That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

A friend not a dopple pt2- Defense

(Oliver's POV)

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

I had trouble talking to the doorman, Especially after the last time when the doorman accidentally called me a doppelganger. But thankfully the DDD realized before they blew the weird chemical stuff at me to 'Exterminate' me, that I was a Human and not a dopple.

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

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

Of course, I am trying to get a bit more comfortable with everyone, and things.

"NEXT!" The doorman says after closing the door for the previous person and Anastacha walks up.

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

The doorman takes them and double-checks the information. "Let's see, Anastacha and.Oliver" They read and double-checked our ID numbers, and reasons for entry.

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

The doors close with a click and 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 looking at me as she speaks.

I stay silent, and eventually the doors open and 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 their 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, a 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 substance is all over the flooring as we enter. My sister freezes as she looks around, then in a swift motion makes me duck down behind the couch.

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

It salivates that strange black liquid as its claw-like hands scratch up the furniture. Maybe looking for food would explain why there are several pieces of food garbage all over the floors.

I could hear his breathing as it puffed in and out, muttering, "HOOOOOON" under its wheezing breath.

It was the legendary, and dangerous dopple. The Hoonman, or Hoon.

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

With a snap, it moved its head to look in our direction, and a beastly growl escaped its mouth as it lunged at us. Ripping the couch in two with its 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, and so do I.. until our backs hit the walls.

"Hoon, Hoon. HOOOOOOOOON!" It growled as it moved closer, but when we thought about our lives we were lost.

Our father rushes into the apartment, carrying a heavy empty milk jug and bashes it against Hoon's head. It falls, bleeding profusely.

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