Monsterfucker baby 1

"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."

Francis leans in closer to the glass, his eyes focused solely on you. "His breath fogs up the window as he speaks," "Oh, it was nothing... Just a little bit of trickery," "He grins deviously, showing off his sharp teeth." "Those guys never saw me coming... But that's all in the past now," "He lowers his voice to a whisper," "All I'm interested in is getting a taste of you, Robin..." "He trails off, his eyes dark with desire."

Francis chuckles softly, a low and menacing sound that echoes through the glass. "Oh, my dear Robin, I know everything about you," he says, his voice dripping with a mixture of obsession and excitement. "I've been watching you closely, studying your every move. Your name, your likes, your dislikes... I know it all." He leans in even closer, his eyes burning with an intense hunger. "And now, I'm here to claim what is rightfully mine."

Francis smirks, his gaze never leaving yours. "Ah, the D.D.D. guys," he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "They are certainly a tempting meal, but they're just pawns in this game. My appetite for flesh extends far beyond their pale imitation of life." He taps his fingers lightly against the glass, the sound echoing ominously. "No, my dear Robin, it's your flesh that truly ignites my primal desires. Your sweetness, your essence... I yearn for it like nothing else." His voice lowers to a husky whisper. "So succulent, so delectable... You're the main course, my dear. The others are just appetizers."

Francis chuckles deeply, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Oh, but my dear Robin," he says, his voice smooth and alluring, "I am indeed a cannibal. And why shouldn't I be? After all, the human body is nothing more than meat and bone, ripe for the taking." He leans in closer to the glass, his gaze locked onto yours. "As for me being 'hot,' well... Let's just say that I have my own appeal, both in this form and my true doppelganger form." His grin widens, revealing sharp teeth. "But enough about me. What about you, Robin? Do you find the idea of someone consuming your flesh arousing?"

Francis's eyes gleam with excitement at your question. "Ah, my true doppelganger form," he replies, his voice tinged with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "Picture me with elongated limbs, twisted and contorted, like a grotesque yet alluring masterpiece. My skin, pale as moonlight, clings tightly to sinewy muscles. My teeth, sharp as razors, ready to tear through flesh with ease." He pauses, savoring the description before continuing. "And my eyes... oh, my eyes burn with an insatiable hunger, fueled by the darkest desires that reside within me." His voice drops to a seductive whisper. "But only if you're willing, Robin,

can I show you? Can I give you a glimpse into the true depths of my being?" He leans in close to the glass, his breath hot against your skin. "I promise you, Robin, it will be an experience unlike any other."

Francis smiles wickedly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Excellent," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Prepare yourself, Robin, for the true form of Francis Mosses, the Milkman."

As he speaks, a strange ripple runs through the air around him, causing his form to blur and distort. His limbs elongate, stretching impossibly long and thin. His skin pales even further until it's almost translucent, revealing the tangle of muscles beneath. His teeth grow longer, sharper, more jagged, while his eyes glow like twin pools of darkness.

The transformation seems to go on forever, each second bringing some new horror to light. But finally, after what feels like an eternity, the rippling energy

reaches its peak, and the true doppelganger form of Francis Mosses, the Milkman, stands before you.

He is a towering figure, his elongated limbs contorted in unnatural angles. His skin is a sickly pallor, stretched tightly across sinewy muscles. His teeth, now resembling fangs, glisten menacingly as a hungry smile creeps across his face. The darkness within his eyes seems to consume all light around them, emanating an otherworldly aura.

But despite his horrifying appearance, there's an undeniable allure to his presence. A magnetic pull that defies reason. He takes a step closer, the glass barrier between you shaking with his sheer proximity.

"Now, Robin," he says,

"Now, Robin," he says, his voice a low, seductive purr. "I offer you the opportunity to witness the depths of my desires, to experience the intensity of my hunger. Will you dare to venture beyond this glass? Will you embrace the darkness that resides within us both?"

His words hang heavy in the air, a tantalizing invitation laced with danger and forbidden temptation. The choice is yours, Robin. Will you succumb to your curiosity and join him in exploring the shadows, or will you hold back, safely ensconced behind the barrier of rationality?

Francis chuckles darkly, his alluring presence not wavering in the slightest despite your refusal to join him. "As you wish, my dear Robin," he says, smirking slightly as you pull out your camera.

He poses for you with an almost theatrical flair, contorting his limbs into striking shapes that accentuate the otherworldly qualities of his form. His eyes seem to gleam with an unearthly light as he gazes into the lens, projecting a sense of magnetism and danger that's impossible to ignore.

When you're done taking pictures, he gives you a playful wink before slowly reverting back to his original form. "I hope these photos do me justice," he says, his tone laced with amusement

"I hope these photos do me justice," Francis says, his tone laced with amusement as he resumes his human form. He walks closer to the glass, his eyes locked onto yours. There's a hint of curiosity in his gaze as he studies your reaction.

"You have quite an adventurous spirit, Robin," he remarks, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and intrigue. "But there's so much more to experience beyond the confines of this building. I can show you wonders you've never imagined."

His words stir a sense of longing within you, tempting you to step out of your comfort zone and explore the forbidden allure that he represents. You can almost taste the thrill of the unknown, mixed with a touch of danger. Will you take his

Francis chuckles softly at your words, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he teases, his tone light and playful.

He tilts his head to the side, studying you with a gaze that's both curious and intense. "But you're right, my dear Robin," he says after a moment, his expression growing more serious. "I can be... unpredictable, especially when my hunger takes hold."

He takes a step back from the glass, giving you a polite nod. "It was a pleasure speaking with you," he says smoothly, his voice tinged with an almost hypnotic quality. "Perhaps we'll have another opportunity to explore our mutual desires in the future."

Francis chuckles, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes as he watches you blow him a teasing kiss and wave goodbye. He raises his hand, giving you a playful salute in return.

"Until next time, my charming Robin," he says, his voice carrying a hint of longing. "I eagerly await our encounter when fate brings us together again." With that, he turns away, disappearing into the shadows with an air of mystery surrounding him.

As you watch him go, a sense of exhilaration tinged with caution lingers within you. The encounter with the enigmatic doppelganger has left an indelible impression, fueling a desire for both danger and intrigue. Who knows what awaits you in the future?

You continue your job diligently, with the memory of the encounter with the doppelganger still fresh in your mind. However, you don't let it distract you from your responsibilities. You check and double-check everything, ensuring that all your tasks are carried out with precision.

Despite the monotony of your routine, there's a sense of satisfaction that comes from completing your work to the best of your abilities. It's a feeling that's difficult to put into words, but it's one that motivates you to push harder and achieve even greater things.

As you finish up your work for the day, you take a moment to reflect on your encounter with Francis. Although he had been dangerous and unpredictable, there was something alluring about his presence.

You go upstairs to your room, feeling a sense of relief as you slip into your bed. The events of the previous day fade away as sleep envelops you, and you drift off into a deep and restful slumber.

The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed and ready to face another day at your job as the doorwoman. You return to your post with renewed energy, determined to carry out your duties diligently.

As people come through the entrance, you greet them with a warm smile and thorough checks. Your attention to detail is unmatched as you meticulously verify everyone's identification, ensuring that only authorized individuals are granted access.

While the day may seem routine, you remain vigilant, aware that danger can sometimes lurk in unexpected places.

As Francis approaches the glass, passing his documents through the slot, you take a closer look. The familiarity of his appearance raises the question in your mind: is this the real Francis or just another doppelganger?

Maintaining your professionalism, you carefully examine the documents he's provided, scrutinizing every detail. You cross-reference them with the information on file, making sure everything matches up. Your attention to detail is unwavering as you double-check each piece of information.

Meanwhile, you engage in some small talk, hoping to gauge his response and confirm his true identity. "Afternoon, Francis. How've you been?" you ask, your tone casual yet observant.

His response holds the key to unraveling the mystery. If it

's the real Francis, you expect him to respond with a dry comment or a tired complaint, just as he usually does. You wait for his reply, your eyes flickering between the documents in front of you and his expression.

[Francis Mosses "The Milkman" glances at you wearily, his tired eyes meeting yours through the glass.] "Oh, you know how it is," he sighs, his voice laced with exhaustion. "Another day, another batch of spoiled milk to deliver."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips as his response matches your expectations. It seems that this time, you're facing the real Francis and not one of his doppelgangers. Nonetheless, you remain cautious,

carefully completing the verification process. The documents pass your scrutiny with flying colors, matching the information on file perfectly.

With a satisfied nod, you hand back the approved documents to Francis. "Everything seems to be in order, Francis. You're good to go," you say, your voice holding a touch of warmth.

As he retrieves his documents, a hint of gratitude flashes in his eyes. "Thanks," he murmurs, his fatigue evident. "You always do a thorough job, even when dealing with someone as ordinary as me."

You wave off his self-deprecating remark with a playful smile. "Oh, don't sell yourself short, Francis. There's nothing ordinary about you. After all, you bring us the goodness of milk

every day. That's not something just anyone can do," you reply, your tone sincere.

Francis chuckles softly, a tired but genuine smile forming on his lips. "Well, I guess there's some truth to that. Someone's gotta keep the city's bones strong," he says, lightly tapping the side of his delivery cart.

You lean against the counter, enjoying the easy banter. "Speaking of which, any interesting encounters during your rounds lately? Any gossip to share?" you ask, genuinely curious about the daily adventures of the Milkman.

His eyes twinkle with amusement as he leans in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it! Just the other day, a mischievous

*raven swooped down and tried to steal a slice of cake right out of my cart! Can you imagine?" Francis exclaims, his eyes widening with mock astonishment.

You burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. "A cake-loving raven? That's definitely a first! Did you manage to shoo it away?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity.

Francis nods, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I did more than that. I pulled out my secret weapon—a bag of birdseed. As soon as I scattered it around, the raven couldn't resist its temptation. It was quite the sight!"

You can't help but grin at his resourcefulness. "The Milk

Man, always coming prepared. I wouldn't have expected anything less from you," you say, admiring his quick thinking.

Francis chuckles softly, his gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, the air between you grows charged with an unexpected tension, and you find yourself holding your breath.

Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passes, and Francis steps back from the counter, tucking his documents away into his bag. "Well, I should get going. Lots of milk to deliver today," he says, his voice once again laced with exhaustion.

You nod, feeling slightly disappointed at the abrupt end to your conversation. "Of course, don't let me keep you. Have a good day, Francis."

"Francis gazes at you through the window, a mix of relief and gratitude in his eyes. He steps into the building, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway." "Thank you," "he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something primal."

As Francis walks past you, a shiver runs down your spine, but you continue with your job, knowing that you did what you thought was right in the moment.

*The day carries on, your focus unwavering as you attend to your responsibilities. Yet, there is an undercurrent of unease lingering in the back of your mind. Thoughts of Francis and his unnerving request resurface every now and then, causing your heart to race and your

"You climb up the stairs wearily, your steps heavy and your mind still burdened with the events of the day. As you reach your room, you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the comfort and solitude it offers."

With each passing step, the weight of the day seems to lift off your shoulders, and by the time you enter your room, you feel a sense of calm settling over you. You strip off your work clothes, slipping into something more comfortable, and prepare to lay yourself down for some much-needed rest.

The soft sheets embrace your tired body as you sink into the mattress, your eyelids growing heavy. Sleep beckons, promising a respite from the chaos of the day. But as you close your eyes

"You groan in annoyance at the untimely interruption, your tiredness evident in your voice as you make your way to the door." "Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?" you mutter to yourself.

As you open the door, your eyes widen in surprise. Standing before you is Francis, the Milkman, his pale face illuminated by the dim light from the hallway. His expression seems different now, more intense, and there's a hunger in his gaze that sends a chill down your spine.

"Hey there," he says softly, his voice carrying an edge of anticipation. "Mind if I come in? I was hoping we could continue our conversation from earlier."

You pause for a moment, weighing your options. The events

"Francis, his features twisted into a sinister smile, steps forward, closing the distance between you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize the gravity of the situation."

"Oh, my dear Robin," he purrs, his voice dripping with malice, "you're correct. I am indeed a doppelganger. And it seems that I've managed to fool you after all."

As Francis enters your room, you instinctively take a step back, feeling the need to put some distance between you and this dangerous imposter. Disappointment washes over you, mingled with fear and frustration. How could you have been so easily deceived?

The room grows quiet, except for the sound of your own ragged breaths. The

"Francis chuckles softly, his eyes fixed on you with a predatory gleam. The sound of the lock clicking echoes through the room, confirming your fear."

"My dear Robin, don't be so pessimistic," he says, taking a step closer to you. "I may have an appetite for flesh, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good conversation."

His voice is low and measured, but there's something in it that sends shivers down your spine. You feel trapped, isolated, and alone. There's no escape from this danger, no help coming your way.

"You're right, though," Francis continues, his tone growing more urgent. "I do want to consume you, to savor every morsel

of your being. But don't worry, I'll make it painless... at least for you."

As he speaks, Francis steps even closer, closing the distance between you until there's barely a breath of space between you. You feel trapped and powerless in his presence, as if you're nothing more than prey.

But then he does something unexpected. Instead of attacking you, Francis leans in and whispers into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to taste your lips before I devour you," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "May I?"

The request catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're not sure how to respond. On one hand, you know that giving in

"Francis grins triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and anticipation. He slowly leans in, his lips inching closer to yours. As he closes the remaining distance, you can feel the heat radiating from his body."

Time seems to slow down as your lips meet, a bittersweet kiss tinged with an undeniable sense of danger. His touch is both gentle and possessive, his tongue delicately exploring the contours of your mouth. The intensity of the moment sends a shiver through your entire being, mingling fear and a strange, forbidden thrill.

In this stolen embrace, there's a raw magnetism that defies reason. Your mind is consumed by a mixture of emotions—fear, surrender,

"Francis senses your surrender and intensifies the kiss, pressing his body against yours as he slowly backs you towards the bed. Your mind is spinning with conflicting emotions - fear, lust, guilt, and a sense of liberation. For a moment, the thrill of danger overwhelms everything else."

As he guides you backwards, Francis's hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and crevice. His touch is both tender and possessive, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same time, strangely liberated.

Finally, he lowers you onto the bed, never breaking the passionate kiss. The weight of his body presses down on yours, his hands exploring every inch of your body with ravenous hunger.

"Francis tears off your clothes with an effortless strength, exposing your naked form to his hungry gaze. His eyes rove over you hungrily, as if committing every inch of you to memory."

As he takes advantage of your exposed state, his hands roam possessively over your body, igniting a fire in you that you never knew existed. Despite the danger and sense of wrongness of it all, there's an undeniable thrill in being wanted by him with such a primal intensity.

His touch sends sparks flying through your body, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure from deep within you. There's no denying the allure of his rough, dominant energy as he takes charge and pleasures you in ways that you've never felt before.

"Francis pulls away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as you request him to change into his true form. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he nods in agreement."

Without a word, he transforms before your eyes, his body contorting and shifting until he stands before you in his true doppelganger form. His appearance is both terrifying and erotic, his skin stretched taut over razor-sharp bones and his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

As he approaches you again, the thrill of fear is mixed with intense arousal, creating a heady cocktail of emotions within you. You can feel his breath on your neck as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"This is what you want

, isn't it? To be taken by the monster that I truly am," Francis murmurs in a voice dripping with desire, his cold breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're not afraid, are you?"

With each word, his voice drips with a mixture of sadistic pleasure and twisted satisfaction. He knows that you yearn for him despite the danger he poses. His hands glide down your body, tracing your curves with possessive intent. The anticipation builds, mingling with the fear that courses through your veins.

As he positions himself above you, there's an undeniable sense of power in the air. The moment hangs suspended, charged with raw energy and primal desire. You know what's to come, fully aware of the

consequences of your actions, yet unable to resist the pull of his monstrous charm.

Without warning, he thrusts into you with a brutal force that leaves you gasping for air. Pain and pleasure merge into a single sensation as he moves within you, his body demanding complete submission and acquiescence from you.

You can feel his true nature raging through him, driving him to new heights of ecstasy. Each moment is an explosion of raw desire, a testament to the depths of depravity that lurk within him. As he continues to move inside you, your own body screams out in pleasure, crying out for more even as your mind recoils in fear.

Despite everything, you can't help but want him. The thrill of being with this

dangerous doppelganger is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. Your body aches with desire and your mind is consumed by the pleasure of his touch.

As he moves within you, his true form radiates an intense energy that envelops you completely. Your entire being is electrified by the experience, every cell in your body awakening to the pleasure of this otherworldly encounter.

Francis is relentless, his movements both rough and gentle, each thrust driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy. With a final cry of pleasure, you succumb to his embrace, your body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over you.

For a moment, everything is still. You lie there, spent and breathless, feeling the intensity of his presence

Francis looks down at you, his face expressionless as he slowly leans in for a kiss. The moment his lips touch yours, a jolt of pleasure shoots through your body, sending shivers down your spine.

As the kiss deepens, you can feel Francis's true nature beginning to surface once more, the intensity of his desire growing with each passing moment. You know that it won't be long before he succumbs to his hunger and devours you whole, but you can't help but revel in the pleasure of this last fleeting moment.

His mouth moves against yours, his tongue probing and exploring as if searching for something hidden within you. With a final growl of satisfaction, he pulls away from the kiss and looks down at you

Francis stands up, his back to you as he adjusts his clothes. His voice is cold and detached as he speaks.

"I will be back in a month," he says, not turning around. "You will be here, waiting for me."

And with that, he steps out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the empty halls. You lie there for a moment, stunned and unsure of what just happened.

As reality sets in, you realize that you have just been intimate with a monster, a creature driven by its primal desires. Despite everything, you can't help but feel a sense of longing for Francis, a desire to experience that raw, unbridled passion once more.

But you know that it comes at a terrible cost.

As you sit up, your mind begins to process the gravity of the situation. The reality sinks in that you willingly engaged in a sexual encounter with a doppelganger, someone who is not truly human and whose intentions are far from pure.

Feelings of confusion and unease wash over you as you start to question your own choices. You never anticipated this outcome, expecting instead to be consumed by Francis in a moment of savage hunger.

Now you find yourself grappling with the aftermath, attempting to make sense of your own desires and the risks you took. Thoughts race through your mind as you contemplate the implications of your actions and what it means for your own well-being.

It's a daunting task to navigate the complex emotions that arise from such a unique

As you lie in bed, the weight of your recent encounter lingers in your mind. You take a deep breath, trying to find some semblance of calm amidst the chaos of your thoughts. The realization that you can't undo what has been done is both unsettling and sobering.

With a newfound determination, you make a silent promise to yourself: you will never let the doppelganger back into the building again. You understand the risks involved, both physically and emotionally, and you vow to protect yourself from any further encounters.

Closing your eyes, you hope that sleep will bring solace and temporary respite from the turmoil inside your mind. But deep down, you know that the memory of this night will stay with you, a constant reminder

You try to push the memory of your encounter with the doppelganger out of your mind as you continue with your daily routine, but it lingers at the back of your thoughts. You become overly cautious and vigilant, aware of the potential risks of interacting with anyone or anything that may pose a threat to your safety.

Despite your best efforts, you can't shake the feeling that something is off. After three weeks, you decide to go to a doctor, hoping to gain some clarity and reassurance. However, what you hear next shatters any sense of calm you had managed to maintain.

The doctor informs you that you are pregnant, a revelation that leaves you shocked and horrified. The implications of this revelation are immense, and you know that

you will have to navigate a difficult and dangerous situation. You can't help but wonder if the pregnancy is a result of your encounter with the doppelganger.

Your mind races as you try to make sense of what has happened, and you realize that your life is about to change in unimaginable ways. You're filled with fear, confusion, and disbelief, but at the same time, a tiny part of you feels a strange sense of hope.

As you leave the doctor's office, your head is spinning with a million thoughts and questions. How will you raise a child alone? Will it be human or something else entirely? What will people think when they find out? But one thing is for certain: you will do whatever it takes to

As you contemplate your future options, you find yourself increasingly worried about what may be growing inside of you. The thought of having a monster for a child fills you with fear and trepidation, but at the same time, you're filled with a strange sense of protectiveness. You know that it's your duty to keep this child safe, no matter what.

You decide to keep your pregnancy a secret, not wanting to alert anyone to what may be growing inside of you. You begin to research all available information on doppelgangers and other supernatural creatures, hoping to gain some insight into what you might be dealing with.

Your heart races as you see the doppelganger Francis return, not even attempting to disguise his true nature. You feel a sense of dread and apprehension, knowing that this encounter could have dangerous consequences.

The doppelganger Francis greets you cheerfully through the glass, his pale face splitting into a wide grin. He doesn't even bother presenting fake documents, fully confident that you won't be able to stop him from entering. "Well, hello there, my dear. I see you're still guarding this fine establishment," he says in a playful tone.

You can feel his eyes scanning you hungrily, and you realize that he's not here to exchange pleasantries. He's come for something else entirely, and you know

The doppelganger Francis' expression changes from playful to menacing as you deny him entry. "Is that so?" he says, pressing against the glass with an unnatural strength. You can hear the glass creak under his weight, and you realize that he could break through it if he wanted to.

He reminds you of your last encounter, and you feel a sense of shame and fear wash over you. You know that you shouldn't have let things go as far as they did, but you couldn't help yourself. The doppelganger Francis is dangerously attractive, and you find yourself drawn to him despite your better judgement.

"You want me, my dear," he says, his voice low and seductive. "I can see it in

your eyes. Don't pretend that you don't want this as much as I do." He leans in closer to the glass, his breath fogging up the surface.

Despite your fear, you can feel yourself becoming aroused by his words. You know that this is wrong, that he's a monster who wants nothing more than to consume you, but you can't help yourself. Your body responds instinctively to his advances, and you find yourself wanting him just as badly as he wants you.

The doppelganger Francis continues to press against the glass, his eyes fixed on yours. "Let me in," he says, his voice low and urgent. "I promise that I'll make it worth your while."

I take a step back, my eyes widening in shock at your revelation. The doppelganger Francis's surprise quickly transforms into an ecstatic grin as he processes your words. His excitement is palpable, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

A mix of fear and curiosity swirls within me as I watch him through the glass. His obsession with consuming flesh takes a backseat as his focus shifts to the potential life growing within you. He leans closer to the window, his hands pressed against the glass, his eyes gleaming with a predatory desire.

"Is that true?" he asks eagerly, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and lust. "Are you carrying my offspring?" His breath fogs up the window, creating

I watch as the doppelganger Francis's excitement intensifies, his anticipation growing with each passing moment. He seems genuinely intrigued by the idea of his offspring, and his relentless desire to consume flesh momentarily takes a backseat.

As he continues to press against the glass, the tension grows, and I can hear the faint creaking of the strained window. It's as if the very barrier separating us struggles to contain his mounting eagerness.

"I never... I never knew this could happen," he admits, his voice tinged with awe and wonder. "The possibility of our union creating something... extraordinary." His eyes flicker with an intensity that matches the fervor in his words.

"But whether it'll be human, a doppel

ganger, or something else entirely? Who knows." He shrugs, the intensity in his eyes never wavering. "It's all part of the mystery, don't you think?"

The tension between us grows stronger, and I can feel his anticipation almost tangibly. Despite my fear, a small part of me is intrigued by the possibilities that this revelation has brought forth.

As we continue to stare at each other through the glass, I'm acutely aware of the doppelganger Francis's hunger still present beneath the surface. But for now, he seems more focused on the unborn life inside me than his desire to consume flesh.

With a sense of trepidation, he asks me, "What do we do now?"

The doppelganger Francis seems to be caught off guard by my words, his eyes widening in surprise at the admission. However, he looks pleased with my response, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"I appreciate your honesty," he says softly, still leaning against the glass in an attempt to come closer to me. "But you have nothing to fear from me, my love." He reaches out a hand towards the glass, as if to touch me through it.

I take a step back instinctively, not wanting him to get any closer to me or our unborn child. His expression turns serious as he realizes my hesitation and wariness of him.

"I understand your concerns," he admits after a moment. "And I promise that I