April: Perfection

Perfect Cesar
70
He smiled as he thought. "How about the park?" he suggested. "I haven't been there in a while and it's a nice day out too."

Moby's World
The room was empty. Every light had been turned off but one, a lamp hanging above the dinner table. Every few seconds, it flickered, causing shadows to dance and flit across the walls. In the center of the weak, off-white spotlight was a plate laden with food. 

Moby
72
Moby rubbed his eyes, heart still pounding from the nightmare. Upon realizing all the lights had gone out except for the one, his mouth grew dry and his palms sweaty. He glanced at the plate nervously. It seemed so purposefully placed there. And where was everyone else? They seemed to just have vanished. Ohhhh, I knew I shouldn't have listened to Viola...

Moby's World
A shudder seemed to go through the lamp, as it began to swing. Creaking back and forth, light flickering violently, the voice that whispered in Vincent's ear was only barely audible.
"Go back to sleep."

Moby
74
At this point, Moby just about burst into tears from fright, not able to move as he sat there on the couch pitifully. Watching the light swing back and forth for what seemed like an eternity, it finally clicked in his mind that he should run. Getting up, he sprinted for the door, nearly tripping, and fumbled around with the doorknob for what felt like another eon. When it finally swung open for him, Moby bolted out into the street. Everyone's cars were gone. In fact, he couldn't see any signs of people anywhere in the neighborhood.

Perfect Vincent
75
Vincent, seeming to have expected the kiss, placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend's cheek. He slung his other arm around Ricardo's neck and leaned into him, glad for the fog that surrounded them.

Ricardo
After a few moments, Ricardo pulled away, hiding his blush by turning to the lake. The water reflected the misty white cover of the world. His own bright red face rippled with the icy water, next to--
He blinked as a cold jab of fear punched into his stomach. No, that couldn't be right. For a second, it almost looked as if a large, shadowy... thing was in Vincent's place. Despite the briefness of the dark reflection, he could perfectly remember the rows of needle-like, silvery teeth; the hollow eyes that reminded him of starless patches in the night sky. He could remember it too well, too well for a half-second of vision in a rippling and foggy lake. Almost as if he'd seen the thing before.

Viola
Viola was breathing hard as she turned the corner, finally locating Moby's familiar face. Only... it was strange to see him with brand-new glasses and clean clothes. He looked obviously well cared-for; where there had once been sharp edges of hunger pangs was only soft roundness. For once he looked healthy. The glimpse of him only sped her steps, running pushing her towards him with loud yells. "MOBY! MOBY! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

Moby
78
He looked towards the source of the voice, seeing Viola. "No! Get away from me! Y-you're a monster!"

Viola
The word monster pierced her, as if Moby had just thrown a knife that headed for her chest. Briefly, she thought back to the other Moby-- the one that she had escaped only an hour earlier. What did his Viola even do to him? She continued running towards him, eyes wide. "Moby! It's me! The real me! I'm not the fake one!"