That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

Conspiracy theorist..the Afton way

(Dr W POV)

My eyes open, and I'm in a dark room. My breathing is muffled by the gas mask that's covering my nose and mouth.

This was so the gas that the DDD used wouldn't enter my body after the doorsman called them on me, under my calm breathing I am enraged by the near audacity the foolish doorman had.

Calling my own organization against me, only a dead man wishes that.

After what felt like a damn eternity I move my hands towards the buckle of the mask, and take it off. My face greeted with smell of a cool breeze and anesthesia.

I adjust my square glasses on my face and hear the sounds of footsteps get closer to the room. The door then opens, and one of my workers enters the room. "Took you long enough" I say, "We apologies sir, the subject was difficult in grabbing"

My annoyance is clear in my sigh, "Are they atleast here?" The agent nods, "Right on the next room when your ready"

That atleast brought some hope in this mistake of a day. I head out Into the halls of my facility. Some doors I pass show my..let's say mistakes I have made in my past, most are what the DDD try to eliminate.. Dopplegangers.

They are quite embarrassing to even look at, how a mind like mine could have ever created such beings.

As I move closer to the room with the doorman the closer it is to see them. They looked pretty beat up, the DDD agent probably had to whack em a good one before getting them here.

By the looks of it too, it seems their body is so beat up it may make it hard for them to escape the body bag they seem to be halfway zipped in.

With a deep breath to calm my already annoyed self, and a small comb of my hair and a adjustment of my tie I eventually walk into the room..