Jim stared back at the other standing less then ten feet away from him, head cocked in the same manner, though the other tilted his head in the opposite direction.
“And who, might I ask, are you?” He said in his most pleasant voice possible, though he felt how his jaw set too tightly, making his bones ache.
“Oh, Jimmy, I thought you of all people would figure it out.” The other replied, his familiar smirk growing all the wider. Slowly, his head tilted, falling to the other side in the same manner Jim’s own was. “I’m you!”
Jim could feel his eye twitch in the slightest way. He looked at the other— this double of him up and down. Everything looked exactly the same as him, but reversed. White hair, white suit, white-on-black eye that held just as much insanity as his own dark eyes. The two stood at the same height, in the same way, but Jim noted how this double’s weight was held on the wrong foot.
He took a step closer, looking at the finer details. Everything was the same, except—
His gaze landed on the dark, hollow hole that should have been the double’s right eye. It was empty and held a black void that almost sucked Jim in, almost.
Jim blinked. He sighed, looking away, straightening his back, and dusted off none-existent dirt from his suit. “No,” he finally said, “You’re not me. You’re just a bad copy that ran out of ink.”
I made doppelganger!Moriarty on accident today. The picture wasn’t supposed to be so in depth…but then I worked on it for four hours and it just sort of turned out this way, so I decided to post it. I hate how I used such shitty paper, but I had no idea, because this was supposed to be a sketch…but then I broke out the ink…