Another Day, Another Doppel - Francis Mosses x Reader

3 - The Days Drag On

"Walter, huh?" You questioned, eyeing the small worm wriggling out of Gloria's cheek. Her eyes looked dead inside, glossed over and emotionless. "Sorry, Walter."

At first, you were remorseful, now you were just disgusted. You wondered how so many doppelgängers were wandering the streets, possessing the features of your neighbors. You also wondered how the same creatures that could bite your jugular out were the same beings that didn't know how many eyes were a "normal human amount".

You waved to the D.D.D. suits as they once again filed out. You tried to peek around the glass, peering out at the remnants of battle, but couldn't see a piece of evidence of what they were doing with these bad clones. You honestly wondered if they were even killing the doppelgängers or just teaching them how to get better at their jobs.

"Hi."

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Robertsky approached the glass, sliding his entry permit underneath the glass.

"Your ID?"

"Oh. Right."

Then came the ID, which you pulled toward yourself, along with the permit. You read them over carefully, noting the stamps, the dates, the photos, and the spellings. His ID number matched his file and his description fit the man before you.

"You're not on the list," You opened, stacking the papers over each other.

"I had an emergency at work." He answered, his voice monotone as he stared down with beady eyes. They seemed a little more awkward than usual.

"I'll just give your apartment a call." You nodded, suspiciously picking up the phone. You began to type in the numbers, watching the glass as Robertsky didn't move.

"Hello, Albertsky Peachmen speaking. Me and my brother are home right now. We aren't expecting any visitors."

"Thanks, Al." You muttered into the mic before putting the phone down. "One more second, your brother didn't pick up." You lied as Robertsky nodded.

You then reached forward and pressed the emergency button, pulling the phone back up. You could hear thrashing on the other side of the metal shutters, but they were muffled under the loud sirens.

The D.D.D came and left once more, followed by a familiar figure once more.

"Oh, hey Francis." You smiled as he gave a weak smile back, sliding his papers in through the slot.

"Mmm. Hello." He replied. "That wasn't Robertsky?"

"He's already upstairs in his room with Albertsky."

"Hmm. They're getting better at this." He muttered, placing his hands on the counter. He leaned forward a little, just relieving pressure from his legs as you began detailing his papers.

"Yeah, tell me about it." You remarked as he let out a low, tired chuckle.

His voice rumbled with rasp as he spoke, showcasing the long morning of sales he had. It sent chills down your spine as you shivered, trying to readjust yourself. "Long day, hmm?" You questioned, trying to hide your blushing face.

"It always is." He nodded. "I'm sure you understand."

"If anyone would, it'd be me. My days start when the first person leaves for work and ends when the last person comes home. I hope people start heading to bed early soon. It's only been a little over a week and exhaustion is starting to set in." You nodded.

"I'll try to sleep in tomorrow," He smiled as you smiled back. You slid back his papers and unlocked the door, letting him in.

Your eyes lingered as you watched him walk through the doors, tucking his papers in his pocket as he pulled off his hat, pushing his dark brown hair back before disappearing from view.