I Can't Even [Reader X Reader X Reader]

Danish Guy

We stood opposed to each other in the middle of the empty road. 

"Like, who are you and why did you bring me out here?" I got in a fighting stance, both my fists balled and my feet firm on the ground. I know a punch wouldn't do much against most superpowered clones, but I didn't see how throwing one could possibly hurt me.

"You're in no position to be asking questions. Now, do I need to carry you?" she strode towards me, grinning. It was apparent that she found this amusing.

"What makes you think you can do that?" I kept my voice steady and my eyes fixed on her every movement. She moved in a very casual way.

"Come on. Your power is waving a magic wand to change your outfit," she rolled her eyes in a playful manner.

"Sure, sure, that's fair," I took several steps back as she was quickly approaching. "But like, what can you do?" I pulled the wand out from under my skirt and held it firmly in front of me. For only a moment, the clone's face twisted in confusion and... disgust? I remembered the strange expression on [Y/N]'s face when I pulled it out of my pants. I don't get it.

"I do something similar, but way better," her features began melting and morphing beyond recognition into something vaguely resembling a mix between a tiger and an eel.

"Jesus Christ," I mouthed.

"I would turn into a Jesus statue for comedic effect, but I honestly just want to get this over with," she took a step closer. "I'll ask you again. Are you going to follow me, or will I have to drag you?"

Staring at her razor teeth, I swallowed hard and nodded. "I'll walk."

"Great!" she clapped paws together and took on a more human form. The form of some dude in his 20's, wearing a band T-shirt (she didn't know the band), Adidas track pants and purple crocs.

"Are..." I hesitated.

"Hm?" 

"Are you... even a clone?" I asked.

"Oh, no. I'm a shapeshifter for hire. I'd give you my card, but I honestly doubt you'll be alive for long enough to hire me," the guy laughed. 

I trailed behind him in silence.  

"Can I see your business card?" I spoke softly.

"Why?" he arched a brow.

"Just curious. I'd like to know at least the job title of the person leading me to my death," I said.

"Hah! Alright," he pulled a small card from his forehead.

INTERNATIONAL SHAPESHIFTING ASSOCIATION

Josef Larsen

Actor, spy, babysitter

Cell: +45-535-550-34

Email: joseflarsenprofessionalbabysittingservices@gmail.com

Address: Muusgården 52, København