Narrator (Me)
Bryan Films, age twenty-five, a young man waiting for a plane on a rainy November night. Not a very imaginative type is Mr films, not given to undue anxiety or fears, or for that matter even the most temporal flights of fancy. Like most young career men, he has a generic classification as a, quote, boy with a head on his shoulders, end of quote. All of which is mentioned now because in just a moment the head on Mr films shoulders will be put to a test. Circumstances will assault his sense of reality, and a chain of nightmares will put his sanity on a block. Mr films, who in one minute will wonder if he's going mad."
(Trying it out tell me if it's ok)

Bryan's Pov

I entered the airport for a ticket to Boston. I was meeting my friend Justin there.

I got my ticket, and I carried my suitcase to the desk thing at the gate, and I asked the man behind the desk.
"Excuse me but when is the flight gonna be in service," I asked the guy, and he just looked up from his magazine and looked at me angrily and said.

"I'm telling you the same thing I told you earlier; it will come when the rain stops," he said, confusing me.

"Excuse me but the first time is this time," I said calmly trying not to make him angry.

It didn't work, so I just walked and sat down on a bench with my suitcase right next to me.

I then see a bag in the bag check it looked like mine precisely like mine.

I walked up to the guy behind the counter and said to him.
"Um excuse me but that bag it's precisely like mine red Gucci with the rockstar freddy tag and the broken handle." I said to him astonished about the uncanny similarities.

The guy just looked frustrated and told me,
"Is this some kind of joke that is your bag you checked it?" he said, getting mad.

"No, it's not my bag; it just looks like it my bag is-" I said, looking towards my seat to find that my suitcase was gone.

"If this joke is over sit down," the guy said getting back to his magazine.

I didn't sit down and just went into the bathroom where a man was washing his hands, and he looked at me surprised.

I just looked in the mirror and tried to calm myself down, and the man just looked at me and said
"Are you ok?" he said looking at me,
He was an older man he was wearing a blue jacket over a white t-shirt.
"I'm fine. Why you ask." I said to him.

"Well, when you were in here earlier, you seemed confused." he said, looking me over.

"And wearing something different where did you change?" he said confused.

"I wasn't wearing something else, and I wasn't here earlier." I said to the man opening the door to leave, but when I looked in the mirror with the door open.

Sitting in my seat was me wearing a different outfit it looked like I saw something that traumatized me.

I slammed the door in fear, and the man looked at me worried, and when I opened the door, I didn't see the other me I just saw that my bag was next to my seat again.

I just sat down, still confused and scared until a woman took me out of it.

It was kat she was going with me, but she was late.
When I saw her, I just hugged her, and I told her everything, the guy at the desk and the other me in my seat.

When I was done, the rain stopped, and the plane was ready to board, and Kat helped me onto the plane.

We walked in, and I saw our seats, and then I saw something, and I ran out of the plane dropping my bag.
The other me was sitting in my seat with a relieved smile on his face like was happy.

I think I passed out because when I woke up, I found myself on the same bench and kat was next to me with her bag in her lap.

"The plane," I said, realizing that we weren't on it.
"We missed it we're taking the next one." she said sighing and she told me that she was worried for my mental health after the springtrap incident.

I just stood up and told her I was going to take a bus to Boston.

She wished me luck, and I left.
I heard from somewhere that alternative versions of someone can take over someone's life if given the Chance.

Kat's Pov

I put my bag on the floor waiting for the next flight.
Which is in two hours.
I walked up to one of the windows and fixed the jacket Bryan got me when I saw her,

It was me. I was wearing dirty clothes, and my hair wasn't styled.

I saw her, and she grabbed my purse and ran off.

I just shouted,
"Stop that woman!!" I yelled.

I chased her through the terminal, the lobby and the parking lot. I lost her.

"Obscure metaphysical explanation to cover a phenomenon, reasons dredged out of the shadows to explain away that which cannot be explained. Call it parallel planes or just insanity. Whatever it is, you'll find it in The Twilight Zone."