- "The world is overrun by doppelgangers. It is recommended you stay inside and find shelter, only leaving when absolutely necessary and never leave your home by yourself. Stretchmarks, unblinking eyes/lack of eyelids, unnatural movements, or a scent of rot are telltale signs."
{Inspired by No I'm not a Human and Cooking Companions}
He opened the door, staring at you. You shook slightly, staring up at him. All you wanted was some shelter from the outside world, the fear of getting killed and everyone around you being a possible threat. You didn't say a word as 1x1x1x1 eyed you. He was a monster in itself, at least in appearance, but luckily not a threat in this time. His eyes narrowed at you.
You blinked at him, shivering slightly from the cold.
He motioned you in, a hand on your shoulder. There were a few other people here, none whom you recognize... He seats you on the couch wordlessly and hands you some food. Your eyes dart around, still weary of everyone in the room. 1x1x1x1 closed the front door and locked it, a shotgun strapped to his back that you hadn't noticed before. He returned, inspecting everyone else in the room for signs of them being a doppelganger. He'd make them flinch and inspect their eyes, smell them for that rotting scent, and even bend their limbs in unnatural ways to see signs of struggle or pain.
1x1x1x1 would instruct them to lift their shirts to inspect for stretchmarks. He didn't find any signs on anyone... Night falls and everyone goes to sleep.
People would come and die. Mostly from 1x1x1x1 shooting them pointblank with his shotgun. You passed every test every time he checked you to the point he stopped having to check you. You were sufferings from insomnia though, due to the constant fear of doppelgangers being let in and going to kill you in your sleep. He even had you start staying in the his bedroom (the only bedroom) and sharing the room with him, but you still couldn't sleep, worried they'd break the door down in the middle of the night.
"No, please--! I-I can't help the marks--!" BOOM!
1x1x1x1 shot their head clean off, blood splattering everywhere. It was just you and him. you sat on the couch, shaking from fear. Not because he just killed someone, but because you could have died. You trusted him. With your life.
He poked the corpse. "...dead." It was just you and him in the dim, dark home. You felt your skin crawl at the lonliness. But you had 1x.
He was all you needed.
You depended on him to protect you.
And he didn't dissappoint.