That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

One Hoon of a time!-💀

  (Doorsman POV)

It has been a long day, and my shifts are almost over. The clock on the wall above the security window ticks, and ticks.

TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK

"My shift is almost over" You sigh. Only a couple of people left for the night. You run your eyes and hear footsteps.

TAP, TAP, TAP.

The footsteps were light but made a lot of noise, the only other noise besides the walking, and the clock was, breathing. Soon the person walked up, it was Albertsky.

"Hello," he spoke in a tired but enthusiastic voice. He took out only his ID. It wasn't common for someone to forget something so I reminded him, "Your, Entry request? , "Oh yes, yes, my apologies" he apologizes as he pulls out his entry request.

Your hands take it and examine every little bit, "Name, Albertsky Peachman.." you mutter as you look over his papers. "Everything checks out, you're good to go. Also, say Hi to Robertsky for me?", "Will do!" He chuckles, as he grabs his stuff, and walks in.

Soon it grows quiet after the door closes. Soon your watch beeps, indicating the end of your shift. Your hand goes to your watch to turn off the beeping, then you press the button under the table to close the building so no one can get in, or out for the rest of the night.
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(??? POV)

It was a cold night, some humans might call it the coldest. But to me, it is no different than any other night. It was just another night, a night in which I must feed. But to find a victim.

It was all easy, except for tricking the humans. It wasn't easy for me, considering the only thing that was obvious to my unhumanness was my wide black smile and black eyes with white dots for eyes. As well as the fact the only thing I can say, is 'Hoon'

But in my first years in this town, I have made many tiny mistakes that could have taken my life in a split millisecond. But, good for me I am in excellence of running, or fleeing when the retched D.D.D's been called.

That is why whenever it is morning, or bright out. I forget the name but when the bright thing in the sky is up I stay hidden amongst the leaves, and trees in the dark woods.

But. when it turns dark and cold I roam freely. For the D.D.D is Barely out at dark. But of course one wrong move I could still be sent to death. So disguised as the town's Milkman, since I thought that everyone liked him I could do the same.

So as the doppelganger of the Milkman Francis, I crawl out of the dark. Looking for a victim to consume. My eyes and mouth bleed black. A sign of my hunger, but soon. Soon, I smell something,  HUMAN!
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(Doorsman POV)

I walk out of the building, locking up the building for extra protection from Doppelgangers.

I sway my scarf around my neck as I walk. The cool nightly breeze blows through my hair. It was a nice feeling as I walked.

After a couple of minutes of walking, I get under a street lamp and notice something. I froze, "Hello?", no one answered. But I could see someone or something.

It was tall and wore white, and from the faintness of the light on it, its cap said something. 'MilkMan', my eyes squint as I attempt to make out more features. Its face was covered by shadows, but there were two tiny white dots, sort of like eyes in the dark.

In its hand was a crate, a milk crate with full jars of milk, "Hello?" You repeat. The figure starts walking into the street light. Its face was soon revealed.

"what the fuck!?" You back up as the beings empty, wide mouths, and eyes are seen.
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(??? POV)

I walk into the street light, holding the crate in my hands. My face is a smile just like the Milkman's. Although I had no teeth or eyes of a human to seem Friendly, to lure or trap.

"You're a doppelganger!!" The person Mutters scarcely. I just walk closer to them. I stop and offer the crate of milk jugs to them.

"HOOOOOOOOOOON" I say in a creaky voice, of course, my attempts to seem harmless are failing. As everything except my face is that of a human. The person backs up, eventually running.

Seems my attempts to capture food have failed tonight, lucky though I got milk to sustain me.