Saved by the Fatui? (Genshin impact x modern!Reader)

How many are there? 36 counted em myself

You hadn't seen Dottore last night. Even when two trays of food had been brought to the office, he hadn't come to collect his tray and nor did you see him when you fell asleep. However when you woke up there was a very thin pile of paperwork and a tray of food, with the painkillers, next to it with a note explaining that the paperwork was simple and was a practice.

You skim read the first page and smile. Fuck yeah it was simple. All you needed to do was sign off on documents about funding for Dottore's projects as him, using your totally legal ✨forgery skills ✨.

You had finished forging his signature and had moved on to drawing in your new sketchbook (though you were using pencils you found in your bag rather than the ink and quill he provided. You also signed the documents with your pen in fear of fucking up with the quill). You were, however, struggling to come up with what to draw. You had scrolled through your camera roll but nothing inspired you.

"The fuck!" You slam your head into the table and groan at the dull pain in your forehead from the force.

"Anything I can help you with?"

"ISVSJDBFO." You jolt up right, still not used to Dottore randomly appearing like you could teleport. You open your mouth to say something but close it as you realise it wasn't the same Dottore who had been at the meeting with you.

"I'm afraid I don't speak that language." You look at him closer with a small frown, wondering if he was being serious. His mask was similar to Prime Dottore's mask, however now you could see the red eyes boring into you now. "Now is there a reason you are swearing this loudly?"

"Ha ha. No." You say closing the sketch book so Dottore couldn't see what you had been drawing. He raises an eyebrow (at least you think he did) and you immediately shake your head. "Just a little out of proportion, that's all."

"You're drawing?" His voice was full of surprise as if he wasn't a doctor that could pick up on the littlest things in your wrist. This Dottore feels very punchable. "So 'I' gave you a sketch book?"

"Well you left it for me, but yes. Though, art block is a huge problem right now." You explain with a sigh, moving the sketch book into your bag and noting how the bag seemed to not get heavier. "Is there a reason for your appearance?"

"I heard you were taking notes on the new trainees yesterday." His voice portrayed no emotion that you could pinpoint. You sigh, giving up on trying to decipher his shitty traits, and reach into your bag again to pull out the clipboard.

"Let me make another copy then, these two have already been reserved." You take the notes off the clipboard and begin to copy them over to another piece of paper underneath.

"Oh just copy over the notes on the ones who are most likely to make a mistake or who are weak." He waves his hand in dismissal while you jolt your head up.

"What why-" you cut yourself off when you realise why. Right, the Dottore who has been looking after you may be nice but he's still Dottore. At least that one hid the experiments away from you, this one was straight up admitting it.

This clone was getting more and more punchable as time went on.

"If that's all, could you leave? I don't like people looking over my shoulder as I-"

"Your eyes are really unique."

This bitch cut you off. If he does one more thing to piss you off, you are going to punch him. You roll your said, 'unique', eyes.

"I'm not letting you take my eyes mate." An invisible tick mark appears on your forehead as you turn him down through a false smile.

"A shame really. They would be quite interesting to look at. Dare I say, they look out of this world." You deadpan at his words. You couldn't tell if he was trying to be humorous or is just cringing with his wording. What concerned you the most however, is how in the ever living fuck, were you going to get him to leave?