That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

Milk and Blood pt2- 🥛🩸

(Francis's POV)

My arms blocked the Way of the Crazed Blood thirsty Dopple. My eyes glaring at the Being down on the ground.

A crazed chuckle escapes the entity as it lifted its head off from the cold ground, "Thinking about stopping me, ay Mosses?" It's mock human teeth grow into disturbing needle like fangs, glistering in saliva and Blood as it gets up.

Sweat Drips down my back as I back up, Blocking the Doorman like my life depended on it. The Dopple chuckled with growls in-between, before lunging towards me. It's mouth opened agape reaching for my neck as I catch it's jaw in my hand.

The dopple growls while attempting to push through me, there teeth piercing through my hand as I push them back. My back hitting the wall by the DDD Alarm.

"Your Blood is so sweet, maybe you'll be my next Scarlet Milk Batch" It chuckles as I lunges again. This time it's mock human human fingers grow into freakishly long Dopple claws. It's from widens, slashing it's claws against my flesh, knocking me against the button.

It growls as the alarms seems to agitate it worser.

I desperately try to Dial the Doorsman's Phone for the DDD, but the Dopples attacks behind me. Causing me to drop the phone while it rings

The dopple Growls, ramming my head against the wall. Slashing my skin worser with its disgusting claws, my clothes getting stained on red. Similarly to it's Deceitful Appearance.

I attempt to push it away again, but it clings it's claws into my arm. Keeping my stick against the wall.

It stares at me, eyes full of rage as the alarms red flashing over the Dopples face. It's teeth moving slowly towards my ear.

"Ready to Die, Francis?" It's teeth snap together when saying my name, like my existence it's self makes it mad.

I close my eyes hoping that my end is quick. Before I open them and see the DDD rushing into the office and taking the Doppleganger away like it's an animal.

A dog Muzzle being placed around it's mouth as It tries to escape them with no look, "LET ME GO FUCKERS!" it growls trying to get away.

Another agent tends to my wounds, "You know, your quite Lucky Mr. mosses"

"I..I guess I am" I pant as blood stains more of my work clothes. "If it wasn't for your Doorsman you would of Been bad news for the paper" it muffled, still tending to my wounds.