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*She shrugged, walking away from him and going deeper into the apartment.*

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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We find if we bite a human but don't kill them, they change.

*She circled around him.*

You should look normal. It would be easy to get into apartments.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She hesitated, then sunk her teeth into his shoulder. She did try and eating him though, strangely. She just let go.*

Ah, well...I know you won't mind becoming a doppleganger. Not like your scrawny, malnourished body will be useful as a meal.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She stopped.*

One last chance. Do you change your mind?

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She grabbed his shoulders, her claws gripping into him as her face opened again, going to bite off his face...*

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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Then you'll die. Simple as that.

*she lunged at him*

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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It's not enough! You think we chose humans based off of anything but pure quantity?

*She shook her head.*

A whole human can feed a dopple for a good three days. That's why we eat them.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She tensed up. She seemed impatient.*

I would like my colony members to survive.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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Hmm...you're a human. One who others would trust.

*Her face sealed up.*

Bring someone else to this apartment, then you won't be eaten. If you don't come back I swear I will find you and eat you.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She huffed.*

Some of our colony members have been taken by the snatchers. They're worse than the yellow men. They take dopples and starve them or tear them apart or...worse. We managed to get a few back. But they need flesh so they can heal.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She snapped at him, biting just in front of his nose.*

You really know nothing! You're really just lucky you look like someone I like. He needs someone to impersonate, doesn't he? If you're dead he'll have to find some other milkman to pretend to be.

*A sound almost like a giggle left her throat.*

Of course I might be too hungry to let you leave...and we do have all those dopples who are healing that need food.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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We don't have names. Though I do like the name Nacha. I may keep it.

*She moved even closer, now standing directly in front of him. Her breath was hot on his face...and quite irregular, she didn't seem to breath often. Just short little foul smelling puffs every minute or so.*

You look like my husband.

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She tilted her head. Her face then split in half, exposing a huge mouth of sharp teeth.*

Who is this Nacha?

*Her voice was echoey, like she was talking into a cavern.*

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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*She took a step closer to him. Then another. Despite the sad expression permanently stitched onto her face she seemed almost gleeful. A wheezing, hollow sound filled the air as she backed him towards the door.*

Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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Francis sighed softly as he walked toward his apartment. It had been a long day of delivering milk, and he was exhausted. Barely had the energy to put one foot in front of the other.

As he neared the building, he saw the line. It seemed to be pretty long. Perhaps there were just more doppelgängers today… Or maybe it was just a new doorman again, terrified of failing their job.

As he stood in line, he saw a familiar figure. Was that.. Nacha?

He felt awkward, but he needed to get into the building quickly. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, after all. Even though he had avoided her all this time… He couldn’t now. Hopefully, she wouldn’t notice it was him.

- @milkman-francis

(Ooc: for Stitchface (I hope this is good! It got a bit longer than I was planning it to be))

*Stitchface watched in complete silence as Francis entered the building. The whole place seemed run down and dilapidated, and the doorman was...seemingly napping with their cap over their eyes. The door slammed shut behind him and put from the shadows stepped Stitchface. She began to slowly circle Francis, tilting her head as if she were sizing him up.*

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Reblog this post if you’d like a rp starter, or just send me a starter if that’s what you’d prefer. (Spam notifications with random asks and stuff if you’d like (even if it isn’t an actual starter) It doesn’t really matter (I need to interact more as him to get used to rping as him))

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*Stichface stood up.*

Alright, well...over there are the fridges where we keep remnants of the meals we don't finish, and of course the beds...the stairs here lead to the second floor.

*She begins to lead it up the stairs.*

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( I look at the other doppels here and I cannot help but wonder if I somehow actually ate more human flesh than them...Just wondering... )