My clone became my son's father

This is such a good day to write and join the Weekend-Engagement concept of sir @galenkp to the Weekend Experiences community. I have been waiting weeks for his newly updated concept every Friday because all the time, the topics he picked were truly beyond good. You know, you have this urge and expectation that those who’d like to join will surely do their best for creating an articulated, imaginative, and well-written piece.

For this week’s prompt, there are three topics you can choose from. Actually, the choices are harder than I thought because they are all interesting. But unfortunately, I have to choose only my topic and expound on it as much as I can. The concept I chose was the weekend clone with the question stating that,

The dark, cloudy sky covered the whole celestial sphere as the moon started to show up. A creepy, chilling, and irksome feeling poured out inside of me when I sat at the old rocking chair. I looked at the heaven above while shaking my head. “It’s time for the greatest invention of all time to happen.” I rose from the chair, stretching my neck side by side to prepare myself for finalizing my crazy invention. A smug look was all over my face.

I was hailed and bannered as the craziest scientist of the century for masterminding unbelievable inventions that won awards internationally. My family banished me when I was a teen boy, but taking up the courage to pursue becoming a scientist. Courted the girl I dreamed of, married for 17 years, and had two beauteous sons. My wife was working as a technical specialist in her uncle’s company two cities away from home.

Two yellowish fluorescent lights hanging on the ceiling, swinging back and forth. The three tables are perfectly positioned at each corner of the room. Lab equipment and tools were piled up neatly on the tables. You will notice many chemicals, different in colors, and some even emitting smoke. I positioned myself, mixing various chemicals into one, then suddenly my son knocked on the door. He was banging loudly which was very uncommon for my son.

I opened the door. He looked pretty exhausted, I guessed they played really hard outside today. He asked me to check his assignments, but I told him to wait for a little while since I was working on my experiment. I was bothered lately for my two sons should need a parent or guardian for the upcoming meeting and basketball game. Unfortunately, it was at the same time, and my wife was on business travel for a week. I’d like to attend, but how can I if it’s at the same time?

I went back to my lab, continued the mixture, and I have nearly perfected it when another bang on the door sounded. “This boy really needs a lesson!” “Carson, just stop! I have to finish this okay, can we talk later?” I shouted. Carson didn’t reply back, so I guess he went off. I was getting another substance when a bang on the door happened again. “Stop! Carson, just stop!” My head burst in anger, and I didn’t notice I put the wrong substance in my mixture. It smokes exponentially, its color changes from indigo to Fuschia, and it started to boil.

To my surprise, I touched the smoke and I didn’t feel anything. But then, a couple of minutes later, I started to feel itchy in my hands going up to my arms, neck, chest, and until it reaches all over my body. My breathing stops, my head hurts, and my skin peels off. As if my whole body and soul were removed from me. I lost consciousness from the pain, and I woke up facing a mirror. No, it’s not a mirror, but my other half, “a clone?”

My sons knocked on the door, and I hid my clone in the bathroom. They entered the lab and nagged me for I haven’t cooked since it was time for dinner. I apologized to my kids and ordered food because I have no time to cook. Everything went fine that night, but in the morning was the final match of my son’s team in basketball while the other one has a parent and child meeting in his school. I instructed my clone to become the “father of one of my sons” in the meeting. Fortunately, he agreed since he had the same mind, personality, and rationality.

The basketball game started while on the other hand, the meeting as well. We texted each other about what was happening, what my kid did, and where were they eating meals. He sent me tons of pictures and videos. I was glad my son didn’t confuse and suspect anything. As the day went on, the game ended winning my son’s group. Although he was not the MVP, I was still proud of what he had done for the team. We went to his favorite restaurant along Kebpon’s Street.

I kept my sons busy so they wouldn't notice and wonder why their brother wasn't there. The fun continued as I bought him shoes, shirts, and boxers. My clone asked if they could go to a bar near the university, and I agreed. I thought it would be a good idea to get my son drunk so he could sleep early, and it worked. We all went home at the same time around 11 p.m. I told my son to wait a moment because I needed to tell him something, but it was just a distraction for my clone to come in first.

"All right, let's get started!" My son was perplexed, but I didn't mind. "Go now, leave the car," he said as he banged on the door, and I let him do it once, just once. I completed all of the tracks that my clone completed. I let him sleep in my lab and then locked it. When I went to check on him the next day, he was gone. I panicked and yelled loudly enough for the entire room to hear. However, no one responded. That's when I noticed his clothes in the bathroom, picked them up, and discovered a jelly-like creature. "Are you serious? You became a slime?”