The Doppelganger

Who's Who?

It's cold out, wherever he is. Snow lies in heavy drifts along the yard of the house and is falling in large wet flakes from a purplish blue sky. In the distance, despite the heavy overhand of clouds, he can see the bright orange on the horizon that promises dawn. He's come to a large gate that seemingly opens on it's own. Looking back, he sees the owner of the house standing at the window.
He flips him the bird.
Dick.

'Levi.' He thinks, 'What a piece of shit. I was a dick, but was I ever that much of a shit? No. Hell no.' He walks for what seems like an hour, and comes to a very loud, very crowded district of the city. Cars fly by at an alarming speed and rude people bump and jostle him on their way to anywhere but here. He notes a sign on a building that states "housing and aid" and shrugging his shoulders, determines this is as good a place as any. There are several emaciated, dirty children in sleeping bags lying outside the building.

"Oi" He stops and looks at one of the children. "Why don't you just go inside?"
"They're full up, sir." Comes the dull response.
Bullshit, he thinks as he walks in the door. He is greeted by a rather unsavory looking gentleman, who shoves him roughly back towards the door.
"We're full. Get lost."
"Are you telling me you don't have room for three small children?" He asks, eyeing the man with disdain.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you asshole, now get lost be-"
The man is now lying on his stomach, arm twisted behind him and Levi's knee in his back.
"Lemme up you piece of shit b'fore I call the police!" The man wails, and another gentleman hurries over whispering in his ear emphatically. The most Levi catches of the rushed conversation is "Levi" and "Ackerman"

He chuckles inwardly with amusement. 'Do they think I'm him?' He unconsciously pushes his hair back more in that other's style and gazes at the two men sternly. They both get up, and the second gentleman addresses him.
"Beggin yer pardon, Mr. Ackerman. We had no idea you would be by. Are you here for your cut?"
Now he's straight up laughing on the inside. "Consider my cut getting them brats indoors. Further consider my cut as the immediate purchase of more blankets and cleaning supplies. This place is fucking filthy." With that, he turns on his heel and heads out the door; stopping to look at the children.
"Get your asses inside." He watches them hurry in the door, and with a small smile of satisfaction, continues down the road.

He's really fucking cold, fuck. The wind has been whipping steadily and his cheeks feel brittle. Like, if someone were to slap him, he'd shatter to pieces. 'Thankfully I have my jacket and cloak, also that my sleeves hide the fact that I'm missing those disgusting markings the other me has.'
He walks into a tea shop nearby, hoping his money won't be useless in this world. As it turns out, he doesn't need to worry.
"Good morning, Mr. Ackerman. A bit nippy out today, eh?"
He just nods, and takes a seat at a table towards the back; and facing the door to watch incoming customers. Clearly, the other him frequents this establishment and it would be good to keep his eyes open.

'That y/n marking wasn't so bad', He thinks, continuing his thought from before he had entered. Best not to think about that though. 'She's clearly an idiot if she's with him, and for years if I heard right. Why would I want someone with that small of a fucking brain?' With a "Tch" he turns to the waitress who has just arrived at his table.

"Your usual, Sir?"
He nods, and goes back to his thoughts as she leaves. 'In the underground, I was top of the food chain and STILL dirt poor. In this world, apparently top of the food chain is way better.' He imagines himself for a moment in a mansion much like his other self. That big, spacious bed... y/n lying there waiting for him....

His food has arrived, and he digs in thankfully; wanting to distract himself from the thoughts he's having. There's actual important things he should be considering, such as how the fuck he's going to get back home.
'Or I could just kill that asshole and take over his life...' The thought leaves him feeling a bit unsettled, and he goes back to his plate; shoveling mass amounts of eggs in his mouth. 'That would be like living a lie....'

"Good Morning, Levi. Thought I would find you here."
He looks up, admonishing himself for letting his guard down. A huge, but jovial looking man has taken the seat across from him, and waves off the waitress with a politely muttered "No thanks."
"What can I do for you?" He asks cautiously, wondering what he got himself into this time. The man gives him a quizzical look before continuing.

"My favorite day of the month. Payday." He hands over a ledger and a stack of blank checks. "Gonna buy my honey something sweet this month."
Levi grins, a devious plan forming in his mind. "See to it. As a matter of fact, take her on vacation." He starts scribbling his name on checks and adjusting payments. Concluding with this, he drafts up a quick letter.
"I want this letter to be read to all employees who receive a check today. This pertains to you, too. I will be unavailable for the better part of the day, but if you need to reach me I'll be available after 10 pm tonight."

The man nods his head, and getting up; throws some money on the table. "Let me see to your tip, Sir." With that, he nods again and strides out the door.
'Excellent, Levi.' He thinks as he finishes off his hash browns. 'Not only did you deny his cut from that homeless shelter, you just effectively dismissed all his muscle.' With a chuckle, he gets up and leaves.

Later that Evening:

"Enter." Levi says from behind the big mahogany desk in his office. Frankie, his second in command enters with the slips and totals from payday tucked underneath his arm. "Took you long enough, bro." 

You had just walked in as well, carrying a tray of tea for the two gentlemen. You stop next to Frankie, slightly worried by the confusion on his face. He shakes his head, and proceeds to speak.

"I want to thank you Levi, for all you've done for us. No one could believe you were dismissing us all so sudd-"
"What the fuck did you just say?" Levi strides forward to stand in front of the man.
"The letter, Levi. You told me to read it with each check delivery." He nods down to the piece of paper on top of the box. Levi grabs it, scanning the page.

To Whom it may Concern:
It has been my honor to have in my employ over the years, such dedicated and hardworking employees. There will be some changes to how this business is run, and with change comes upheaval. I value every single one of you, and so with my blessings enjoy this severance pay in the amount of $500,000. Enjoy the bounty life has to offer.
Regards,
Levi Ackerman

He crumples the paper slowly, eyes filled with rage. 'That fucking piece of shit!'
"Sir?" Frankie asks nervously.
"He was a fucking imposter, you asshole! Where's my fucking money?"
"Sir, all the checks have been cashed and disbursed to the individual accounts in-"

You scream, now standing covered in the bone and brain matter of an unfortunate Frankie.
He tucks the gun into his waistband, and grabs a black turtleneck and his black motorcycle jacket. As he strides past you, he simply states, "Get cleaned up, babe. I'll replace the dress."