James threw the hybrid orange-cola soda, and a few other practice mixed drinks, into a trash bin and went outside with a gleeful smile plastered on his face. Purchasing the gloves was his best investment and he could not wait to test it out more. As he walked down the street towards his apartment, he carefully placed the gloves in his back pants pocket. He wiped the light amount of sweat from his brow as he walked down the sidewalk. The summer sun quickly made him divert his path to shaded alleyways to avoid overheating.
Unbeknownst to James, another young man stalked him. Dylan was a 23 year old drop-out and had been living out of his beat up car for the past few weeks. In passing, he happened to spot James using those gloves and quickly decided that his luck had finally turned around. All he needed to do was steal those gloves. He was not sure how he could make money with them, besides selling them, but he knew that he could finally get out of the rut his life had fallen into. And so, he followed James through several alleys, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
James whistled happily, completely oblivious to his stalker. Less than a few blocks from his apartment, James was tackled to the ground in one of the secluded alleys of the town. He screamed in shock and tried to wrestle the slightly older guy off of him. James took a punch to the stomach, but he managed to retaliate with swing at Dylan's face. After a few seconds, the two men picked themselves off of the ground. James stared at the stranger in shock, realizing that he had managed to swipe one of the gloves. "Give that back!" he yelled.
Dylan messaged his jaw, ignoring James's demand. They stared each other down for a few long moments before Dylan said, "I saw what you did with these. Just give me the other glove, and I'll be on my way."
"Fuck You!" James retorted. He scrambled to put on the right-hand glove. "Lets see how you like being part dumpster."
The threat got to Dylan, making him freeze for a second. He recovered and fidgeted with the left-hand glove he managed to steal. He slipped it on, just as James tackled him. Dylan groaned as his back slammed into the dumpster. His brain took a second, thankful that he was not fused with the dumpster. A moment later, he knocked his head into James, causing the other guy to stumble back. Keeping his advantage, he jumped at James, and the two fell to the ground in a heap. They tussled on the ground for a few moment, both now trying to focus on combining the other guy with some nearby object. The gloves power activated.
A moment later, only one body rolled around on the ground. James finally stopped and rested on his back. Dylan breathed heavily, exhausted from the fight. "He's gone!" both men cheered, but the celebration lasted less than a second. Both heard the other's voice and froze. Something was very wrong. Dylan and James each propped themselves up with their elbows and turned their heads. Both were startled to see the other's face staring at them. One heart beat faster as fear crept through their veins. The gloves had fused them together instead of fusing each of them with something else. And the fusion was only partial, as single body laid before them with their two heads on the same shoulders. James and Dylan screamed.