(!!!) Very serious prompt: robot Mulder!!
Scully enters the house. Their house. His now. It’s been months since she’s seen him, since she left him, doesn’t know why he’s called her here. “Mulder?” she calls cautiously.
She turns and sees him. He’s standing behind the coffee table, empty but for a stale glass of water, congealing water ring spreading outwards. There’s a funny expression on his face. Blank. Guilty. She can’t read him, what he wants.
“Mulder, what is it?” she asks softly.
“I wanted to tell you the truth,” he says.
The house smells awful. Like he hasn’t been cleaning. “The truth? Mulder, what…”
“The truth about what happened eight years ago. When Mulder was abducted.”
Something like horror springs up in her mind. “You’re Mulder,” she says softly.
“I’m not Mulder, Scully. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”
She blinks once, twice. Oh, god, he is worse off then she thought. She never should’ve left him alone. “Mulder, you’re sick,” she whispers. “Here, sit down.” She touches his arm and it is ice cold.
“I’m not sick, Scully. I can’t get sick. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”
“Sit down, Mulder, please.” She feels his forehead, and it is freezing.
“I’m not Mulder, Scully. I’m not even human. I’m a placeholder for your Mulder, the one who was taken from Bellefluer, Oregon.”
She freezes, fingers still frozen against his skin. “Mulder?” she whispers. The horror is coursing through her, cold and real. It can’t be true. He’s lying.
It’s him, but it’s not him all at once. “No.”
“You’re a… clone?” she asks, hating the feel of the word in her mouth.
“No,” the Mulder-thing says solemnly. “It’s so much worse than that.” He pulls away from her, towards the glass of water, and plunges his hand down into it. Sparks fly from the top of the glass. He shakes.