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Summary: You made a lot mistakes in your new job, but do you regret them? Nope, not a bit. But who can blame you for it? If you wouldn't have done them, you never would have met this pretty boy.

Remember: German Grammar is a lot different then English grammar. I apologize for any mistakes.

Pairing: Francis Mosses (doppelganger) x gn! Reader

(A/N): I usually write for mha, but this men dominates my fyp on TikTok and I can't stop grinning like an idiot about all this fanarts. My men is just too attractive for his own good. Nevertheless, Tumblr has too few fanfictions for him, so I had to do it myself. Still, I am not that proud about how it turned out. It certainly sounded better in my head, but I don't care. One shitty fanficion is better than none.

Art by @asteriscks on TikTok

This game is not mine, but Ignacio Alvarado. I also used phrases from the game.

Mistakes? Yes, but no regrets.

It's been a week since you started working for D.D.D as a doorman.

You can remember your first day so well, it could have been yesterday.

Well... probably because your life is constantly at stake.

It started with a mistake that you ended up here. It was completely unexpected since you always made sure, that you sent your rent to the right account.

Surely no one can blame you for a small typo, right?

Well, your landlord, who kept pounding on your door until you woke up, surely did.

"What?" you asked, annoyed, as you opened the door.

"When do you plan to finally pay your bill? The date has already been overdue for two weeks!" he complains.

What?

"Sorry, but I've already transferred my money to you."

"Well, I didn't get anything. Do you still have the receipt for the transfer?"

"No..."

You already knew what that meant: double payment.

"Look, today, I'll transfer it to your account again, okay? If it doesn't work this time, it's not my fault."

You were about to close the door, but your landlord had other plans when he held the door open with his foot.

"No no no. You will give me the money now. I don’t trust you. Why would you transfer it to me today, when it should have happened two weeks ago. You will give it to me now."

Your eyes widened.

Now?

"But I don't have that much money in my hand? Who's got that?"

"Then I'll have to kick you out for now. But don't worry, no one is going to buy an apartment here anytime soon, so you can move right back in as soon as you give me the money."

Staring stunned at his smiling face you could have sworn you were about to hit him.

"The keys?"

With watery eyes, you grabbed your keys, placed them in his outstretched hand, and frowned.

What kind of person had such sharp fingernails as he does?

You were sure that he could definitely have stabbed someone with them.

Thank God, I didn't hit him.

"When do you plan to give me the money? I've heard that all banks closed today. Some kind of holiday among them, I've heard."

What!?

How were you going to get through the day today? You intentionally left everything in your apartment since you were so sure that you could have given the money to your landlord in a matter of minutes.

"You’re telling me this now!?"

"If you had paid, you wouldn’t need to know."

That filthy bastard.

No matter how angry you were at that moment, your panic was overweighting.

What were you going to do now?

Shit.

"Man, I really wouldn't want to be in your situation...", the landlord murmured.

Fuck the nails- This guy deserves a punch.

Just as you raised your fist, he speaks again.

"But maybe we can agree on something.

Then you stopped.

"The D.D.D., which is responsible for the safety of all residents in this area, is looking for doormans. Ours has recently...quitted, which is why we are urgently looking for one. They pay three times the amount of your rent in a week. If you take the job, I can overlook your sloppiness this time."

Three times your rent? In a week? And for what? To sit there and check a few documents. You'd be crazy not to take the offer!

"Okay. I'll do it. Where can I apply?"

"Don't worry, I'll sort it out for you. Tomorrow, you can start”

Looking back, it should have been clear to you that something was wrong. Starting with the sudden his sudden threat, the fingernails and this stupid story about the holiday of the banks.

Maybe it was just because you were too panicked at that moment to think rationally.

But let’s be true here: when are you thinking rationally? If you did, you would certainly have quitted after your first day.

"Welcome and congratulations on your new job."

After watching the short video, a man in the yellow suit came to your window. You are so shocked that you can’t even answer.

I'm going to die today!

After all, you know it yourself: you're too gullible for the job. There's no chance you'll unmask a doppelganger who copies someone well.

“As you could see on the introductory film, your job is to verify the entry of the neighbors of your building. Each day there will be a list of individuals who will request entry to the building. It is possible that there are individuals who request entry and aren’t on the list. In which case you will mark on the checklist that they are not on the list and proceed to question the individual. Also, you must verify that the ID and the entry reqest are correct and have the respective D.D.D. logo. Don’t forget to also check the expiration on the IDs. Remember it’s Febuary 1955."

Your gaze wanders to the note that was stuck to the wall.

Arnold Schmicht F02 – 01

Anastacha Mikaelys F02 – 04

Robertsky Peachman F01 – 02

Steven Rudboys F03 – 03

Mia Stone F03 – 01

Rafttellyn Cappuccin F03 – 04

Admittedly, you don't know any of your neighbors, neither by character nor really by sight. You were never the type to care about your neighbors.

"I wish you good luck."

C’mon Reader, be like Henry…

But better.

The first inhabitant was Mia Stone and you already started to sweat.

"Good evening."

Was she real? Was she a doppelganger?

With shaky hands, you reached for her ID and entry pass, only to find that everything was fine. She was also on today's list and her appearance doesn't show any deviations either, right?

Just to be sure, you looked into the folder that described her appearance:

Long hair

Small round nose

She has freckles

...

Freckles?

Your eyes wandered again to the woman in front of you, who was waiting patiently behind the window.

You narrowed your eyes a little and leaned forward to get a better view of her.

No matter how long you stared at her, you didn't see them, her freckles.

"You look different...", you murmur after a while.

"What's wrong with my appearance? I think everything is fine with my appearance."

Her photo on her ID and Entry Pass both have no freckles.

Perhaps a mistake on the part of the D.D.D.?

You're about to press the green button, but then you see her grinning slightly out of the corner of your eye.

Shit.

She almost had you. You're really not made for this job.

Your hand slammed hard against the red button, causing the siren to blare and the metal window to crash down.

"3312," you murmur to yourself.

"You have contacted the D.D.D.. A group of agents has been sent to your building. Please wait for the cleaning protocol to run."

Cleaning protocol?

What happens to those who were cleaned? They certainly won't be killed, will they?

What if they will?

What if your judgment was wrong?

What if...

Your thoughts were interrupted as the siren fell silent and the metal window went up, only to reveal the yellow man.

"Cleaning protocol completed. You can continue your job."

It took a while until someone finally came again.

This time, your heart was pounding faster. Significantly faster. And this time, you can't even say for sure that it's all out of fear.

Milkman...

You definitely can't deny it: he's probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen.

You don't even have to look at today's checklist to tell he's not on it – a face like his would have caught your eye right away.

"Francis Mosses, huh?" you murmured to yourself as you looked at his ID. "You're not on today's list."

"I’m not on today’s list because I had to leave due to an emergency."

Long nose

Thin chin

Tired eyes

Short hair

Wears a hat

It all fit. The only thing left now was a call.

Just as you began to spin the wheel of the phone, he said, "You're new here, aren't you? I've never seen you here before."

"Yes, today is my first day."

"Must be hard, huh? I've heard that more and more doppelgangers are appearing and they are becoming more and more error-free. It would be a shame if such a pretty face as yours were to disappear forever."

Your cheeks turn red and suddenly you feel shyer than you actually are.

"B-But your job has to be hard as well. I didn't think that being a milkman would rob you so much sleep."

Francis smiles a little. So little that you almost didn't see it at all.

"It's not. I just stay up for a very long time. If you like, I can bring you some milk sometime. It's refreshing, calms the nerves."

You bite your lip slightly when you have to refrain from a question.

What milk do you mean exactly?

My God, why were you just such a sucker for handsome men?

"I'd be delighted, Francis."

You talked to him for a while and you quickly forgot that you were actually going to call someone.

"I'd like to talk to you more, but I don't want to stop you from your work. I'll see you tomorrow, right, Reader?"

And you quickly forgot that you never told him your name.

You pressed the green button.

"Shh," whispered the voice of Francis next to your ear.

It was your third day, your third time to change shift.

Well, it usually would have been.

Your vision and mouth were blocked by the bloody hands of the doppelganger who claimed to be Francis.

He had killed the doorman, that should have taken over your shift.

You had to admit, that you were more than inconsiderate. After all, you didn't ask for his entry pass, nor the reason why he wasn't on today's list.

"I'll let you go now, yeah? No wrong move, okay?"

He laughed softly as he released his hands from you and turned your chair, so you were facing him.

"We don't want to hurt you, do we, Reader?"

The sentence shouldn't have given you hope, because after all, you were more than sure that you were going to die one way or another.

Maybe you should have shown a little resistance. For your honor, but....

Oh?

He is so close to you that you can practically feel his body heat. Or was it your own? Your face, despite your situation, was burning.

Even though he said he was letting you go, his hands ran over your body and you couldn't deny that it did something to you.

Were you so shameful?

"Actually, I wanted to wait, but I couldn't take it anymore. I've been patient long enough, haven't I? It was so much work for me, to let you get this job."

You didn't know what to say. Honestly, you didn't know if you would even be able to answer him.

His breath touched your throat as he spoke, "I think I deserve this, don't I? What do you say, Reader? Do I deserve my reward?”

If you were going to die anyway, why not enjoy the last few minutes?

Regardless of whether he was a doppelganger, he had lived up to his title as "Mlikman" that night.

"You killed the real Francis Mosses?" you asked the next day.

Francis grins, almost so much so that his real form was threatening to show itself.

"Yes, of course. What would have happened if he had come before me? You would have sent the D.D.D. after me."

Well, he had a point, huh?

No matter how wrong it was, you were glad it didn't come to that.

You didn't know the real Francis Mosses. That's probably why his death was so insignificant to you.

"Have you killed more people?"

"Just more doppelgangers you let through."

Your eyes widened.

You were so sure you caught them all. The false success was the reason why you didn't quit…well, it was one of the reasons.

"How many have I let through?"

Francis just continues to wear his smirk as he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't rack your pretty head over it, okay?"

You just nod, smiling.

"Are you going to kill others...?

You don't know why you added your next question. Probably because you wanted to feel special.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Hooooonn"

When you turn your gaze to his face, two white pupils stared at you and his grin is inhumanly wide and black.

You don't know if it's joyful or sadistic, but it definitely made you feel special.

Looking back, you made more than a few mistakes.

But honestly?

You don't regret a single one of them. After all, all of them have led to an all-too-familiar knock on your window.

When you look up, he waves, the milkman.

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dollvied · 29 days

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Fic ideas? You posted but I was too shy to actually write under the post AHHH

Yandere Milkman Gojo?

Getou Demon x Reader who thought it would be funny to summon something out of a cursed book BUT didn't expect it to actually work

Like Snow-white inspired: Hunter Gojo x "Snow-white" reader

Slasher Getou X Final "Girl" reader

Anyways I couldn't think of more, have fun writing!!

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑲 ៵ 🐇 ࣪ ִֶָ ⋆

✦ summary . . . your husband is acting weird

✦ characters . . . yandere ! doppelganger ! milkman ! gojo x wife ! reader

✦ warnings . . . chubby reader in mind , use of " y/n " , uhh gore , blood , killing , people gossiping , kinda inspired by analog horrors , murder case , inaccurate breaking news script , not proofread

✦ notes . . . this js my first post and this one gets boring at the end cus i was rushing , it didnt turn out as i planned it to be :// this is kinda inspired by this post and i thoughg it would be funny lolol anw enjoy ! ! ! 💕💕

───YOUR HUSBAND is acting weird.

ever since he got hired as delivering milk, he‘s been acting strange, such as — looking at you for a longer time, going home later than usual, and in the morning you would always wake up with him just . . . staring at you.

you‘re not sure what it is about him (other than his behaviors), you‘re not sure if his eyes gets bigger and bigger with the more he stare at you, or when his eyes glows in the dark (you couldn‘t count with how many times you got heart attack when you woke up with him staring at you in the dark at your closet).

or maybe when you saw him glaring into another man who‘s looking at you for too long for his likings . . . but as soon as you looked back at him, his expression changes into his usual smile to you. whenever you bring it up, he always waves it off, “you‘re just imagining it, darling.” is what he would say to you.

and like a good wife, you trust him. of course you would trust him, why wouldn‘t you?

it was around 11:02 pm, you were currently waiting for your husband to arrive soon. usually he would be home at 10:30, but nowadays he arrived at 11:00. the dinner that you made for him was now cold, even though you covered it with the food cover.

after two minutes of ads on your television ended, a news came up on the screen;

“breaking news! a 22 year old harada kyou was found missing. her husband reported that she was gone since morning.” said the man in grey suit, pausing before passing the speech to the said woman’s husband. “i tried contacting her but she didn‘t respond to me. i called her family and friends to know if she’s with them, but unfortunately she’s not with them. she‘s been gone since this morning, when she promised to go home at 5:00 after going to supermarket.” the man continued his story, but you weren‘t paying any attention to that.

instead, you were trying to analyze the woman in the screen. she looks familiar, you thought. but after connecting the dots, you finally recognize her! she was your neighbor. you and her don‘t always talk, but whenever you guys would bump each other, you both would have a small talk before going to your destination.

your thoughts were interrupted when a bell on your door rang and you turned to see him. “hey darling!” he came up to you. you stood up and grabbed his face, planting a gentle and loving kiss on your husband‘s cheek. “welcome home, baby. how was your day?” satoru put his hand on your plushy waist, “it was okay, couldn‘t wait for the curry chicken!” he joked.

“don‘t worry sweetheart, this is a different type of milk! a scarlet milk . . — anyways, i‘m goin’ shower.” he says, but not before kissing your nose and let go of your waist. you stood there, just thinking whether you should trust him or not, especially with him covered in scarlet milk. then, the television spoke again, catching your attention.

you chuckled, but it died down when you noticed the huge red spot on his shirt (that you somehow didn’t notice). you were slightly hoping it wasn‘t something you think it was. “‘toru . . . what’s this red stuff on your uniform?”

“if you see a doppelganger, please immediately contact D.D.D. thank you.” and with that, the news continues with another speech.

your husband is weird, he act like he‘s not worried about the death of your neighbor.

“the neighbor beside us went missing? well that‘s unfortunate.”

“miss tagawa went missing? that‘s sad.”

“the girl who goes to the café all the time was found dead? damn, anyways!”

it‘s like your husband didn‘t care about the people, only caring about you. he laughs it off when you inform him about the concern death of your neighbor, as if it wasn‘t something he needs to worry about.

but still, you love him no matter what. even when he watches you from the dark, growing taller and taller.

“i‘m so sorry! please don‘t kill me—” the woman chokes on the sobs, when the creature grabs her by the hair. the wide blue eyes tells her not to mess with him, let alone his wife. “heard you were talking about my wife, mind to repeat?”

the hand that was pulling her hair is now strangling the woman. “i‘m sorry . . ! i promise not to do it aga—” her throat was slit by the sharp nails. he rapidly stabs the woman until satisfied. her body is then separated and was thrown in a lake, hoping someone to see them.

he then morphed into your husband, with blood on his uniform. he got a text from you, which read;

wife ❤

hi toru ❤ i got a curry chicken tonight

was wondering if you would like some sardine?

sent at 7:28 pm

he chuckled at his wife’s text, before replying

of course darling

i‘ll eat any food you cook

sent at 7:28

wife ❤

awww ❤🥺 thats so sweet baby

hope u like the lunch btw <3

sent at 7:29

you reacted their message "❤"

his smile dropped when he heard a footstep, he quickly sprinted and hid behind a tree. it was a policeman, he was patrolling the area that satoru killed the woman previously. he hid behind the tall tree and waited for the perfect moment. without hesitation, he opened his mouth, widely enough to eat the man.

he then walk on the road, looking for victims to kill, specifically, your neighbors. the one who gossiped about you the other day.

as satoru left the elevator, there was five women in a group, the were whispering. he usually ignores them, but then he heard your name in their conversation.

“i heard that gojo‘s wife has no job! how pathetic!” said the woman. “and not only that, but her husband has to work everyday! how sad, i could never.” the old lady said, snickering. “all she does is stay at home cooks for her husband a cold meal! i bet her husband didn‘t care about her.” the two other women nodded, agreeing at the so-called captain.

satoru‘s hand were tight, balled up into a fist. no such person should talk about you like that, never. he ignored the way his palm was bleeding. he ignored the urge to just slit off their throat and started to walk. he could hear them hushing each other when they saw him walking past the group, eyeing the man.

disgusting, he thinks. only y/n belongs to me, he thinks again, heart fluttering at the thought of you.

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jojikawa · 23 days

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I feel like writing a one shot about a female MC who’s in love with Francis Mosses/Milkman but can’t have him bc maybe he is taken or simply isn’t available to the MC…

…but a doppelgänger is YANDERE OBSESSED with the MC and take the form of the Milkman to be with her? Perhaps…smut included? Monster cock?? Himbo Milkman?! 💀❤️

Actually I’m gonna start writing that shit now. Feel free to use the idea for yourself. If you write it, TAG ME I wanna read it. ❤️❤️❤️

#thats not my neighbor #milkman #that’s not my neighbor #Yandere #francis mosses

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sohiara · 1 month

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"Can you please, let me in?"

#milkman #male yandere #yandere #yandere male #that's not my neighbor #tnmn fanart #fanart

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theangelcatalogue · 24 days

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WHAT'S WRONG? || YANDERE FRANCIS X READER! || ★!

★ - Romantic or Platonic(?)!

★ - Gender Neutral reader!

★ - One shot!

★ - Before we start: Idk why i did this, but i saw fics of him, and people going crazy over him, so why not?? I don't even write for that's not my neighbour, but i love the game! So let' go! Also sorry if is confusing! My mind is kinda tired and idk why i wrote this at 1AM(Is i wrote this at 1AM, remade some parts and posted it at 2AM) (Pls check Tw before reading it! <3)

★ - TW: YANDERE, DOPPELGANGER, BLOOD, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!

˚๑ ✦ Y/N!!! ✦ ๑°

・・・ ★ ・・・

︶ ꒷ ︶ ꒷ ꒦

Just a normal day in work!

This work is not that bad, i mean, i have to focus in every single neighbor, check some papers and be careful because some of than can be actually doppelgangers that will kill me and the persons that live here? Yeah-

But is guess i am getting used to it! And some neighbors are really nice! And others are just weird and rude! But what i can do? People are like that!

It's kinda weird that no one is showing up now, but i can have some time to rest now! Just me, a good coffee and my jornal/book(it can be a jornal or a book!)

Now i am just reading, waiting for anyone, i mean the today's list is short today! Lucky me i guess? I get kinda focused in the reading, the content is kinda depressing and boring, but is what i have for now

" Hello Y/n. "

I heard someone saying, Oh! I can't forget this voice!

" Francis! Tired as always? Well, let's see if you are in todays list! "

I said not taking the eyes of my jornal/book, i am lucky that Francis is the one who showed up! He is kinda nice! Just a tired guy but hey! He is a hardworker!

" Sounds good for me. Here is my entry request and ID "

I could notice him giving the papers, now i notice his hand is kinda dirty and his voice is kinda off, more tired than usual...

" Oh! Thanks- "

I respond him finally taking my eyes of the book, now i can see Francis better let's say, he is covered in a red liquid with a weird smell

It is what i am thinking? Oh yeah! A doppelganger! But i never thought a doppelganger would commit a error like that, why blood...? Some are a missing eye, others just say peach and others are a long neck and etc, what if is not a doppelganger...?

" What's wrong Y/n? Something wrong about the papers? "

He says noticing that i am kinda nervous, i just pick the papers and the clickboard as usual, first thing to question?

His looks.

" Francis! What happend? You are corvered in...what is that? Can you explain? "

Francis just looks at his outifit and then back at me, the same tired look, but something about the way he looks at me is different, i can't tell what is

" Oh this? It's a new milk! Scarlett Milk! It's a Milk with Red coloring, and Yes, it's food coloring! Not used in clothes... "

" Really Francis? So tell me! How did you got corvered in...Scarlett Milk...? "

He was getting tired of me questioning i guess, okay, i have three options!

1. It's really a milk with food coloring

2. It's a doppelganger

3. Francis is a killer or just got crazy

Please let it be 1-

" Accident at work. Just that, can i go in? "

He asks me looking at me deep at the eyes, i feel like he is judging all my sins, i break the eye contact and look at the Red button and then at the phone

Should i call the police or my boss?

" Look Y/N, i am really tired, just let me in, so i can go take a shower and rest. Maybe after you are done, you can go to my room, drink some coffee together! I heard is your favorite drink, what about a coffee with milk uh? "

He says to me, i think he is getting impatient

OH REALLT Y/N L/N!? DON'T TELL ME

" I- "

" Come on darling. "

He gets closer to the window, supporting his one of his arms in the glass

" Let. Me. In "

✦ - NOTES!!!

✮ " Sky wtf was that? " I DON'T KNOW LOL ✮

✮ The fandom go crazy about him gosh ✮

✮ Okay should i write for TNMN??? ✮

✮ Anyways have a good day my loves! <33 ✮

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blo0mmie · 29 days

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(1) || Francis Mosses "Milkman/Doppelganger" || "Save a cow, milk the milkman!"

Cw: Yandere in General, Obsessive & Possessive Behavior. Broke-ass humor, rush in the end, Unprofessional writing, + shitty art at the end

...Man. This job sucks more than you've thought.

In all honesty, you'd never expect yourself to land and becoming a doorman, not that you had a choice anyway, as the moment you reached the age where you had to fend off of yourself, was the moment reality slap you straight in the face. No more cupcakes and rainbows nor a bed of roses.

You got yourself kicked out of your parents house and now renting a small apartment as you try to find a way to pay off your needs. Fortunately, or maybe not, a strange association that's called themselves 'DDD' offers you a position as their doorman in their building. And with no experience nor a prior knowledge on finding any job, you accept.

What you haven't been aware of, is that your job isn't gonna be your typical one.

The so-called 'DDD' association was a 'Doppelganger Detection Department', or whatever that is, that's built to catch and execute, you guessed right; doppelgangers. Apparently, copycats have been going in and out lately, and one of their favorite places seems to be the buildings/apartments. You don't even know whether to be concerned or be frustrated that the government hasn't made any moves yet. You slowly consider to just ditch the job and get the fuck out of there while you still can, but with the promising of a hefty pays for every wins....

Hey, You're broke, alright? You don't have the right to be a choosey here.

"Selenne Sver......chezttsss? Uh- you're not on today's list...?" You trail off, attempting (and failed) to pronounce the name of the person before as you inquire the reason why she isn't in the scheduled list for today. But the woman in front of you, just brushed you off and answered calmly, "It's 'Selenne Sverchzt' and yes, I am not on today's list because I had to leave due to an emergency"

....Emergency, huh. You nod as you began to check her folder while occasionally throwing glances at her. Everything looks fine.. She matches all the descriptions and provides enough verification to prove that she's truly a resident here. You mentally take note of this but you still have a doubt. After all, the doppelgangers seem to be getting good at impersonating lately, you'll never know. So in a last attempt to satisfy your guts, you pick up the phone and dial her assigned number.

RING RING RING

"Hello? Elenois Sverchzt, speaking. My sister isn't at home right now. Is she back?" Ah, so she's really speaking the truth. You quickly apologize for your sudden call as you reassure that, yes, her sister is here.

"Everything seems on the line, I assume? May I come in, now? You nod as you push the green button and quickly click the red button just as she enters the door. Making sure that it's securely locked as you slump back on your seats in relief. When suddenly, a new silhouette shows up to your window.

Oh great. You yawn as you stretch your sore limbs forward and force yourself to look up at the next person. Oh..... It's, the milkman.

"Good day, [Your name]" He greeted nonchalantly. The same tired eyes that are now weirdly locked against yours as he slides something through the gap below the window.

Ever since obtaining your position as a doorman, you'd come to realize that this man often leaves the building for work, moreso than the others, in fact. But hey, delivering milk to residents after residents on a daily basis must consist of the majority of your time, isn't it? It freaks you out in your early days, at first. With little-to-no knowledge on how the systems run, despite a small video tutorial given to you, you solely rely on today's list. So you ended becoming jittery and nervous when confronting him. Always in panic when you realize he's not on the scheduled list. This usually ends with you, almost making a miscalculated decision and him, calming your ass down by giving you an extra milk as he shows proof that he's a resident here. This cycle repeats for awhile till it quickly tone down as you get to know more about him. Him, giving you milk also becomes a daily, though, whether you like it or not.

He's a little early today. "Francis...? What're you doing her- actually, nevermind. That's sound as fuck dumb. Give me a sec" you shake your head and quickly spin your chair to check today's list. Dr. W. Afton, Angus Ciprianni, Roman Stilnsky, Nacha Mikaelys, Arnold Schmicht, Selenne Sverchzt... But no Francis Mosses. Huh,

"Uh, dude you're not on today's list, again" you snort as you repeatedly and carefully check all the names, as if by some miracle, his own might just popped up. But seeing the same result, you give up and rip your eyes out of the board and glance back at him for an answe- hey, wait, hold up-

"What, the hell is that?" You are quick to point the bottle of red liquid in front of your desk as you raise a brow. The milkman slightly jolted at the sudden question. Almost not expecting to be interrogated and to just be let in, but he quickly picked up his postures and he replied, "this? It's, uhm, a milk for you. yeah," He answered dryly, just like Francis usually would, but you aren't convinced just yet. "And it's red?" "It's a new set of flavors"

Yeah right, no shit. 'flavor' my ass.

Without hesitation, you quickly slam the button next to the DDD poster. Causing the room to flicker in red and the siren to rang violently. The blinds quickly dropped down and for fleeting moments, you caught the glimpse of 'francis' glaring to you with slitted-eye while also speaking in an almost incoherent way, till it cut off and your vision was filled with nothing but the blinds. You hurriedly call the DDD for assistance as you wait for them to finish the rest of the work.

You continue your job for more passing time. Doppelgangers easily get caught and residents are able to pass with a little more effort. Until your shift has come to an end, with the last doppelganger to deal with.

You began packing all of your things as one of the members of DDD approached you, still wearing that yellow body suit. "Congrats for completing your part once more, [[Name]]. Keep doing what you do and you might surpass Henry" You snort dryly as you give a brief glance before leaving your office, with the member, following after you. You retorted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever. hopes no doppelganger would ambush me on the way home" after this

The member only laugh at your reaction. Glancing back from behind, he catches the sigh of the bottle sitting still at your desk. He pointed out, "Hey, wait. I think you must've forgotten something" You stop dead on your tracks as you followed his trail of gaze. Ah, that.... "Yeah, right, I'm not taking that" the person only tilted its head "Why?" "That thing was gifted by one of the doppelgangers"

They snorted once more, albeit a little amused as they continued, "Then you should take it" "What?! Are you dumb? I'm not taking shit" "Well, if it's gifted for you, then you should accept it.. Didn't your parents teach you to be grateful for all the things you had?"

You groan as you storm off. With the DDD member, laughing behind you as they yelled, "IM SORRY, ALRIGHT!? SEE YOU TOMORROW!"

...Man. This job.

You sigh heavily as you continue walking, feeling every part of your body ache, particularly your back. Whether it's from sitting in one place for too long or just your generally poor posture, but you're not about to take any changes. Upon reaching your apartment, you eagerly kick off your shoes and dash inside. Tossing your bag to the side, you collapse onto your bed without bothering to remove your uniform. You let out a long sigh of relief as you bury your face deeper into the sheets, letting the fatigue help you to drowsiness as you pass out.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

As the night goes on and the clock ticks closer to midnight, your apartment lies quiet and serene. No noise can be heard from the outside world as if everything stops dead on the tracks, save from you, moving in your sleep as you try to find a suitable position.

That is until a noise erupted from the other side of the room. It wasn't loud enough to wake you up, if you still have an energy left to check it out, that is, but it certainly wasn't quite either. The silhouette slips through the unlocked door with something in its hand. movements stealthy and silent as they begin exploring your apartment. Inside, you remain blissfully unaware. Too wrapped up in a dreams to even hear the sound of your door, creeking open and footsteps followed after.

Suddenly, a hand clamps over your mouth, jolting you awake, albeit slightly tired as your vision grows fuzzy and clear back and forth. You don't have time to adjust as you come face to face with the intruder looming above you in the darkness. Half of its head was hidden behind the shadow but you could make out a pair of crimson-stained shirts and an eerie white orbs, staring straight at your soul.

"SUrpriSe, DooRmAn~' they cackle, voice was wrapped by a strange statics and gurgling that makes it hard to understand easily. Far grips you as you realize the danger you're in, but the fatigue immediately took back a hold of your body as your struggle decrease. Sighing, you give up and lay there motionlessly. Blinking occasionally to prevent you from dozing off once more.

The intruder giggles at your reaction. Lowering their head down, they reveal a face that you certainly wasn't theirs.

It's Francis- no, it's the face of the Francis. Saves from the wide hollowed mouth and disturbingly large black eyes that dripping with dark fluids. It's the sa.me doppelganger you had meet earlier. But, isn't he gone already? And why the fuck is here?

"...Trhhe fffcuck..? Bbittch-" "HUshEd~ LAnGuaGe"

Your eyes twitch as the doppelganger mockingly scold, cackling one more as you began trashing around. He looks around your place, gazes eagerly examining every part of your belongings before looking back at you "yOU kNow, I WaS OrIgiNallY pLannIng To gEt RiD OF You As yOU aRe a GodDamN nUiSaNce." Every time his mouth stretches and moves, black liquid that's dripping both from his mouth and eyes, falls into your face "BuT, AFteR ObSeRvInG You foR aWhiLe Now, I BeGan FeelIing StraNge ThIngs iNSide me..... DO yOu knoW wHat thAt is?" "Probably shit"

He grin(?) "No, SiLly~ It'S SoMethinG More~" the doppelganger sigh but not once letting go of your mouth. Suddenly he jolt up, as if remembering as he pull something out of his pocket. It's the 'milk' he had given you earlier.

"I wAs SoOO sad To KnOw thaT you DidN't drInk The MiLk I'Ve GavE yOu. I wOrK so HaRd To GeT ThiS, YoU kNow." He kept continuing as he popped the bottle open., spilling some red liquid in you as your eyes widen. He stop dead track for a moment, before his mouth stretch even wider as he inches the bottle in your face. Forcing your mouth open till the entrance of the bottle touches your lips

"I ProMisE yOu, Din'T I? It'S ScaRlet MilK~"

Bye

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