JDH/Mr.Harris

FULL NAME: Lololowka/Lololoshka.
NICKNAME:
JDH / John Davey Harris (himself)
Lololowka Davey Harris (in the Lucky Charms docs)
John
Davy
Harris
Compañero (Sanchez)
Johnny (Sanchez, Lololoshka)
Smart, genius alter ego (himself)
Cheeky, smug, sexy... (Molly)
Doppelganger (Dylan)
Blockhead (Jodah)
Chatterbox (Raya Prime)
Evil Twin Brother (Never, Mrk'grsh'traklar)
Holy Fool #2 (Never)
Longweed (Gimlin)
Little Interworlder (possessed Alfred, Bishop Lukiy)
Cute (Lololoshka (not realized)).
GENDER: male.
TYPE: human, interworlder, worldwalker, demiurge.

FAMILY: Lololoshka (alternate version)
Alexandra/Sasha (dead sister)
Molly("ex")

"Greetings, grateful audience, here I am, JDH! And yes, I wear glasses under my mask! [...] The transcript is here! John Davey Harris. So, you can just call me John. Or just Davey... Harris, by the way, you shouldn't call me, it's not polite to address a person by his last name."
JDH (John Davey Harris) is a key character in the seasons. He is an alternative version of Lololoshka from another universe.

JDH's appearance is almost identical to Lololoshka's. Instead of the usual hoodie and pants, he wears a white business suit, and his scarf and glasses are orange instead of blue. When he first appeared, he had an orange Interworld mask on his face. His body is an exact copy of Lololoshka's, with the exception of different fingerprints and eye color.
The main distinguishing feature of all planeswalkers are pupils in the form of small pointed stars with four ends. In demiurges (inter-planeswalkers) they are mostly black, and in ordinary planeswalkers - white.

Unlike Lololoshka, John is not distinguished by his silence and good nature. He is very emotional and talkative, so he often interrupts his interlocutor. Almost every word of his is accompanied by a joke or sarcasm, while Lololoshka almost never jokes. John grimaces a lot and generally behaves frivolously, like a child or an "adult hooligan". His actions are spontaneous and unpredictable. John often behaves toxicly and indifferently towards others. He chooses words perfectly to competently humiliate his opponent and show how brilliant and smart he is, which, however, cannot be called a lie. Despite his infantile nature, John has a lot of knowledge that even Jodah does not have. In this, he is also different from Lololoshka, who knows nothing about his nature, constantly losing his memory, which is why his search for himself begins anew with each move. Due to his character and selfish nature, he does not have many friends. The only person who could be with him for more than five minutes was Molly, although John did not value her, even at the peak of their relationship. He considers only Simon Solus as his friend, and for him he is also a "thing", because he created him. In the season "Heart of the Universe" he began to gradually merge with Lololoshka, and therefore began to show more empathy towards others, as well as smooth out his character.
Is partly a dark empath (Dark empaths use their ability to feel other people's emotions, to predict them, to control and manipulate people for their own selfish purposes. Often these are extraordinary and talented individuals. They can abstract themselves from difficult emotional situations, without experiencing any feelings. And this, by the way, is a very useful feature for some professions. Such people are useful in the field of crime investigation and in providing medical care, when working in a morgue).

Planeswalker Abilities:
Moving between worlds;
Adaptation to the environment;
Void magic;
Increased endurance;
Slowed down aging process.
Experience over hundreds of years of life and phenomenal memory. Knowledge about the structure of the multiverse and time paradoxes;
Knowledge of many spells, some of which he invented himself. Time management[1].
Performing extremely precise calculations.
Oratory and talent for persuasion.
Increased resistance to anti-skin.
Can communicate telepathically with Lololoshka.
Breaking the fourth wall.
Sanguimancy (blood magic).

Possesses high intelligence and extensive knowledge, NEVER LIES, ideally has mastered oratory skills, rhetoric and persuasion.

John led the stationary project "Universal Vacation", the goal of which was to create an analogue of Vidomnia from the reality of Lololoshka, only with a more humane slant: to create a place or a paradise for all planeswalkers, where they will never again experience cruelty and rejection of them as a species.

1. It was light and warm around. The fresh summer grass pleasantly caressed his feet. The sun quickly warmed his cool body, because in the building where he had recently been, there were air conditioners everywhere. The air was sickeningly fresh: it gave off notes of childhood and smelled of grass. This place felt familiar and safe. Around where he stood, there was a huge meadow with various wild flowers, and in the distance there was only one huge tree - a willow. If you go up to it, you can see a swing hanging on its huge, strong branch. He sits down on the swing, starting to swing. He notices how the sensations on his feet changed from soft grass to a slight chill, and his body was covered in goosebumps again. But this cold was not like in the building, but a pleasant, summer cold. As far as we know, it is summer here almost all year round. If the patients of this hospital want snow, they will make it for them without any problems. But this part of the territory, or the other building, was empty. It belonged only to him and a dear person. He, lost in his thoughts and thinking about how people lived outside the hospital, saw a figure of a person in the distance approaching him. He stopped the swing, stood up and ran to meet him, hugging the figure. This was the only person he knew here.
   “I see you like the swing now, ?͘?a?͝ot??̊?” he, unfortunately, did not hug back, but put his hand on the other’s head and ruffled his hair.

• Yeah. Let's go swing? - He began to weakly pull him towards the swing, but he refused, shaking his head.
  “I would be happy to, kr???͐?̊?̐a, but it’s time for you to get checked out,” he carefully took him by the arm, leading him towards the building. The only building located here.
• Why do I need all these procedures? I know that it's to restore my memories, but... - he removed his hand, running somewhere to the side, to the center of the field, joyfully spinning around his axis, - I like living like this! Even if I don't remember anything, I don't care! I can create new memories, brighter ones! They will eclipse the old ones! I feel happy without them.

He came up to him, smiling. But he stood his ground. It was hard to convince him. Lo had done it many times.
“Lo,” he approached him, putting his hands behind his back, looking down, “This is for your safety and health.”

• Is this a bad idea? Your drugs make me feel bad. Why can't we live together side by side? I could help you with other patients. Why did I become this patient? - Lololoshka said in bewilderment, crossing his arms over his chest.
  "Because you, like other patients, need help. And the drugs will help you regain your old memories," he answered calmly. Lololoshka had heard this answer many times.
• So you don't agree with me?
• Let's do it without unnecessary questions, okay? Let's go, - the man's mood began to fade, and Lo noticed it, so he had to obey and go for an examination. Maybe this time the results would please him? He hoped so.
  But each time, hope slowly disappeared from his heart.

2. He brought a video camera and a radio receiver with him, placing the camera on a tripod opposite the bed, and the receiver on the bedside table. He was a fan of old retro things, so the equipment was made in a similar style. This gave an eccentric atmosphere, and with the camera even a creepy one. As if he was filming a documentary. He turned on the radio receiver and tuned the waves: modern pop music began to play, which turned out to be to his liking. He began to smoothly, dancing, move towards the camera, turning it on and adjusting the focus on the bed on which his assistant was sitting. Although the assistant was only a name. It would be more correct to call him a patient.

• Hello, hello! It's me, the handsome, smart and unique JDH! - he stretched out his abbreviation, standing in front of the camera, still dancing to the music, - Today, this wonderful young man named Lololoshka and I will show you a dance!

He stepped aside and used his hands to show the guy sitting on the bed. His appearance left much to be desired: pale skin, bags under his eyes, his left arm was bruised near the elbow, his face showed no emotion, and his eyes were empty and darker than the night itself. The only thing that was okay was his clothes. The comfortable uniform that patients in this hospital wear - a white T-shirt, white pants, white socks and white slippers. Everything was white, including the room they were in. The clothes looked fresh and ironed, which stood out against the pale Lololoshka. He also had a bracelet with physical condition tracking. John Davey Harris himself developed it specifically for patients. But Lololoshka's bracelet was different from the others - location tracking was added to the general functionality. He loved to run around the entire hospital too much, which made it difficult to find him. He loved it. The patient did not even move when John introduced him to the camera. He crossed his arms in displeasure and frowned.

• Sorry, he hasn't had much sleep, so his appearance leaves much to be desired. But I'll cheer him up now! - John said energetically, making excuses, as if an audience was watching him. He walked up to Lololoshka, took him by the hands and pulled him towards himself. He, like a rag doll, gave in, without even batting an eyebrow or saying anything. John put one of his hands on his shoulder and took the other in his palm. He started to move, but there was a problem. Lololoshka was just dragging along the floor.
  "Argh, what's wrong?" John asked discontentedly.
  "I... Don't want to dance..." Lo said quietly and slowly, starting to remove his hands. But John grabbed them and put them back.
• Beauty, let's dance? Like before! You really liked it! - he said, not listening to his patient assistant and starting to move to the beat of the music. Lololoshka had to be pulled towards himself, since he refused to move at all.

"I don't want to dance," Law said a second time, but louder and more firmly. John didn't care, he led him into the area in front of the camera, starting to spin with him. Almost falling because of the weakness in his legs, Law pressed himself, and after a couple of movements he pushed off John with all his might, stepping back.
"I don't fucking want to dance, I told you!" Lo shouted, looking at John with displeasure. It's very easy to get a patient in such a state to experience violent negative emotions.
"But, babe, you liked dancing with me! Has something changed?" John pretended to be a fool, walking up to Lo and spreading his arms out to the sides. He knew that he could fall at any time.

• Enough! You know perfectly well! Leave me alone for at least a day, my ears already hurt from your sickeningly sweet but nasty voice when you talk to me! - Lo said in one breath. John didn't like it. Oh, how he didn't like it. He walked up to Lololoshka, swung his hand and gave her a hard slap. Lo recoiled, falling to the floor and clutching his cheek. It hurt.
  "Don't raise your voice at me," John said coldly, shaking his hand as if he had touched something unpleasant and dirty. He took thin black gloves from the pocket of his white jacket and put them on.
  Lo looked at him from under his bangs as coldly and indifferently as John looked at him. He stood up, quietly hissing in pain; he went up to the camera and kicked the tripod, thereby knocking it over onto the floor and breaking the lens. In order not to get hit on the head by John, Lololoshka quickly walked out of his room to the loud indignation of others, heading for the exit to the courtyard of the building.

3. I don't remember how I got here. It was as if life didn't exist before I arrived at the hospital. I didn't know who I was, what my character was, or how I should behave. Whenever I tried to remember something, my head would start to hurt, which is why I abandoned the idea. I remember the first time I found myself in this room. Usually they call it a ward, but for me it's just a room where I can take a break at any time. Hospitals are unlikely to have wards that well-appointed. White ceiling, walls, tiles on the floor.

A comfortable bed, a bedside table, a desk, a wardrobe and a large beautiful window. The view from the window was beautiful: a huge field with bright, green and fresh grass; a willow nearby, on the branch of which a sturdy swing was made; a forest was visible in the distance. Later I found out that the forest was only a name: there were only a couple of real trees there, and further on there was a digital image of a dome. The entire territory of the hospital was covered with it. I didn’t even notice it, they told me about it. Knowing that the sky is not real, it becomes somehow sad. This meadow belonged only to me. And the swing on the willow too. Why they isolated me from everyone - I don’t know. But they promised that soon I would be transferred to the general building! In the meantime, I could enjoy the swing. I don’t know why they made it for me, because I’m not a child. But it turned out to be cool. Sometimes I would secretly take the radio from John's room to rock out to different music and think about everything under the sun. For example, about what the patients from the main building might look like. I could only guess at that. By the way, about John. He is my only friend here. He says that I am his twin brother, but inside I have conflicting feelings about these words, so I just consider him a friend. He is strange. He often says abstruse words, praises himself and moves unusually, like in a movie. But he promised that he would return my memory. I believe him. Today was the first day of procedures. Molly, John's assistant, injected a syringe into my vein. After that, my chest hurt a little. I don't know if it is related to the treatment or not. Also, Molly also has sparkles in her eyes, like John and I, only white. I am often in my own company and I like it. They treat me like a child, especially John. It irritates me. I think I've been here for a week or two? I don't remember. I often sleep, which is why I've lost track of time. Yesterday they gave me a notebook and a pen and pencils. Like a kindergartener. But I don't mind. This will be my diary now. I wonder how long my treatment will last?

Lololoshka sat on the grass and read a book. It was a classic: "Bird's Nest" by Shirley Jackson. Unfortunately, John only had such psychological literature, and he would have liked something light: for example, romance or adventure. Outside, or rather in the dome, it was sunny and warm as usual, a little windy and cool. Lo often went out to read in the clearing after the procedures: this way he felt better mentally and physically. The "memory restoration" injections did not help, but only made it worse. Lo told John about this, but John fed him with empty promises, saying that everything would be fine. Well, Lo thought about it again. Having closed the book, he sighed heavily and felt pain in his chest. Everything still hurt. Lololoshka saw John in the distance leaving the building. He was heading towards him. Lo opened the book again and pretended to read. He was tired of John, so he often wanted to be alone with himself.
"Hey, cutie!" Harris walked up to him and ruffled his hair.
“Hello,” Lo smiled.
"I have a present for you! I made it with all my anatomical heart!" John said happily and took a small box out of his robe. Lo was immediately interested and put the book aside on the grass. It was very easy to arouse his interest.
Lololoshka accepted the gift: he began to examine it, turning it around his axis. Then he opened the box and found a metal bracelet with a display. Lo took it out and examined it from different sides. The word "Roma" was engraved on the back.
"What is it?" Lo didn't bother guessing and asked. He looked up at his copy.

• This is your personal bracelet. Every patient has one. It will measure your physical condition: pulse, steps, breathing. And it also tracks your location. - John said happily, actively gesturing.
  "Tracking his location?.." Lo thought nervously, swallowing. Did he want to follow him even in the most secluded corners of this building?

"What's this?" Lo pointed to the set of letters on the back of the bracelet.
“This is your new name,” John smiled contentedly.

• “What? Why? I have a name,” Lo asked, confused.
• But now you will be Roma.
• Why? Maybe I should decide what my name is? Why are you deciding for me? I'm not some kind of pet, - Lo was indignant. John rolled his eyes, because he didn't like it when things didn't go the way he wanted.
  "Roma..." John said, ignoring Lo's words. He looked down at him and carefully took his hand, took the bracelet and put it on his wrist, "You're Roma now. And no buts!"
• No, John, this is too much! I will not be Roma! - Lo began to remove his hand to take off the bracelet, but he grabbed his wrist tighter. With each attempt, the grip tightened and it became painful, - John!
• Let's not fight. You can be good, right? Just accept my gift and a new name, - John said with a nervous smile, sharply yanking the other's hand towards himself. Lo barely sat still and almost fell.
• But this is madness! John, what's going on? - Law asked with excitement in his voice. He didn't understand what was wrong with his "brother". They always had a good time! Yes, John was sometimes irritable, but he was the closest to Law and seemed to understand him better than anyone. But now...
• Listen, - John sighed heavily, - I want you to be called Roma. Is it so hard for you? You will still be Lololoshka, but for me you will be Roma. I treat you, support you and spoil you. And in the end, this is all your gratitude?
  Lololoshka wanted to say something, but he lowered his head, feeling ashamed. But really, John does everything for him, and he? What does he do for him? It's very ugly of him. Well, so what if they call you Roma, but your real name is Lololoshka. And he will remember it. You just have to pretend for John, so that he will be happy. Lo wants John to be happy, right?
  “Okay, I’ll be Roma...” Lo said quietly.
  “Well, that’s better, cutie!” His expression immediately changed and he let go of his hand, gently patting the copy.

4. Lololoshka stood in front of a barely noticeable door in the dome, which was presumably the exit. He began to examine it: no handles, no keyholes, no windows. Nothing. Only a small sensor icon on the dome, intended for contactless entry. And, naturally, Lololoshka did not have it. Sighing heavily, he sat down in front of the door and examined it from below. There was nothing, but he was glad that he had found something at all. All that was left was to find a back exit from the main dome, because he was unlikely to be let out of the main one, there were guards there... Although, he had one idea...
   "Young man, I don't think there's anything interesting here," a voice said from behind Lo, startling him. It sounded kind and non-hostile, but despite that, the boy tensed up.

“Before you scold me, introduce yourself,” Lo said and grabbed the stick that was lying nearby to defend himself.

• I beg your pardon. I am Simon Solus, I have been given the task of keeping an eye on you, young man. And you can put down the stick, I do not intend to harm you, - the man took off his white hat, introducing himself to the patient. A strange combination - a robe and a top hat. The main thing is that everything is white. White again!
  "Why look after me? I can take care of myself," Lololoshka raised an eyebrow.

“John asked me about it,” Solus smiled.

“I see,” Lo replied, walked up to the man and thrust the stick into his hand, after which he went about his business.
Lololoshka was a man of few words. The complete opposite of John. At first, Solus thought it was an automaton, since he was developing them. But, as John himself said: "Look after my copy, because I have a lot of work. And stick to the legend that he is my brother, understand?" Solus, naturally, agreed, because he is not himself if he does not help his close friend with an assignment. And it was not difficult. Looking after Lololoshka was not difficult. After the procedures, Solus helped Molly carry him to the ward, because he fainted. They gave him too much of a dose. For ordinary planeswalkers, the process was slow and imperceptible, but for Lololoshka it was sharp and painful.

But John knew better in what proportions to give him the drug. He broke faster than all the planeswalkers. After he came to his senses, he went outside and walked alone, swung on a swing or read a book. Simon always watched him from afar. But with each passing week, Lo became stranger than usual. He could just stand in the middle of the field and look at the false sky. Sometimes he was not visible on the territory, so they had to look for him. Solus found him at the borders of the dome: Lo was sitting in the bushes. He just sat and did nothing. The man was only John's right and convenient hand, he was not a psychologist, but his heart told him that the boy was breaking. His psyche was failing. This was influenced not only by the procedure for weakening the WMD, but also by John's manipulations.
One day, Simon found Lo again in the bushes, sitting and hugging his knees, all alone.
"I think John is deceiving me," Lololoshka said, sensing Solus was nearby. Solus was surprised that he was the first to speak.

"What makes you think that? John never lies," Simon said, walking up to the guy.

• He said he would return my memory. But in the end, I only get worse, and now he doesn't call me by my name...
  Simon looked at Lololoshka in surprise. From the very beginning, it seemed strange to him to stick to the legend about the brothers, because they are not brothers. But if Lo says that John promised to return his memory, although Lo has a completely different procedure, then either Solus does not know the details, or John is lying. But he never lies. All the company's employees will confirm this fact. But Lololoshka's words give food for thought. What if Lo is needed for a specific purpose, and not just because they decided to make him a younger brother?
  Solus felt sorry for the boy, because there was a possibility that John was lying to him about returning his memory. Harris was doing something completely different. Simon condemns him in this regard, because Lololoshka does not know what he is doing here and why he is needed.

He is a human being like everyone else, with feelings and emotions, and his life has the same value. But the man admired JDH's intelligence and genius so much that he often turned a blind eye to bad things. But he couldn't turn a blind eye this time.
"I don't think John is telling the truth," the man said slowly. He knew he had no right to tell Lo the truth, but... What if he told him? Surely that wouldn't be considered a crime?

• What do you mean?.. - Lo raised his head to him and looked at Solus in bewilderment, - What do you mean?

“I think I’ve said too much,” Solus said, turning and walking out of the bushes.

• Stop! Wait! - Lo, standing up, ran towards him and stood in front of him to block his way, - Please, tell me why I am here!

"Oh no. Sorry, Mr. Lololoshka, but I can't," Simon replied sternly, frowning his thick eyebrows.

“Please...” Lo looked at him with a pleading look, “I don’t even know how I got here...”

Simon thought about it. He needed to think about it. But before he could answer, he saw Harris behind Law.

• What are you whispering about here?
  Lo flinched in fear, then his expression changed and he turned to his copy, giving her his smile.
  "John!" Lo exclaimed happily and hugged John. The latter did not hug him back, as always. He only looked at Solus intimidatingly, frowning. The man himself was scared, just like Lo had done a few seconds ago. John's face changed and he smiled at Lololoshka.

• Roma, a little bird whispered in my ear... - the so-called "Roma" tensed up at these words and hugged his copy tighter, - That you think I'm a liar. Is that true?

• What?! Who told you that? - Lololoshka said in surprise. He stepped back and looked into the stranger's eyes, which were under the orange-rimmed glasses, - How can I think badly of my brother?
  "What's going on here..." Simon thought to himself. He had never seen the two interact, he could only guess, which is why he couldn't imagine Lololoshka being like this. Fake happy and chatty.

"Are you sure you didn't say something like that about me?" John quietly asked again, placing his hand on Lololoshka's head. He immediately panicked, grabbed the hand and placed it on his shoulder: Lo began to spin and imperceptibly draw Harris into the dance.

• How can you think of me like that? You're insulting me! Let me show you the new moves I came up with for our dance! - Lo said happily.

“Someone needs dinner,” John chuckled.

• Right! I'm running! - Realizing that he was late for a meal, Lololoshka let go of the copy and ran towards the building, waving goodbye to Harris and Solus.
  After the two were alone, John skipped over to Simon and stood in front of him, looking him up and down. He pulled down his glasses and looked into Simon's face with his orange irises.

"Just try to tell him anything, idiot. Not a word to him about what we're doing to him, got it?" John said coldly, his black sparks flashing in his eyes. Black sparks with a faint orange glow.

“I always thought it was ironic that the planeswalker started locking everyone like him in one cage... And his own copy too,” Simon answered quietly, swallowing.

• Because I'm a genius! Smart and cunning! And I find it ironic that a demiurge like me doesn't write his own history, but I do! - John chuckled, then did a cartwheel, - I hope you understand me, my friend.

“Of course, John...” Solus sighed heavily, “I won’t disappoint you.”

• That's right! Otherwise, I'll be writing not only his story, but yours too, - John winked, and then evaporated in front of the man. Bright yellow particles from the Flash remained in front of Simon.

Lololoshka wakes up, seeing a white ceiling in front of him. It was quiet, only some rustling under his ear could be heard. He starts to turn his head, studying the room. The guy is lying on a hospital bed, so he is in a hospital. The room was light and even... cozy, as if showing that this ward is your home, you will not be hurt or bitten here. There was a girl standing next to him: a blonde, and, noticing that the planeswalker had woken up, she hurried to leave the ward. He takes a sitting position, trying to remember where he is and who he is. And really... Who is he? And how did he get here? And how did he understand that this is a hospital? His head soon filled with questions, which began to pound in his temples, giving off a slight pain. Attempts to remember something quickly failed. Lololoshka began to examine himself: a white T-shirt, white pants, white socks. Everything is white, like this room. It begins to hurt the eyes. He also noticed that there were scars and marks scattered across the skin of his hands. Where did they come from? Was Lo a hooligan? Or maybe even a criminal? What if he was in a mental hospital? The guy began to worry about his life, about which he knew nothing. Two people entered the ward: the same blonde and the guy with orange glasses. Lo noticed that he looked very similar to him, and then thought. How does he know what his appearance looks like? A mirror would be great.
“Welcome, Lololoshka,” the copy said joyfully, sitting down on the patient’s bed. “How are you feeling, dear?”

Now the boy knows his name. The stranger's voice sounded pleasant and clear, giving off warm notes, which Lo immediately took the bait, especially this "native" one. Lololoshka smiled shyly.

“Everything seems to be fine... But where am I?” he asks quietly and carefully.

• You're home. I don't think you remember me, so I'll introduce myself to you, beautiful, - Lo clutches the duvet cover in her hands at the last word, - I'm your twin brother, John Davey Harris.

So this was his brother? Something warmed inside his chest, knowing he had a family, that he wasn't alone in this unknown place. He just couldn't figure out why his house looked like a hospital. Or was it supposed to?

"But... How did I get here?" Lo asks uncertainly, as if afraid to scare off his new brother with his stupid questions. And John catches it.

• Now, now, cutie, why so uncertain? I won't hurt you, - he takes off a glove from one hand, holding out his bare hand to his copy. He looks at it, blinking and slowly holding out his own; a little afraid, but still puts his palm in the other's, after which John clasps his fingers together, squeezing gently, - See? Everything is fine.
  Molly, who was standing next to him, handed the mirror to Harris, who gave it to Lololoshka. Lo takes it in his hands, looking at his reflection: slightly sleepy eyes, freckles, thick eyebrows, hair tousled by sleep, and eyes. The latter fascinated him with their unusual beauty, like the blue sky that was just outside the window. With their unusual black spark. Lo begins to look at the mirror, then at John, as if checking. Harris smiles, taking off his glasses so that he can finally make sure that they are identical. There was exactly the same black spark in his pupils. Only John does not have freckles, but later Lololoshka finds out that he simply covers them up with makeup.
  “Wow, we really are the same!” the planeswalker is surprised, putting the mirror on the bedside table, squeezing the other’s hand even tighter.
  What a clever move Harris made, immediately winning the boy over. And all because he smiled at him and looked alike. This was to the scientist's advantage, because having quickly earned his trust, Law would not ask what, how and why, but would immediately listen to his "twin". However, the hand gesture that JDH made was unnecessary, he only did this with his sister, who had passed away a couple of years ago. This awakened long-forgotten notes of care and warmth inside, which he showed to his sister.

Maybe he should hold off on his plans for this guy for now? Although... Peace. This is something John hasn't felt for many years. He did something stupid, a terrible thing, getting attached to Lololoshka so quickly. More precisely, to Roma. But he couldn't do anything about it. Those feelings he missed so much are living in his heart again, and he is not ready to part with them just like that. Therefore, what he promised Jodah goes to hell, starting to inject Law with a remedy so that he would stay with him for a long time. So that he could not escape from him. A remedy, thanks to which the WMD begins to die off, gradually becoming human. Partially, John didn't even lie, because Law will no longer have problems with memory. Because there is nowhere else to run. Putting the book aside, he put his hand on someone else's hair, ruffling it a little, thus waking Lololoshka. The boy was sleeping on the grass, his head on the scientist's lap. Law was constantly in a dream world, which infuriated Harris, because instead of spending time with his brother, he preferred to sleep! This hurt John's feelings.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," he leaned down to his copy's ear, whispering long and hard, warming the auricle with his hot breath, which sent a herd of goosebumps down Lo's spine. He cringed, opening his eyes. According to the laws of the genre, John could have done some perverted manipulations with Lololoshka's poor ear, but, unfortunately or fortunately, they are not in this story, so Harris is not going to mock his copy, and he has only family feelings for him that do not go beyond the bounds of decency. Of course, the idea of ​​beating himself up sounds tempting, but John will not lift a finger to bring pleasure to someone in this way, especially to a person in whom he sees only a younger brother and nothing more. For such cases, there is Molly.
Lololoshka sits up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and smiling at JDH. He didn't really feel like smiling at him.

John has become very nervous lately and can hurt Lo unintentionally: for example, by squeezing his hand tightly, which for a moment seemed to bend the bones. Harris liked to hold hands with him. Even now, he takes another's hand in his own, squeezing it gently. At first, Lo was fine with such tactility, but over time it became uneasy... Uncomfortable.
"Why do you always sleep when I'm free?" he says resentfully, burying his face in Lololoshka's shoulder, hugging her hand. He clearly has a tactile hunger, otherwise how can one explain this huge number of touches?

— I don’t know... I’ve been feeling very sleepy lately, — yeah, right. After the procedures, Lo always went to bed so as not to endure this aching pain in his chest, which seemed to get stronger with each passing day.

"You don't want to see me?" John asked with a hint of sadness, drawing his eyebrows together.
"I don't want to," flashed through Lololoshka's mind, which immediately made him feel ashamed. How could he think that way about his twin? Yes, there were times when he was annoying or scary, but... He looked like an abandoned person, who was left alone by everyone around him. Lo's heart sank painfully, and he pulled the guy to himself, embracing him, forgetting that this same guy did not accept him as he was.
"What are you saying? Of course I want to," Lololoshka said quietly and warmly.
John hugs back, smiling broadly. The scientist begins to bask in the stranger's embrace, from which a pleasant warmth spreads inside again. How good it is when people fall for your manipulations.

6. The guy glanced at the field. People of different ages were resting: sitting on the grass or benches, running and doing their own thing. The planeswalker did not dare to leave this zone, so he went to explore the one he was in now. Although there was nothing to examine here. Approaching the largest tree (an oak, it seemed), Lo sat down, leaning his back against the trunk. He needed to think about his next plan of action. Why did he want to explore this dome? In order to get answers to who he was and why he was here. But an hour would not be enough for him, that's for sure. He would need several visits, so he needed to wait for John's next departure from the hospital. He would like to know when that would be, but he could only hope that it would happen soon. Lololoshka sighed heavily, wearily closing his eyes.
   "Wow, that's what we have here!" a female voice was heard from behind the tree. Right, he needed to talk to someone and ask about this place during the conversation. Lololoshka stood up and walked around the oak tree, seeing a blonde sitting on the grass, reading a book with great interest. She was dressed exactly like Lo, and her light hair hung from her shoulders to her shoulder blades.
   "Hello?.. What are you reading?" the guy asked uncertainly. But in his head his voice sounded much more confident...

The girl raised her head and turned her gaze from the book to Lololoshka. He immediately looked at her eyes. The girl also had sparks, only white, like Molly's.
"You have white sparks?" the planeswalker did not let the girl answer: he squatted down and lifted his dark glasses to show his eyes, "And mine are black. Do you know why ours are different colors?"

Someone there was talking about how no one should recognize Lololoshka. But, fortunately, the girl did not know JDH. She looked at Lo's eyes in amazement, examining them.
Someone there was talking about how no one should recognize Lololoshka. But, fortunately, the girl did not know JDH. She looked at Lo's eyes in amazement, examining them.

"I wanted to be indignant, because you brazenly disturbed me, but you very quickly interested me. This is the first time I see a planeswalker-demiurge..." she finally spoke up.

• Miro... Who? - Lo asked in bewilderment. And here in more detail.

"Did you lose your memory when you moved here? I thought that only those with a weak Flash lose it... But it turns out that's how it is," the girl thought.

• Flash... Planeswalkers... What are you talking about? Can you tell me? My name is Lololoshka, - the guy sat on his buttocks with hope in his voice and settled down next to her.

• Mmm... Okay, I'll tell you, but I'll finish reading the chapter in the book before I start. And you should also apologize for disturbing me.

• Sorry.

• That's great. I'm Sharon.

I finally find out who I really am.

7. Lo blinked and looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink. The dark circles under his eyes made it clear that the man's sleep schedule had long since retired, because no doctor would approve of sleeping for 3-4 hours. But nothing could be done, because the body itself was tormenting its owner and throwing him terrible pictures of the past every night, which Lololoshka was trying hard to forget. He blinked again. His head was spinning. He turned on the tap, from which a small stream of cool water came and washed his tired face. Then Lo looked in the mirror again. He saw himself, but completely different. He saw himself from the past. He remembered those eyes with black sparks, that white, perfectly ironed T-shirt. Lo and the reflection looked at each other. Lo missed his natural eye color.
   "You know, if you weren't such a coward, everything would be fine," the reflection turned out to have a hostile attitude. Lololoshka backed away a little. Why on earth was he a coward?

“I’m not like that,” he replied.

• Like this. Always been like this. Running away from your own problems, trying to stay away, while hoping that people will treat you kindly. It's ruining you. Now you're eyeless, with weak WMD and just a nobody, - the reflection scolded itself.

looking at Lo and not taking his eyes off him. He lowered his head guiltily. It was true, he considered himself like that. The reflection knew it. It smiled, - And I have something that you don't have. Eyes, a strong Spark, confidence and egoism.
"You can't have that. Well, at least the eyes and a strong Spark..." Lololoshka answered uncertainly.

• God, what are you mumbling about? You can't even talk to yourself! - It rolled its eyes, - You know what? I'll prove it. I'll prove that you're real - it's you with Spark. Thanks to it, everything is possible! Especially eliminating the source of all problems.
  Lololoshka looked at his reflection again in bewilderment, but there was no one there. He began to examine the mirror in fear, not understanding what was going on. Why couldn't he see himself? Where did the reflection go? But a minute later the mirror made a soft crack and a dark burgundy liquid gushed out from under it. It dripped onto the floor in large drops, painting the white tiles red. Lo shuddered in fear and grabbed the door handle to open it and run out of the bathroom. But, as happens in the worst nightmares, it didn't budge. The door didn't open. Lo was now seriously scared, because the liquid had already reached his feet. It was rapidly filling the small room. It felt disgusting: cold and wet. It seemed that something or someone was covered in blood, touching and weakly scratching Lololoshka's legs. He began to beat his fists against the door in a panic, opening his mouth and getting ready to scream. But the scream did not come. He was dumbfounded. He muffled his voice, asking for help and calling for Dylan and his parents. But no one heard him, and the sounds of the blows dissolved into space. A new wave of blood gushed from the mirror, splashing Lo from head to toe. At first he was shocked with horror, and then began to wipe his face with his hands, trying to remove this abomination. The liquid filled the room faster than before, reaching Lololoshka's chest. He was still trying to scream, he was very scared. He wanted to wake up and find himself in a warm bed, but this did not happen.

He was frozen from the cold blood and began to tremble not only from fear. Lo looked in the mirror and again found himself from the hospital. The reflection stood with an evil grin.

• I'm better than you. You're weak. This is the blood of your loved ones, if you don't act. If you don't get your Spark back. If you don't become stronger.
  Destiny throws us tests to check if you are ready for the next step in life. And when you stand in one place for a long time, it begins to torment you. Either you become stronger, or you are dead. There is no choice. Lololoshka began to dangle in blood, choking on it and feeling a cloying metallic taste in his mouth. Drops of tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, Lo did not want to drown in this horror. In the hole from which he wanted to get out, he dug himself deeper to hide from this unfair world. The light in the bathroom flickered, and in a few seconds, Lololoshka was enveloped in pitch darkness. He only felt his lungs begin to fill with blood and a strong feeling of guilt. He drowned. In his own thoughts. In himself.
  The mirror broke. Lololoshka took a couple of steps back to avoid getting hurt. The shards fell on the sink and the floor, flying in different directions. Lo saw his face and eyes in the shards. Black sparks flashed brightly and ominously in the reflection. The guy bent down and picked up one shard, frowningly examining himself in the small piece. He walked out of the bathroom with it, finding himself in his room. And then it was night outside the window. The guy decided not to focus on this and went out into the hallway. Finding himself outside the room in which he once felt safe, Lo slowly walked along the dark and long hallway. Finding himself outside the room in which he once felt safe, Lo slowly walked along the dark and long hallway. The same neatly painted white walls, new clean tiles in which he could faintly see himself, and white plastic doors that he encountered along the way. This room was still pleasant for Lololoshka.

So familiar and warm. But he walked a few meters, as the paint from the walls began to crumble onto the floor, and the tiles under his feet began to crack loudly. The dim light in the corridor began to flicker, forcing Lololoshka to take each step slower and slower. For a second he again found himself in oppressive darkness, and then the corridor was illuminated with a warm yellow hue instead of toxic white. Lo looked around. He did not remember the hospital being so... Old. He remembered it as beautiful, well-renovated. It was almost always pleasant to be here. But now it seemed so real. It had always been like this: creepy, lonely and abandoned. It had long ceased to be a recreation area for planeswalkers. It had become an area for terrible experiments on WMD. Lololoshka realized, admitted it to himself. It turned out that he had always remembered the hospital like this. It had never been his home. It had always been a prison.
Lololoshka found the supposed office of JDH. He had already forgotten where it was. Clutching the mirror shard in his hand, he entered the illuminated office. His copy was sitting with his back to him at the table, his head bowed over documents and papers. Probably, as always, he fell asleep due to overwork and lack of rest. Lo quietly made his way to him. Luckily, he had slippers, so his steps were not heard even by the owner of the shoes. Lololoshka leaned over Harris to make sure of the quality of his sleep. He slept quietly. Perfectly. Straightening up, Lo moved the mirror shard to his right hand and raised it above the stranger's head. Lo ran his eyes over the body of the copy, assessing in which places this element of the future murder would stick out beautifully from the skin. Having chosen the right side of the cervical spine, Lololoshka came closer to JDH and was about to plunge the shard, when his hand froze in the air. Lo cursed in his mind, and a few seconds later his consciousness, which had been controlled by feelings of revenge and anger, returned to the Lo who had drowned in the bathroom a few minutes ago. He looked at his palm with the shard in fear, not believing what he had just been about to do.

How could he allow such a thought to kill John! Even though he had done many nasty things to Lololoshka and other planeswalkers, he did not deserve death. There must be a reason for everything! Lo looked around and saw a mirror standing to his left, where he again saw his reflection. That same reflection with evil intentions and black sparks in its eyes.

"Kill him," the reflection snapped, "Kill him. He is the source of our problems."
Lololoshka shook his head in refusal, and his hand began to tremble. No, no, he wouldn't do it! He wouldn't let his thoughts take over his mind and do irreversible things. But the reflection didn't take into account the opinion of its own "I". It was going to plunge this shard into JDH's neck, but Lo resisted. He squeezed the shard tighter in his palm, thereby causing himself pain and preventing him from doing what he had planned. The edges of the shard formed a deep cut, and drops of blood began to flow down Lo's arm to his elbow. A couple of drops still fell on John's snow-white robe and made Lololoshka even more alarmed. Loud words of the reflection appeared in his ears, where he asked to spare him from suffering.
— Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
The hand resisted. It was controlled by Lololoshka and the reflection. The first wanted to remove his palm and run away, and the second wanted to strike. Lo did not tolerate this, so he jerked his hand away with a sharp movement. In order to return consciousness to its place, he needed to inflict physical pain, which he did. The palm with the shard jerked across his face, cutting a line in the area of ​​the left eyebrow. Lololoshka was even afraid for a second that the glass had hit his eye, but everything worked out. He stepped back, covering his eyebrow with his free palm and feeling a sharp pain.
"Lo, what are you doing here?" John turned to him, waking up. He covered his eyes with a yawn and his mouth with his hand. "You should be in bed."
Lololoshka didn't even notice that he was called by name; with a quick movement he put the dirty shard into the pocket of his white pants and put his hands behind his back.

“I... Sleepwalked. Tripped and got a scratch. Came to you to help me with the scratch,” Lo quickly came up with an excuse, nervously fiddling with his fingers. He glanced at the mirror, where he could see himself. His eyes were empty again, the sparks were gone. Were they there?..
Harris rose from his chair and walked over to the long prescription cabinet next to the mirror. He opened one drawer and pulled out a bandage, cotton pads, and chlorhexidine. Lololoshka, meanwhile, stood motionless and watched John's every move. He didn't know if he was in a dream, in a memory, or if it was all real. He even thought that the summer days and Dylan were a figment of his brain's imagination to cope with the enormous amount of stress caused by therapy. John walked over to his desk and put down the necessary medications. Then Harris motioned to Lololoshka, who obediently walked over to him.
"Where did you manage to fall?" John asked. He took the chlorhexidine, poured some on a cotton pad and applied it to Lo's cut eyebrow. The copy closed her eyes in pain. It stung. "Be patient. Should I lock you up at night so you don't think to count every corner of the building?"

“Don’t grumble, things are bad without you,” Lo grumbled.

"Watch your tongue, or I'll cauterize not only your cut, but his as well," JDH threatened. Lololoshka rolled his eyes at that.
"Please, try not to worry too much. Stress affects your body, and I don't want that beautiful face to suffer," John chuckled, "Now go on, go to your room."
Easy to say. Lo, as if nothing had happened, shrugged his shoulders and left the office. Finding himself in the corridor, he looked around: again these cracked walls and dirty tiles. The sight of this "reality" made Lo's head spin. When you thought for so many months that the building looked different from the inside, you could hardly accept the truth. What else was hidden under the crust of memories? Why did the rose-colored glasses suddenly start to fall off the guy's face? Amnesia is not only a problem of WMD, but of the brain as a whole?

The main distinguishing external feature of all planeswalkers are pupils, which have the shape of small pointed sparks. White sparks are typical for ordinary planeswalkers (Molly, Sharon) in 72-98%.
Black sparks are characters for strong planeswalkers, demiurges (Lololoshka, JDH) in 2-0.04%.

Although... Peace. This is something John has not felt for many years. He did something stupid, a terrible thing, becoming attached so quickly to Lololoshka. More precisely, to the planeswalker in whom he saw his late sister. But he could not do anything with himself. Those feelings that he missed so much live in his heart again, and he is not ready to part with them so easily. Therefore, what he promised Jodah about treating Lololoshka for amnesia during transitions goes to hell, starting to inject Law with a remedy so that he will stay with him for a long time. So that he cannot escape from him. A remedy, thanks to which the WMD begins to die off, gradually becoming human. Partially, John did not even lie, because Law will no longer have problems with memory. Because there is nowhere else to run.