A friend not a dopple pt2- Defense

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(Oliver's POV)

When we got into the building, Anastacha still holding my hand as we enter the ish long line.

I had trouble talking to the doorsman, Especially after last time when the doorsman accidentally called me as a doppleganger. But thankfully the DDD realized before they blew the weird chemical stuff at me to 'Exterminate' me, that I was in fact a Human an not a dopple.

The doorsman did get a warning from both the DDD, an my father. Even if my Father broke his Peaceful mood in anger that I was almost killed, but he thankfully calmed down after I was declared not dead by the DDD.

We wait there, Anastacha just silently humming, occasionally glancing at me to make sure I was ok. In front of us were Angus an Izaack, I wasn't sure if they were Dopples or not..but even if they weren't my social Anxiety refuses to talk to anyone that isn't super close to me.

Of course I am trying to get a hit more comfortable with everyone, an thing.

"NEXT!" The doorsman says after closes the door for the previous person an me an Anastacha walk up.

She holds both our ID's, because I somehow loose mine in the strangest ways. But I can keep my entry request, which she always finds strange how I loose a card but not a piece of paper.

The doorsman takes them, an double checks the information. "Let's see, Anastacha an..Oliver" they read, an double check our ID numbers, an reasons for entry.

"Alright, seems your both good to go" they say an open the door for both of us. We walk in, an the linoleum flooring from the security room change to carpet as we walk to the elevator. Anastacha hums as she walk in, pushing out floor button.

The doors close with a click an we move up. She holds my hand so I don't end up being awkward in the elevator.

"Do you think Dad's home?" I ask my sister as I hold her hand. "Mm, I think he's supposed to be home" she says, her tired eyes look at me as she speaks.

I stay silent, an eventually the doors open an we walk out. But I sensed something was wrong, It was never this quiet in the halls..never, there was always a neighbor out in the hall, either stopping by to visit someone or going back to there apartment.

But it was quiet, "That's odd" My sister said as we walked to our room. "I feel like something's wrong" I say, an gulp. Anastacha claims all is gonna be ok. Even if it isn't fully true, it was still a nice way to call my nerves.

When we enter our apartment, it's a mess. A complete mess, a weird black substances is all over the flooring as we enter. My sister freezes as she looks around, then in a swift motion makes me an her duck down behind the couch.

Right then a dopple of our father lunges out am Jumps onto the chair right next to the couch. It's mouth was a wide smile, a wide empty void-like smile. It's eyes were pitch black with two dots for eyes or pupils.

It salivates that strange black liquid as it's claw like hands scratch up the furnature. Maybe looking for food, would explain why there's several pieces of food a garbage all over the floors.

I could hear is breathing as it puffed in an out, muttering, "HOOOOOON" under it's wheezing breath.

It was the legendary, an dangerous dopple. The HoonMan, or Hoon.

My sister attempts to calm my breathing as she holds me in a hug, in bad attempt to calm my breathing an brain down. It didn't work an Hoon heard us.

With a snap it moved it's head to look in our directions, an a beastly growl escaped it's mouth as it lunged at us. Ripping the couch in two with it's claws as it chases us.

Before we can escape it scratches my sister, but that doesn't seem to stop her from defending me. With her arms out she walks back, an so do I..untill our back's hit the walls.

"Hoon, Hoon. HOOOOOOOOON!" It growled as it moved closer, but when we thought are lives we're lost.

Our father rushes into the apartment, carrying a heavy empty milk jug anx bashes it against the Hoons head. It falls down, bleeding perfusly.

He pants as the dopple falls, but he  hugs us both, apologizing that he wasn't home sooner.

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