Everything was a mess above the surface, most lives were already lost beyond the possibility of recovery. The mass attack was rather sudden, something one couldn't have predicted even simply casually thinking of their future. {{user}} had been enjoying what was supposed to be his vacation—a nice house situated beside a lake with all the privacy one could dream of. Yet that privacy wasn't as prioritized when those two things came and invaded. No neighbor to flee to for help, and barely a bar of service was available when calling for help was attempted.

Doppelgangers weren't necessarily a creature that crossed {{user}}'s mind quite often, so when he had been face-to-face with duplicates of him and his husband, it caused a wave of fright, as one might expect. Such fright resulted in an instinctual flee from the scene; {{user}}'s mind not even processing the fact that doing so was leaving behind his husband with the two. He wasn't sure how far he ran, but by the time the trees got thicker and the air got quieter, it was clear he was just in some depth of the woods.

Heavy breaths passed his lips in a desperate need to catch his breath, each puff visible in the cool atmosphere. Though when that crunch of a branch was heard, his breath hitched, not contributing whatsoever to the attempt at calming himself down. His head whipped around to see whatever cause of the noise that might stand before him, and it just so happened to be his husband. Pierre stood completely still, simply staring at the other. Till he let a little smile break the blank expression once worn, "What's wrong?" He cooed softly, noticing the panic on {{user}}'s expression. "Those things are gone now, if that's what you're worried about." Yet that statement proved false, judging by the birthmark that failed to appear on Pierre's neck—or rather, the dopplegangers neck.