard, Commander Duplicate.

The man heard the swipe of a keycard, and the door opened. He gripped the heavy pistol in his hands and took a shot the moment the door opened, successfully missing Commander Duplicate, but only by a few inches.

This didn't seem to deter them at all. They stepped into the room and shut the door. The man had the gun pointed at Duplicate's head.

But Duplicate hadn't even glanced in his direction.

"You damn Disposables, how the hell did you get your hands on a keycard-" Duplicate glanced over at the Disposable. He then to do a double take.

Why did he look familiar?

"Brother?!" Duplicate practically shouted, rushing forward.

"GET THE F.CK AWAY FROM ME. WHO ARE F.CK ARE YOU?!" The man yelled pointing the gun in a more threatening manner.

"It's me! David! Sh.t, of course, you don't remember me. Those damn anesthetics ..."

"What the f.ck do you mean?!" The man snapped.

"Jacob-" Duplicate David started to explain.

"Jacob? Who the f.ck is Jacob?"

"You. You are Jacob. My brother." David looked like he was about to cry. "You don't understand, do you? Of course, you don't."

The man, Jacob, kept the game pointed at David's head. He was a guard, an elite guard which only made it worse. He couldn't trust him obviously due to that.

But.. David was clearly heartbroken. That was due to him right?

"You're lying," Jacob stated. Goddammit, he was referring to himself by that name. The name this * liar * gave to him.

No.. He wasn't a liar was he?

His hands were shaking now.

The gun felt heavier than ever.

David didn't seem scared. Just...

Disappointed? Mad? Jacob couldn't tell.

Jacob couldn't bring himself to look David in the eyes. His eyes caught a section of the wall that was more reflective than the rest, like a mirror in a way.

Duplicate's name made sense all of a sudden.

The face of the man in front of him stared back at him.

What the...?

David must have noticed he was staring at the reflective surface.

"I'm not lying. Doesn't that reflective whatever prove it?"

Jacob didn't reply. He just kept staring, then a short glance between his reflection and David.

"What even happened? Why are you a Disposable now?! I've been trying to contact you for weeks!" David was getting closer at this point.

Jacob finally came to his senses apparently. Holding the gun tightly, he shouted, "Step the f.ck back!" as he pointed the gun back in David's face.

"Jacob..." David sighed. "We aren't kids anymore, Jacob. That's not going to work anymore."

David didn't seem scared of him at all, even with Jacob's threats.

"Just because you don't remember anything, doesn't mean you've changed. You haven't. Not at all," David held out his hand with a sigh. He had a hurt yet determined look in his eyes. "Give me the gun."

Part of Jacob wanted to cry. What was going on?! This was all just too much. He had gone to staring at white walls in a small blank room, unable to recollect anything outside of it. It went from running around to save his life as people shot at him and monsters devoured other people in orange jumpsuits, o just... This. An elite guard in a blue uniform, claiming he was his brother.

His hands were shaking once again.

"I.. Ju.." Jacob began to say but he had no idea what words were supposed to come out of his mouth.

"Shh, just give me the gun Jacob. It'll be okay. I promise." David inched a bit closer.

David slowly raised his hand to touch Jacob's. His grip loosened on the pistol after a moment, letting it slide from his hand to David's.

This gave David a small smile. He was right. Just because Jacob couldn't remember he was still the same. Always acting fierce and tough but in reality, he was truly scared and vulnerable. Lost, looking for guidance. And David had always filled that role for him.

David pocketed the gun.

"It's going to be okay. I promise." David reassured, going to hug Jacob.

It hurt when Jacob tensed. It really did. But that was okay. David was going to help him. After all, he made him a promise.

Jacob still wanted to cry. He leaned on David. He trusted him. They actually were brothers, weren't they? They looked the same after all. Why was it still so hard to accept that?


"Come on Jacob, we need to get you out of here," David said. "Here just hold this and follow me."

David pressed a blue keycard into his hand.

Blue, not orange.
Blue was always his favorite color.