Derek looked around at the crowd, thinking he should probably be enjoying this, but he wasn't. A kid approached him with his lip pierced in exactly the same place. He held out his forearm to show a tattoo of a fist near his elbow. Derek looked down at this own arm to find one identical to it there. He reached over and grabbed the other kid's arm, sure it was only painted on. He rubbed it with his thumb to find that it was not. Derek backed away from him, a horrified expression on his face. When he reached the edge of the crowd, he turned away and broke into a run. He ran out of the house and a block or so down the street, before he collapsed onto his knees.
((^Darth's longest post since... who knows when 😎 ))