I am a Shadow, the true self!

[Slivius]

A true story by Slivius Mayar

Prologue:
This story starts roughly seven years ago on a dark and stormy night, because all epic tales start on dark and stormy nights, and I actually don’t recall the weather.
I got a call from a friend of mine. He had been to a local Fantasy Fair the other day. He had seen me in the crowds, but I hadn’t reacted when he called out to me. He had assumed I was just out of earshot, but he was wrong. I had never been to that fair, spending the day at home, studying like I always did. I wasn’t one to attend Fantasy Fairs at the time.
The conversation ended awkwardly. Neither of us believed the other.

Chapter I:
Five years later, I had entered university and as such arriving home early was a rare treat. My mother was walking through town one day when she saw me cycling across the street. Or so she thought. She called out to the boy, and he turned her way, but it wasn’t me. His hair was of the same color and length as mine, and his clothes, bicycle and even his face were similar to mine, but not identical. He turned away and continued cycling down the road.
Later that day, she told me what had happened. I was intrigued and wanted to meet this supposed “doppelganger” of mine.

Chapter II:
A few months later, as I was waiting for my subway to arrive and take me to the train station, a woman approached me. She was roughly sixty years old and seemed to study my features for a short while.
“Excuse me,” she said. “Are you Martin?”
“No I’m not”, I replied, slightly flabbergasted.
She seemed a little disappointed.
“You look just like him.”

Chapter III:
Another few months passed, and once again I found myself at a subway. This time on a different station though. I was on my way back home when a man with short, combed hair and a suit approached me. Naturally weary of 45 year old men who approach me on the subway, I decided to ignore him. He didn’t react in kind, however.
“Hey there,” he spoke in an awfully friendly tone. “I haven’t seen you in a couple of years, do you remember me?”
“Not at all,” I said. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I didn’t quite trust him yet.
“I’m an old colleague of your father’s. We worked together at XX company. How’s he doing nowadays? I haven’t seen him either since I transferred.”
XX company was indeed the company my father worked at a few years ago.
The conversation continued. I told him my father had since been reassigned to a different city, and he was sorry to hear that, since that would no doubt mean his travel time would increase.
At the next stop, he got off.

Later that day, I visited my father and told him I met a colleague of his on the subway. He asked me to describe him so he could tell me his name (I was reluctant to ask him in the subway). After a rather lengthy conversation which involved me trying to describe someone I just met in exquisite detail and my father racking his brain trying to figure out who the man was, we decided that he actually didn’t know my father or that my father couldn’t remember him.

Chapter IV:
Three weeks later, I met the man on the subway again. Same station, same time, same man. He approached me again, asking how I was doing. I told him I was fine and that my father sent him his regards, which he didn’t btw. He seemed happy and asked me to tell my father he sent his regards as well. As he exited the subway at his stop, he greeted me right before the doors closed:
“Goodbye Martin!”

Oh you have got to be kidding me!

Unfortunately, I have never met him since.

Chapter V:
The next few months were rather uneventful regarding rumors about my doppelganger. But then, one night when I was roaming the town with my friends in search of a nice pub, one of my friends stopped some cyclists to ask for directions. One of them, a girl, suddenly pointed at me in recognition and said “You’re that guy from the restaurant! You’re the expert, right?”
I told her I had no idea what she was talking about, and she met someone who looks really similar to me in the restaurant she works at. My friends shrugged and the cyclists had to move on. In their hurry, I had forgotten to ask the name of the restaurant.

Chapter VI:
Just a few days ago, as I was walking with my mom to a restaurant, I ran into an old teacher of mine. She had taught me acting/ drama a few years back. She waved and smiled at me.
“I’m currently teaching your little brother!”
I smiled.
“I somehow doubt that.”
“How come?”
“I don’t have a little brother.”
“Oh my bad. I must’ve had you confused with someone else then.”

To be continued…

tl;dr massive spoiler:
I have a doppelganger/clone/replica/identical stranger living in my city but I've yet to run into him myself.
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Also known as Sliv, Slivvie, Quilvius, Slivendiferious, and slivijizzisious

Ruilus wrote:

Holy hell. Yesterday was a blur of wine, whiskey and brandy. I can't remember where I left my sofa.

[Junkos]

Talk about awkward. I only got confused for another persona one time or two on a bus, but that's it. And it's weird that you didn't met that stranger again after calling you Martin.

Still, please tell us what happens when you face yourself.
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[Prester Guild]

[Suikoden2]

It'd be hilarious if they were on TSF.
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[Arn]

Good things don't happen when you face your doppelganger.
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Time is essential to the heart. Feelings can't be on and off like interrupters.

[Ryuuka of the 7th Flame]

Historically no, but you do get some pretty nifty showdown themes out of it.
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The ember is dust before the wind...

[Slivius]

I'm really just looking forward to freaking people out together.
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Also known as Sliv, Slivvie, Quilvius, Slivendiferious, and slivijizzisious

Ruilus wrote:

Holy hell. Yesterday was a blur of wine, whiskey and brandy. I can't remember where I left my sofa.

[Ryuuka of the 7th Flame]

Yeah, that'd be great. Do it!
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The ember is dust before the wind...

[Taiyz]

On the internet, Martin is a Pokemon fan using the handle Snivius.
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Dr Pepper.
It's an intellectual drink, for the chosen ones.

[Archer]

you must kill him before he kills you and takes your place
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[Ziggaway]

NegaSliv

[Slivius]

Hahahaha, Zigg, that was awesome. ^^

I like how the movie handled NegaScott.
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Also known as Sliv, Slivvie, Quilvius, Slivendiferious, and slivijizzisious

Ruilus wrote:

Holy hell. Yesterday was a blur of wine, whiskey and brandy. I can't remember where I left my sofa.

[Abicion]

[Falcom]

True, what I would give to see two Abbys in a room doing hot and steamy things with each other ohohoho.
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SEN NO KISEKI | BLESS XSEED! | My Backloggery | Falcomriffic

[Slivius]