Uncanny (John Doe x Reader)

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Normal. Do you want to be normal?

It might be a simple, silly question. You can answer yes or no, and both are acceptable. People want to be normal. They want normal lives. Good health. Good families. Good, normal lives.

You might say you don't want to be normal. You want to be extraordinary. You want others to admire you. You want others to be you. And yet, that is still normal. It's normal to feel that way, isn't it?

You. You are normal. You have your vices and virtues. You have your talents and your flaws. There is nothing that really sets you apart from the rest of the world. No powers. No supernatural looks. And that's okay. It's good to be normal.

Beginning everyday with a routine. You wake up, shower, eat, head off to work, and come home to do what needs to be done. Isn't that what everyone does? Sure, maybe small things may be different from others. Maybe you have a hobby. Maybe your an internet micro celebrity. Maybe a student, or maybe you just prefer sitting and enjoying an evening with a plate of your favorite dish after a day's long work. It's simple, and it's something that still allows for some spice in your life.

You. Are. Normal.

And like any other normal person, you make mistakes.

Currently, you're attempting to drag yourself out of bed after failing to hit snooze on your alarm. Dragging became more of a hurried shuffle at the realization that you became too comfortable with hitting snooze, causing you to run behind on your schedule and get ready for your shift at the gas station.

Debating on whether you have time for a shower, you realized the cost of a few extra minutes of sleep is the cleanliness  of morning rinse. Making a mental note to try and avoid future instances, you decide against the shower and opt in for a quick application of deodorant and mouthwash to rid of morning breath.

Throwing on a casual shirt and pair of jeans along with a comfortable pair of slip-proof shoes, you grab your work vest and carry it with you in a folded manner. You don't tend to wear it until you make it to work to avoid any strangers making note of where you might work. With a quick check of making sure you have everything you need, you make your way out of your apartment and towards the bus stop. Clouds looming grey above you and the faint scent that you can only describe as "wet" entailing that your due for rain later in the day. Hopefully if such a storm occurs, it'll happen during your shift and finish before then. If not, the station held a few cheap umbrellas made for one time use that you could purchase if the storm is heavy.

Unfortunately, you can't make the bus appear, no matter how late you may be for work. As you wait, you put in your headphones and play whatever your mind is craving. Music, podcast, whatever. Something to distract you as the time ticks away and you run even more late for work.

The smell of burning diesel hit your senses as it approaches your stop. You take a moment to allow anyone who may be coming off to exit and make your way up the steps of the bus. It's fairly empty. A stroke of luck on your end, as you don't have to share a seat with a stranger and no one would be able to catch the scent of you being unable to shower. A true win-win scenario.

The trip isn't long. Maybe about 10 minutes. 15 if traffic is bad. It isn't really something worth complaining about. Until today. Today felt like you were on that bus for hours. He kept staring at you.

Upon sitting down, as you played with your phone and took a moment to look up to prevent motion sickness, you noticed him.

A man. An odd one at that. Olive skin with a crow's nest for hair. You could have sworn it was moving as if it was sentient. Its tendrils moving slowly, as if it were breathing. Making its way, brushing along his lanky body where you noticed his jacket drapped over his arms.