That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

Two-faced-🎭

It's been 3, perhaps 4 years since my accident that turned my life into a dangerous game of who's who.

The accident, I remember as if it happened yesterday.
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It was a day like any other. Delivering milk in my milk truck.

It was a hot day, as the sun was bright in the sky. But besides that, it was Alright, occasionally a DDD worker chasing a doppelganger to exterminate.

But what I didn't know was, it wasn't gonna be an easy day.

After I parked my truck I grabbed the almost empty milk crate and hopped out of my truck in a sort of enthusiastic way. My eyes were tired but showed joy to everyone.

My black shoes tapped against the concrete, and the remaining glass jugs clanked and tapped against each other.
As I arrived at the house, and as I placed the jars down I heard whispering.

"Come here" the voice was a sort of whisper, like the wind. If the wind has a voice. I turned my head in the direction I heard the noise.

I stood up and just stared in the direction of the voice. "Come here", the voice repeated. My eyes found a figure in the corner of the block. By the looks of it, it looked like a DDD worker.

"Huh?" I muttered tiredly and followed the voice. Possibly the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. But of course, I could have been extremely tired to think twice.

I walk to the corner, and the DDD worker grabs me. I realized this wasn't a member or worker. This was a doppelganger, and I got tricked. The Doppelganger tore off its disguise mask. Its face was ish of a human but with a black substance dripping from its eyes, and mouth, and teeth sharp, probably sharper than any knife, or razor.

It was stronger than mine, so my attempts to try to escape were dry. It laughed, "Finally, a feast I can enjoy for a long time, LONG TIME!!" I struggle way more in a Failed attempt or hope to escape. It grips me roughly and lunges its fangs into my neck. The black substance from its mouth mixes with my bleeding wound.

I struggle as I'm bitten, but somehow, s get the strength to push it away. It crashes into the back of a building. I fall on my back, holding the wound with my hand. Groaning in pain.

Without another thought, I force myself up. The Doppelganger growls in anger as its food decides to release a final trick to stay alive. "You got quite the guts!" It drools, "That only makes me wanna consume you more!" It growls and starts chasing me.

My first logical reaction starts, and I run. I run like a victim in a horror movie. As I run I drop my milk crate to attempt to put some distance between me, and the doppelganger.

Eventually, I reach my truck and frantically try to get the key in to start the engine. It starts right as the doppelganger reaches the mirror of the truck.

I start driving, but it only crawls into the front of the truck, pounding on the glass. It growls and laughs. I believed I was gonna give up.

I drove faster and eventually lost it. As it fell off onto the ground. But even after I lost it I could hear it saying, "I'm NOT DONE!!".

My heart is pounding in my chest, "Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!" I manically say as I was almost food for a doppelganger. The bite in my neck started bleeding more.

I attempted to find a tissue, or a newspaper to stop the bleeding. I end up using my bowtie to stop the bleeding. Yes it wasn't practical to use a piece of work uniform to clean a wound, but I think my boss would understand, hopefully.

Eventually, I get back to the apartment building, and after a deep thought of how to explain myself that I'm not a doppelganger, but attacked by one of the doormen, I exit the truck.

When I walk inside some of the people in line turn to look at me. Some seemed disgusted, perhaps they thought I was a doppelganger, while others seemed sorry.

I just grab my hat, and hide my face underneath it.

"Next!" The doorman called, and I walked up, "Mmm..hello" I said, trying to get both my ID and entry request out with one hand, while the other was holding my bow over the cut.

"What happened to you?" The doorman asks, it wasn't common for this type of conversation. Dopples sometimes used cuts as a tactic to get in. "I got attacked by a doppelganger while on the job" I answered.

The doorsman looked over my stuff, and like always called my room to make sure I was who I claimed to be. After no answer on the phone, he let me in. I grabbed my stuff and walked in.

The door clicked closed as I walked into the elevator, and clicked the button for the 3rd floor. The elevator doors close with a thud, and I just wait for the elevator to open.

The bite starts feeling itchy, and I resist trying to itch it. "Why did this have to happen?" I groan.

Eventually the elevator dings, and I walk out. I try to avoid anyone in the halls. Because everyone is on the edge of being attacked, and I understand. Since my cut hurts like hell.

Luckily no one is out in the halls, and I quickly get to my room. I quickly get my key into the door and walk inside.

I closed the door slowly, but in reality it was frantic and fast. Possibly enough for Steven and his father to hear. I hoped they didn't, it wasn't that they were bad people, but. At this moment in time I didn't want them seeing my bite.

I put my shoes away quickly, and walk to the bathroom. Digging through the cupboards under my sink for gauze, medical tape, medical cream, and peroxide.

Once all of those were found, I removed my bowtie from the wound. The blood stopped pouring out of my neck. I gently poured peroxide on it, and just cleaned as well as bandaged the wound.

But, when I'm about to put away the stuff back under the cupboard, something black drips from my face onto the sink. "What the?" Another drop lands onto my finger, the substance is like milk but, black.

I looked up into the mirror and froze. The liquid was dripping out of my eyes, nose, and mouth. "W-What the fuck!?" I'm getting scared of what's happening.

I back up and trip backward into my tub. I fall with a loud thud. I groan and got up. More liquid drips from my face onto the shower curtains, staining them. My breathing quickens.

I slowly get up, and look back into the mirror, and jump in fear. My eyes are pitch black and empty. The only source of eyes is two tiny white dots. My mouth, it's wide, empty, and wide. My teeth and tongue are gone.

I frantically touched my face, trying to make sure this wasn't just a bad nightmare.

I wanted to speak, I wanted to scream, I wanted to wake up from this horrible dream. But all I could yell, or say was, 'Hoon'.
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Ever since that day, I have become a changed milkman. During the day I would be the normal Francis Mosses. But, at night I was a different being. A doppelganger others say, but what the public likes to call me, is the 'Hoon man'.