Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 2 - That's Not Milk

Once you get to the apartment you work at, you walk in and greet Henry, who doesn't say anything back to you.

"Oh, alright. See ya, Henry."

You sit down in the chair and start reading through files and memorizing ID numbers before the residents—and dopplegängers—start checking in.

Once you've read every person's ID numbers and read all of their file info, a lady comes in and gives you her ID and her entry slip. You greet her and read through it, also referring back to her file to make sure everything was right.

When you found nothing of the ordinary, you nod your head and open the door for her.

Hours tick by, killing what seemed like one too many dopplegängers. But, this was your job.

As your shift was coming to an end, a man you didn't recognize steps inside.

"Mmm... Hello." he grumbles, handing you his ID and entry slip through the small open space on the window.

"Morning..." you respond, matching his credentials and his file with his appearance as well as making sure both items have the official D.D.D. stamps. "Everything looks good... Uh... Francis."

"Oh, good. Can you open the door for me?" he smiles dryly and takes both his ID and his entry back through the slot.

You press the button and open the door for him, reacking over to check the file, making 100% sure he was real. When you find nothing different, you sigh.

"This is boring..."

Then, another Francis walks in the door. But, you just let the real Francis inside... This had to be a clone. Not to mention, he was absolutely covered in blood.

"Uh... Sir?" you call to him. "What's with the blood all over you?"

The man chuckles dryly at your statement. "Blood? No, it's not blood. It's a new kind of milk. Scarlet milk."

Convincing, but not convincing enough.

You hit the emergency button, causing the thick metal sheet to slam over the window. You grab the phone quickly and call 3312—the D.D.D.—so they can get rid of this dopplegänger.

But for some reason... You felt sympathy for killing it. What if it was the real Francis? But, you already let the real Francis in...

You decide to go up to his room to check that he was still there. Why call him? It was 10PM and he wasn't garenteed to be awake. So, you get up and start trotting to his assigned room.

"Floor..." you say quietly, not remembering what floor he lives on. "Was it two...?"

Quietly, you head to the second floor and go to the third room.

Nervously, you begin to knock.