The 21 year old man had just gotten out of a convention for fon tech. It was the annual convention for the fontechies out there and he had never missed a single one. All the inventions and gadgets made him giddy like a little school girl. There was also fewer women there which was always a plus for Guy.
Once returning to his new home in Grand Chokmah, he took a long shower and sat in his bed. There was one thing wrong with this picture though, the house was unlocked, the servants didn’t welcome him back, and things were not where he last left them. What was going on?
He sought out the answer only to run into a doppelganger of himself.
"That’s a pretty good costume you got there. Might I ask how you got into my home?" He questioned, thinking that there was no way it could be a replica. It just had to be somebody that admired him and dressed up like him… fomicry was dead.. right? Right….