Jimmy Neutron Trouble With Clones の小説・ストーリー

At that moment of the incident, it was like I felt safe and at home. Not long after I got home, Jimmy’s mom dropped off Thomas. Thomas runs inside with his bag; he then rushes to give me a big hug. “How was your visit to Jimmy’s?” I ask, putting on a fake smile. “It was awesome! We stayed up late playing video games. We just had the most fun.” He says with excitement. “That’s amazing. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Oh, I got you a surprise.” “Really, what is it?” He says with curiosity.

Faith saw it, a small, mechanical chip implanted at the base of the clone’s skull. “Control chips,” Leo shouted. “Vane isn't just growing them; he’s remote-controlling their nervous systems!” Suddenly, the clone’s expression went from curious to lethal. Her silver eyes turned a dark, angry red. She let out a scream that sounded like digital static and lunged at Faith. The lab exploded into chaos. Killian shifted mid-air, his massive silver-grey wolf slamming into three clones at once. He was careful not to use his claws. He knew these girls were victims, but he had to use his sheer strength to keep them away from Faith.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

He took one look at the scene, the blood, the dead, the twin Ashers facing each other in the wreckage, and his face went through several extraordinary expressions before settling on outrage. “What madness is this?” “Thorne sent us a clone,” Dominic said, with the tone of a man who has accepted that his day cannot get stranger and has made peace with it. Kieran stared. “That is impossible,” he said, each word clipped and precise. “A true Alpha cannot be cloned. It has never been done.”

The clone’s cold voice whispered into his ear. “Did you really think it was over? I’m not just a copy. I’ve inherited everything, your strength, your memories, your will. And I’m just getting started.” The room pulsed with energy, shadows dancing wildly. Damian struggled, fighting to free himself, but the clone’s grip was unyielding. “You’re not the real Damian,” the clone sneered. “You’ve been fighting your own reflection. But I am the future, an evolution. And I will take what’s mine.”

"Sending that flawless little clone directly to the capital... it was the perfect misdirection. Thanks to your aggressive shipping methods. I had absolutely no one watching over my shoulder. I could do exactly what I wanted in the dark." Damon let out a dry, humorless chuckle, entirely unbothered by the two lethal apex predators staring him down. "It's funny, really. After years of testing, the only clone I could ever get to actually function properly was my own," Damon mused, tilting his head as he studied his sons. "Tell me, boys. When you were standing over my supposed corpse... was there anything you can remember that would make you think something was wrong with me?" Fennigan and Jax bo

His mind was clear, allowing him to assess the situation accurately, even if it hurt his ego as an Alpha known for his ruthlessness. The simplest reason was that Connor no longer had a reliable lead warrior. Ronan's death was a great loss, and he had no choice but to promote the deputy leader, Gilbert Ramos, as Ronan's replacement. But that didn't mean the Nimbria Pack was completely powerless. Their strength may have been shaken, but Connor was confident that they were still more than capable of taking the life of a member of the Frostholm Pack.

But Amara’s gaze stayed locked on the clone — the one that looked like her. “Why did they make you?” she whispered. The clone smiled faintly. “Because you wouldn’t kneel.” Before Amara could react, the clone’s hand pressed against the glass — and shattered it with inhuman strength. The explosion of pressure sent Amara flying backward. Luca caught her mid-fall as Cassian opened fire. Bullets tore through the chamber, but the clone didn’t fall — she absorbed them, her body healing as fast as it was breaking. “Retreat!” Cassian shouted.

The proxy tilts his head. “Does she?” Damian’s face does not change. “When it benefits her.” Renn says, “About time he said one clean thing.” I do not tell her she is wrong. The proxy swipes the slate. The wall behind him stops showing fish. It becomes a showroom. Twelve upright tanks. Twelve bodies suspended in clear fluid. Twelve faces close enough to mine that my teeth ache with recognition. The room under the nursery drops away. I am back at the stolen feed. Back at the clone smiling through glass. Back in the corridor with its body under my knees, wearing my face and bleeding clear fluid through my fingers.

The pods around the room began to pulse with light — slow at first, then faster. Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. “They’re waking up!” “Get behind me,” I ordered. The first pod shattered. Then another. Then another. Figures stumbled out — malformed, enraged, their veins glowing faintly blue under their skin. Clones. Experiments. Soldiers made in my father’s image — in my image. They roared in unison, the sound inhuman. Damian shouted, “Weapons up!” Gunfire erupted. Bullets tore through glass and flesh, but the things didn’t fall easily. They moved too fast, too wild. I fought with everything I had — blades, bullets, bare hands. Each strike felt like hitting a piece of my own past.