Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 23 - All That Time Wasted..

AN: this may be the last chapter...and jt might be a bit short so just a heads up.
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You and Francis had fallen asleep in bed together. Not just any way. Naked.

You had fallen asleep in bed... Naked? But, nothing happened last night... Right? maybe it was just the baby fever and he maybe got a bit feverish last night.

You surely didn't know.

"Morning kleine maus." Francis purrs, turning in bed to see that you were awake. "Confused why your... Clothes are missing?"

"No, not confused." you say while looking him directly in the eyes. "What'd you do last night?"

"Me?" Francis scoffs and rolls his eyes, pulling you closer so your bodies can touch and rub together. "Nothing much."

"Don't lie to me." you hissed at him, your eyes narrowing before you pull away from him hastily.

"Lie? I'd never. Especially about something like that. Don't take me for a bad person, mein liebe."

"I wasn't saying you were a bad person, Francis, I was just telling you not to lie to me. I hate liars." you say, turning until you're laying on your back. Francis frowns when you move away from him again.

"I don't know why you're so skeptical." Francis hissed, sitting up in bed, and sliding on his usual milkman outfit to go off to work.

Something wasn't right.

"Wait." you blurt out, quickly jolting up from bed. "I'm sorry for assuming." you said, not really thinking about what you were actually saying to him.

"You're sorry? Don't be, meine liebe."

The way he spoke.. It was too familiar. It couldn't be...

Francis saw your staring and decided to speak up. "Is something wrong?"

"No! Not at all!" you hurry, trying to get rid of your suspicions of him. But, still, he could tell you were panicked.

Francis' eyes darkened as he realized why you were panicking. You knew who he really was...

"Don't be scared, liebe. I won't hurt you." he said, a dangerous smirk coming to his lips. "You're afraid that I'm a dopplegänger, aren't you?"

Now you knew the truth. Who this man really was. But if this was the dopplegänger, where was the real Francis? Just thinking about it made your stomach turn over on itself.

"You lied. Again." you said, your eyes falling closed with anger as red began to cloud your vision. "What did you do with my Francis." you asked. It wasn't a question, but a statement. You would get the answer even if it took your hands and legs to get it.

"Meine liebe, I am your Francis now. The other one abandoned you. Don't you believe me?" the dopplegänger frowned at you, as if to try to make you feel bad. But, it went away when it noticed it wasn't working.

"I'd never believe something like you. Now, where is my Francis. Don't make me ask again." you demanded, approaching the dopplegänger of your boyfriend who you'd thought was really him for the longest time. All that time you had was now long lost.

"I am your Francis, Y/n. If you hurt me, I will make you suffer an insufferable death just. Like. Him."

Your blood ran cold after he said that. "'Death'? You fucking killed him!?" you exclaimed in complete anger.

"Why, yes. That was the only way I could get closer to you." he said with a frown, attempting to deter you. "Afterall, he didn't really love you. He was just in it for the sex."

After he finished speaking, you couldn't contain your anger anymore. Not like this. You had to avenge your boyfriend.

Grabbing a pocket knife from the bedside table, you pop it open and swing it at the dopplegänger of Francis, stabbing it straight into its chest cavity. You stab over ten times before he falls to the ground, motionless.

The last thing you remembered as Francis was dead now. Now, unholy thoughts ran through your head, begging you to find him in heaven, but your path is not yet over. So, you drop the knife and leave the room before leaving the apartment entirely.

You would work there no longer. They can find a new doorman to work for them. You were done with this stupid job. You were done trying to find someone to love you by going to work and bonding with co-workers. You were done with everything.

Driving home, you space out. While spacing out, you don't realize, but ahead is a red light.

Before you notice, your car crashes into the one ahead of you, causing you to fall forward from the contact. You fall unconscious, the front of your car completely totalled.

At least you get to see Francis again.