Ash was sure he was still dreaming when he saw Bubbles sitting in that uncomfortable chair beside him. But when the man looked at him with his usual cold, blank expression, he instantly returned to reality. This was reality; the Bubbles in his dreams never looked at him like that.
That one always had a smile on his face, the gold flecks flickering in his brown eyes, his body language much looser. This Bubbles was the real one, always sitting with his back straight, shoulders tense and constantly on edge for something lurking in the shadows.
He couldn’t help but feel the disappointment sink into his bones the longer he stared at Bubbles, who was ignoring him to type away on his laptop. He wasn’t sure why he felt disappointed in the two apparent differences; that was a lie. But he would re
