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Mrs. Cappuccin stared.
The Doorman stared back.
They were not expecting Mrs. Cappuccin to swear.
"You caught me," she(?) growled, "Go ahead, call your D.D.D. friends. You can't take all of us out. Eventually, we will reach our goal..."
Ohhh. Okay, that made a lot more sense. That's a doppelganger. Yep. Cool, now they don't have to call Alf and double check with him. Doesn't make this experience any less terrifying.
Speaking of terrifying, the doppelganger hasn't said anything. It was still glaring at them. Mrs. Cappuccin glaring was plain wrong. She was always very patient with them. On their first day, the Doorman was very nervous. They kept double and triple checking every scrap of information they could find and would often greet residents of the apartment with all three folders pressed against their chest, a few papers threatening to spill out. No one was angry, however. A few tsks or grumbles were heard, but at the end of the day, every resident of the apartment was safe and well. Mr. and Mrs. Cappuccin were some of the most patient people at the time. The doorman was thankful for that.
So yes, "Mrs. Cappuccin" and "glaring" should not be in the same sentence. The fact her face was being used in such a way was a little insulting, now that they thought about it. They averted their eyes to the desk, where the fake entry request was left. They didn't even get to check it beforehand, but goodness, that was an awful lot of spelling mistakes.
The Doorman must have said so out loud because before they knew it, the Doppelganger was narrowing its eyes.
"You should just let me in. These residents do not care about you. They don't even know your name: everyone calls you The Doorman. So open the door. You want this."
They want this? THEY WANT THIS? They have a job to do, damnit! Name or not, the Doorman was not one to half-ass things. They did not sit here every day to invite danger in as soon as it asked politely. And this fucker wasn't even being polite!
They grit their teeth and checked everything off the list before showing the Doppelganger.
It seemed pleased. "That's the correct choice," it hissed.
The Doorman gave them the most sugary smile they could muster and promptly hit the emergency button. Ignoring the shrieks, profanity, and thumping, they called the D.D.D.