The two of you stood there in the middle of Frankie's room. You both knew that you would have to impersonate Frankie as best as possible until you can find a solution. "Jake," you heard your mother's voice coming from down the stairs, "the money is on the counter!"
"Okay, mum!" Glancing from the door back to where your body was standing up, you made eye contact for a few seconds before you saw your body blink a few times before the eyes opened widely. "What the...," you hear your old voice trail off as it looks down at itself. "Jake?" It says looking back at you. "Is that you?" You make a slight simper as you push a bit of his loose hair sideways.
"Do you not remember what happened?" You say, holding up the pieces of the blowpipe for him to see.
"Yeah... That thing did this... What are we going to do now?"
"Well, until we can fix this, you will have to be me, and I'll pretend to be you." You proclaim as the sides of his mouth struggled not to break into a grin, realising he probably only ever dreamed of something like this happening.
You stood there looking up at him for several passing moments before he starts talking with a bit more enthusiasm. "Well, Frankie," he said, putting emphasis on the name, "I have to go head food now. Best not to make mum mad."
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