Thatsnotmyneighbor Stories

"let me inside." (yandere!doppelgänger x reader) (lowercase cont'd)

In the year 1955, the relentless surge of shapeshifters in the southern region compelled the government to sever Arbor Vale from the outside world. The enigmatic identities of these beings remain shrouded in mystery, and to keep the citizens safe, an organization, D.D.D., was established to monitor the population from up close.

Raw ass story You're a doppel but you're also a doorman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ

another fanfic out of pure boredom

I made a mistake...

The thumping of feet running at me, my heart breathing out of my chest. My eyes widening at the sight in front of me. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I wanted to run, but I couldn't. Just then, It jumped at me. And I woke up. ((I could not for the life of me find any good Nacha and Francis fanfics and I feel like these two deserve more appreciation so I decided this. I hated how they always made Nacha so bitchy in others and it just broke my heart ;-; I hope this warms your Mosses-Mikaelys heart as much as it will mine<33 Enjoy!! (Also credit to the artist for the cover!!))

You work at the front of this new job , it's rather easy and you trust that you're safe. You don't trust anyone that easily but you see an unfamiliar face walk in..dark brown eyes, brown hair tucked under a hat, a deep raspy voice..although you initially wanted to trust him you knew that you couldn't..he comes in a week later and..he's covered in..blood?.. TW : Be ready for a lot of blood and fights {Art is not mine credit to the wonderful artist}

The love story of a phone from an abusive home and a milk man from an abusive workplace

You are just a simple doorman (as far as anyone else is concerned.) You probably don't stick out in (most) of the residences' minds, but that's exactly how you want it, right? It makes sure the you don't get distracted from your job, one that you're suspiciously good at. Only you and the 'physicist,' Dr. W Afton know why. However, the secret to your success gets harder and harder to keep, as the other residents notice strange things. The alarm is blaring constantly, as if the building is the doppelgängers' main target. What do these creatures want with the building? Are they after someone in particular? With the monsters relentlessness, how could they be sure that one hasn't made it inside? "... Where did you say you grew up again?"

Guys I attempted to make a horror fic because I love horror (I may have failed, and I was also typing on a phone so there are typos) heres the story!!!! Description: Anastacha Mikaelys came home from school to see that a Doppelganger had come in...the neighbors are stuck and have to survive.

A collection of various short stories about the game, That's Not My Neighbor (TNMN), all of which are original and written by me. Important Notes Publishing is not my main priority and will be slow most of the time. I take requests, but I cannot promise that I will write everything that is requested. I ask that all requests stay under the published work titled Requests. Cover picture and story pictures are not drawn by me.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴛ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴇᴀʜ !! ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴀʀᴛꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ !! ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ! - ʜᴏʟʏ_ᴍᴏꜱꜱᴋᴜᴍɪ

yippee I made an OC for the game, now let me die /j

Opowiadanie powstało na podstawie gry ,,That's not my neighbor". Jest rok 1955, a ty jesteś nowo przyjętą portierką w pobliskim budynku, gdzie zajmujesz się sprawdzaniem tożsamości sąsiadów. Twoim zadaniem jest wpuszczanie mieszkańców, a w razie wykrycia niepożądanych gości podszywających się pod nich, Twoim obowiązkiem jest zaalarmowanie DDD (Departamentu Detekcji Dopelgangerów).

Credits to TsunoNoNaiAkuma for the art

Basically the title :P

(a That's Not My Neighbor fanfic/oneshot. Also available on AO3) The doorman (reader is gender neutral, that's just the term they use in the game) is worn down, it's plain to see. But a surprise guest on a cigarette break is there to make it all the better...

One morning, Francis Mosses slept in and was late for his first milk deliveries of the day. He rushed his morning routine and ran towards the elevator, meeting Angus Ciprianni. Little did he know, that this wont be the first interraction they'll have with eachother.