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ART BLURRED IS NOT MINE!!!! :)) welcome to oneshots of Francis Mosses! feel free to suggest anything while commenting, I'll do almost anything, read the first AN for more information, and I hope you enjoy

Keigo has decided to become a doorman for some unknown reason and definitely not because he saw what the residents looked like. Supposedly, he has to keep the doppelgangers out of the apartment and do better than this 'Henry' dude. He's sure he can do it.

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.

Francis Mosses, Divorced and single. Relatively short black hair, tired eyes, strong yet lanky body build. Works as a Milkman. Y/N L/N, single. H/L H/C, energetic yet tired eyes, Feminine body shape. Works as the Doorwoman of an apartment complex. Doppelgangers are quite frequent for her, especially the Milkman Doppelgangers. After a while, she and Francis are living in the same room(?) since it was the only one with a vacant spot. What events will spiral out with them living together?

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!!))

Working a 9-5 job isn't that fun. But as a doorman in 1955, it's key for survival. Even though doppelgängers are infiltrating everywhere, working like this is required. Pay isn't high, but Nate has no choice. But when another doorman comes to join him, something's... different about them. And Nate's the only one who sees it...

Just the daily life of your average doorman. It's 1955 and of course we've got man-eating doppelganger problem, probably man-made in my opinion, but the issue is it's MY job to make sure no one dies if I make the wrong call. Wow. No pressure. I seriously hope I get some kind of award for this.

(Y/N) (L/N) was Francis's childhood friend for such a long time, in this book, it will show a bit of their pasts and the present (THEY MIGHT BE SMITTEN/ref/j) Hope you enjoy!

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?"

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.

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).

A normal day at your DDD doorman position turns upside down when someone arrives at your post and steals your heart away. This story contains : - Swearing (occasionally) - Implied bad past (MC) Please feel free to leave suggestions or comments :)

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

Francis is feeling homesick, still not used to living in a new town after his previous neighbourhood had been ravaged by doppleganger chaos. Flashes of the events still haunt him, and it's only brought back a year right down to the day after the attack happened. Henry, the doorman of Francis' apartment building, tries his best to make him feel better, letting him know that he's not alone in his plight. There's trauma, angst, sadness and blood, but also wholesome moments between the doorman and one of his favourite residents. (This is also available on Ao3)

Angus and Francis were a wonderful couple until unexpected things happened. Doppelgangers almost kill Angus while trying to fight them off. Francis is on his own until he finds some friends to stay with. Read to see what happened to Angus and the Doppelgangers.

- It's February 1955. You're on your way to the apartment complex the D.D.D assigned you to guard. The bitter, winter air bites at your flesh and whistles through the clothes that were supposed to protect you. You consider going back home to put on more layers but before you can, the milkman interrupts his daily run and offers you his jacket. - Art creds- @chivviy

Credits to TsunoNoNaiAkuma for the art