I imagine there'd be a second me. But he wouldn't look... Normal. He'd be completely distorted, warped, wretched, just sort of painful to look at, without really understand why. And wherever I go, whatever I do. He'd just follow me around, always about three-four feet away from me. Never saying a word or making any emotion. Just staring at me, breathing slowly and heavily. There'd be no way to get rid of him. No force could budge him or make him react. All he'd do is just stand there and keep staring. And every time I make the mistake of staring back into his eyes for too long, he'd very slowly crack a disgusting, vomit-inducing, needlessly too broad smile.
Yeah. That sounds about right