That's Not My Neighbor- One shots

Milkman News- Izaack X Francis

Request By: Eleanor3nighteye

(Izaack's POV)

⚠️-Minor Trigger Warning!-⚠️

The Cameras slowly booted up, and the lighters flickered on. My Familiar grin of perfectly Aligned, White teeth glowed brighter than any news light ever could.

Along with my teeth, my combed-back hair and grey suit always left those seemingly wanting more. Perhaps it's my charisma..or perhaps my German Accent ripping out of words.

"Ready Mr Gauss?" My Cameraman asked as he adjusted the turned-on Camera. I grinned in reply. Pulling my comb out of my hair, and adjusting my tie "Ready as I'll ever be!" They nod, and soon I'm faced with the Camera.

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After a couple of hours passed the cameras were cut off, and my evening reports were recorded. "That's a Wrap Izaack!" I nod in acknowledgment, taking a breather from that. It is never easy how much you have to talk with little breathing time, and always have to deliver the News quickly before someone else does.

I get up from the table I was seated at, stretching my limbs before moving to the back to grab my coat, "I'll see you tomorrow then" I chuckle before leaving, giving my camera crew a small goodbye wave before exiting.

Outside it was quiet windy, and wet. Rain sprinkled out from the dark clouds. I put the hood on my coat as I walked through the streets. Attempting to get home as quickly as possible. Because I don't want to be dripping wet from rain, and the Doppelganger problem that my town has been having.

It is quite eerie seeing something look like someone you know, without it being them. I don't usually see those Dopples, unlike My Boyfriend Francis. Who sees so many versions of himself I'm still surprised he can keep track of them all.

From what I can remember there's Scarlet, Hoonman, Frankcis, Dumbo, and a chance that there's more. Way more.

Besides trying to remember all these names, it's especially tricking trying to explain to people that I'm a homosexual.

Because where I come from, homosexuality is quite frowned upon..and would possibly kill you, especially for a gay man like myself. That's why it's tricky for me to admit it, even if down here the people are quite nicer than those in my homeland.

The rain seeps through my coat as I make it inside. The change of temperatures has me a bit of a mess, my hair less combed but passible for my appearance check from the Doorsman.

With a nod I'm let in, the door clicks open and I enter. The inside of the building was far from perfect, but it does quite a fine job of being the home for me and many others.

The walls were faintly yellowed like in the lobby, with noticeable cracks from old age perhaps. The decor was slightly bare, with only pictures of the passed Doorman of the month on the wall. Most of the images except for Henry's were faded.

The elevator was just up to the end of the hall, and when I got inside I pressed the button for my floor. As the doors closed the rain that seeped through my clothes, and hair dripped onto the carpeted rug of the inside.

The ride up to my floor was never usually long, so before I got comfortable standing up it already dinged to its destination, and opened.

My shoes squeaked from the rain, as well and made a faintly noticeable trail on the darkened carpet that led down to the end of the hall. Eventually, I reached my apartment, digging in my pockets for where I placed my key before entering it into the keyhole.

The door opened with a faint grunt, inside my apartment was nothing abnormal. I had a couple of pictures here, and there along with a couple of paintings.

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear snoring. I put my wet shoes in their respective place and investigated the snoring.

In my darkened living room I can faintly make out a figure. My hands reach for the light, and when it is turned on I'm greeted with a passed-out Milkman on my couch. A Soft chuckle escapes me as I walk towards him, gently placing a kiss on his forehead.

He twitches a bit but returns to sleep.

Though, normally when one passes out on the couch they don't curl up in a protective ball as Francis does. That was a question I had always had in our early relationship, it was always hard to remember what he had told me..how he answered.

A frown escapes my lips as I remember exactly what he said. Similar to me, he had his fangirls that enjoyed his company when he delivered. But, unlike me, I didn't get assaulted by one.