Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 19 - Death & Dopplegängers

Quick TW: Really possessive behaviors, possible r@pey actions.

You have been warned.

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"Henry!?" you cry out, frozen in your tracks. You didn't know what to do. Stuck in place at the door of your office, you stare at the barely recognizable co-worker you knew as Henry.

"Oh my god.."

You slowly take a few steps forward, but someone grabs onto your wrists.

You freeze.

"We meet again, Y/n." the voice calls out. It's one you recognize.

"Let go of me, you creep!" you shout out, panicking—squirming—to get out of the dopplegänger's grasp, but to no avail.

"Shhh... Don't cause a scene darling. I just want to talk." he hissed into your ear, making you shiver feverishly.

Still panicking, you growl and attempt to rip your arms out from the fake Francis' grip, but again, you're out of luck.

Instead, the dopplegänger places his hands on your waist, pulling you against himself roughly, eliciting a light squeak from you.

"You look so delicious when you're squirming." he purrs, his hands clinging to your waist before he pushes you firmly against the wall. He groans, watching your face as you begin to give up on escaping. It was no use.

Francis wasn't coming for you.

The dopplegänger purrs into your ear, smirking down at your trembling body.

"You look so hot when you're scared, kleine maus. Or should I say.. Eine kleine maus."

You squirm in his grasp some more, whimpering when he tightens his grip. Then, a figure appears in the door.

A half-undressed Francis, glaring daggers into the dopplegänger's skull.

"Francis...?" you call, making him smirk lightly, taking a few steps closer to the dopplegänger.

"Put him down." Francis growls, cracking his knuckles threateningly. "Put down my fucking boyfriend."

You go quiet, but the dopplegänger doesn't move. Instead, he begins grinding his hips against you, making you tremble and try to break free.

"Let. Go." Francis growls again, his hands clutching tightly into fists. He takes a few loud steps towards the dopplegänger and grabs onto his hair, pulling him away from you easily.

You fall to the floor, sliding down the wall weakly. Francis just stares down at you with a glare, as if forcing himself not to do anything to you. He growls and throws the dopplegänger against the wall, kicking him in the stomach.

You were just forced to watch this unfold, your breath ragged and broken. Francis continued to beat the shit out of the dopplegänger, his eyes burning with rage.

When the dopplegänger finally falls unconscious, he turns to Henry, still dead in the office chair, your eyes locking onto Francis' own. "What happened here?" he asks, his voice softer than before.

"I—" you stutter, slowly getting up to your feet, "I don't know. He was like that when I got here." you run a hand through your greasy hair, and Francis lets out a frustrated huff.

"We need to get rid of his body before that monster wakes up and does more disgusting shit to you." Francis says flatly, grabbing Henry's pale body in his arms and simply walking out with it. You follow after him, staring at the dopplegänger's unconscious form for a moment longer.

"Don't tell me you feel sympathy for him." Francis gives you a glare, tossing Henry's body into the large dumpster outside of the apartment complex.

"I don't," you lie plainly, making him grab your wrist and drag you back inside.

"Liar." he hisses, pulling you away from the office and up to his apartment; where no one would find you.

Once you're in his apartment, he throws you against the wall of the bedroom, trying to collect his thoughts.

You grunt when he pushes you against the wall, your heart beginning to race.

"You're fucking crazy, yknow that?" Francis growls angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, yeah, but—"

"You need to start acting for yourself." Francis says with a huff of frustration. "I won't always be right around the corner to save you from possessive dopplegängers of myself."

"Yes, I know, but—"

"Y/n. Tell me the truth." he sighs and collects his feelings, sitting down on the bed. "Do you think I'm a dopplegänger? After all this time?"

Silence.

"Answer me, Y/n." he growls, raising his voice slightly, "Do you think I'm a goddamn dopplegänger or not?"

Silence.

He goes quiet too. Then, after the air tenses from the silence, he speaks quietly. "It's because I haven't cooked since we met, isn't it? Because I haven't eaten in a while."

Still, you say nothing. He lays down in bed and pats the spot next to him. "I'm sorry for lashing out, I just—"

"It's okay." you say, going over and climbing into bed with him. "If I'm gonna be honest, I wouldn't care if you were a dopplegänger."

Francis goes quiet.

"Not all of them can be bad," you try to make a reason for your first claim, but you just get even more paranoid than before. "I mean, you wouldn't hurt me."

"You don't know that." Francis argues.

"I do know that," you yawn and huddle closer to him. "That's why I haven't gone home yet. Because I don't care what you are as long as you don't hurt me like the other Francis does."

"Okay. Just... Get some sleep." Francis soothes, placing a light kiss to the top of your head. "I'll make us some food tomorrow for breakfast, kay?"

When he's done talking, you're already fast asleep. He chuckles and cuddles you, slowly falling asleep as well.

But, when you're both fast asleep...

The bedroom door creaks open.