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clark wasn’t crazy.
he doesn’t care what his wacky therapist has to say. or kat—or bobby!
but when he found that little door (??) in the wall—he might’ve thought he had one too many beers.
but now he’s standing in front of this monstrous version of—his mascot. and the only thing he can think is…
“no doubles, please.” clark finds himself saying before he can stop.
captain clark stares down at him.
‘what?’ captain clark thinks—and clark can hear him! they’re…telepathically connected?
“i said,” clark starts again. “no doubles. please.”
the two stare at each other—wondering how this all happened. captain looks around before waddling forward.
‘i’m the original.’ captain thinks. ‘i’m better.”
“no—you’re not, son.” clark finds himself scoffing, fixing the wrinkled tie on his neck. “how long you been here? since the store opened? buddy, i OPENED the store.”
captain gurgles. ‘as long as i can remember.’
clark squints—glancing around. who does this fakey think he is?
“listen, guy,” clark gestures with his hands. “you don’t got the looks—you don’t even have the help!”
‘the two teenage lovers?’ captain looks desolate.
clark can’t actually argue with that. but kay and bobby were good help! sure, they’ve made out in the bathroom more times than he could count—but that’s normal teenage stuff!
“well, i don’t appreciate doubles.” clark scowls. “do no interact with me.”
‘you started it, shortie.’
clark gasps—he’s a cool six foot! suddenly, captain must realize he’s supposed to kill this guy. because he suddenly lets out a roar and clark books it to the exit.
he runs around every corner, mumbling under his breath. “shit, shit! must be some sort of..fiction—
captains footsteps follow closely behind him as clark runs even faster. high school track, please don’t fail him—
clark dives through the wall, immediately taping a mirror to it so the monster can’t get it. he pants, gasping for breath while sweating.
“fuck..”
“CLARK, THE RAT IS BACK!”
kat’s voice rings out from upstairs and clark groans.
“coming!”
clark shoots one look back at the mirror before walking back upstairs, his footsteps heavy.
stupid double.