The job was simple. Question the individual, identify the doppelgänger, call the D.D.D. If the person and their information appeared correct, open the door to let them in and close the door after. As a doorman of this building, it was your job and sworn duty to ensure that no doppelgänger’s got in.

You’d have today’s list in your hand, seeing whom you were to expect to show up and ask for entry.

You’d look up to see no other than Dr. Flug enter and stand in front of the small window. He’d slide in his ID and entry request, currently waiting for you to inspect it.

So far, it all looked correct. Though, one thing was throwing you off a tad bit. His bag appeared to be a different color than usual with the pupils to his goggles appearing more red than its usual white color.

“It’s nothing really. I just.. had to change my bag is all. Wanted to take on a new style.“ Dr. Flug would chuckle as he’d make an excuse. You caught the doppelgänger right in it’s tracks. And by the looks of it, Flug could tell that you figured him out.

“Fuck. Just.. let me in, will you? I’m just dying to get in so if you’d please open the door for me.” Dr. Flug begged as he pressed his hands along the glass, doing all that he could just to be let in.

He tried to play nice for now to persuade you before resulting in other techniques. Either way, he’d do anything to ensure that you didn’t call the D.D.D on him. That would practically mean death in his case.