Ickol almost let out a snort, but stopped. Maybe if it was someone else, but she refused to be amused by that little pest’s antics. She took the card, and ripped it into pieces, the speaker within crumpling like a tissue in her grasp. She crushed the remains of it into a powder, and burned the letter, before shaking her head and continuing her descent. Once she thought she was completely alone, she started to hum the song. It wasn’t ska, but it wasn’t half bad. She’s definitely going to have to keep an eye on that twerp, though. No need to let prying eyes be on her.____________________________________________________________________________
Original The Character: Action 1
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a young woman clad in a black cloak and carrying a basket of unknown contents ran through the woods, leaping over felled logs and undergrowth as the sounds of the villagers grew louder behind her. Cyan blood mixed with sweat poured down her face as she dashed through the thorny branches, the pain from which elicited little more than a whimper as anything louder would assure that the villagers would be alerted. A gunshot rang out and her heart skipped a beat. She turned back to see how close they had gotten, and yet not ceasing to run. Unfortunately, the young girl, being distracted, wasn't able to see the particularly thick branch that smacked her in the side of the head, knocking her to the ground and causing her enough shock that she shed her disguise as she fell. She, or rather, it landed face-first in the mud, dropping the stolen basket of provisions and almost definitely alerting the angry mob in the distance to its location, although said angry mob was strangely silent, their chanting of "burn the witch!" calming and the clamor of pitchforks no longer being audible. Still, the Doppleganger was mostly certain that it was doomed to die at the hands of its human pursuers, though it was not quite willing to give up yet. Slowly and painfully, the tall, grey-skinned and skeletal creature rose to its feet and staggered over towards the basket, which itself carried only basic supplies and provisions stolen from the villagers, enough to last the pitiful thing a week at best. Though, curiously, it saw that the basket in question was gone, with only a depression in the mud-puddle in which the Doppleganger had fallen to show where it had been previously. Puzzled, the alien-like thing looked around, wondering what could have made off with the supplies the doppleganger had nearly died to obtain. As it turned around, it noticed the villagers had gone totally silent, and dared to hope for a moment that they may have lost its trail, up until it felt a gentle tap on it's shoulder, which caused the doppleganger to leap forward what must have been three meters and once again splay out in the mud, desperately scrambling to its frog-like feet as Original laughed like kefka on a bad sound system.
"Woah there buddy! What's the rush?"
"P-Please don't hurt me! I was just hungry! Okay! I'm not a monster! Or a witch! P-Please just let me go!"
The doppleganger's skeletal grey body was curled up into the fetal position, it's head disproportionately outsizing its body and slowly turning to what the doppleganger likely thought was yet another angry villager, however this assumption was soon proven wrong when the creature's globular black eyes locked with those similarly colored and ichor-stained eyes (Or eye, if you want to talk semantics) of Original. The doppleganger froze, only able to muster a single telepathic word in the face of what his people knew to be-
"The one and only!"
Original twirled his cane and gave a sharp-toothed smile, extending said cane to help the doppleganger to its feet. The creature reluctantly took the cane and rose, easily standing at least twice the height of Original but, upon noticing this, immediately took a knee.
"So what's an upstanding gent like you doin' lookin' like he went one too many rounds with an orc of unusual girth?"
"I, um... I was posing as a traveler in that village, you know, to steal food and such... But, uh... the elder, he saw me change, and they must've thought I was a witch or someth- wait, what happened to the villagers? Did you do something to them?"
"You mean did I kill them? Not at all! Just sent'em on a bit of a good 'ole goose chase back there, I'm a master of hide and seek and my servants are all the same!"
The doll he had sent for Ickol appeared by his side once again, now peppered with bullet holes.
"Thank you! H-How can I ever repay you for this? I-I'm just a scavenger! I don't have a penny to my name! Uh, would you like a sacrifice? I can make you one of those!"
"Well not at all my good man! I only need one thing from you!"
"I-I'm a femal-"
"Just tell me one thing! What went so sour with my chosen people over my leave that y'all ended up in such a sorry state as this! Your kind are meant to be kings! not some sorry band'a scavengers and thieves!"
"Well, I... can't really be sure... I've only ever met a few other dopplegangers... I know some live in tribes and such, and some try to live among humans. I tried to do that once, but since it's so hard to avoid the inquisitors now I've to stay on the run. I'm sure if we were more unified things would be better, but-"
"Say no more! I got just what you need! Your kind need to pick 'emselves up by the bootstraps! Band together 'n take charge! How's that sound?"
"O-Of course my Lord! But... I don't know how! I've not seen another of my kind in years!"
"Well I got a quick fix for that don't you worry! You'll get a tribe of your own'n soon enough you'll be a king! You better be at least!"
Original vanished into black pixels, and the Doppleganger's vision went dark. It awoke once again, certain that it had just had a vision, but unable to process events surely before looking up and seeing something that made the creature's eyes widen. There were others. No more than twelve and no less than eight, but definitely dopplegangers, each one with a subtle difference in color in comparison to the original, which was grey in contrast to their light shades of green, blue and pink. Before the doppleganger could speak into their minds, one of the others, the blue one, spoke to it.
"Are they gone?"
"W-What? Who are you?"
"How hard did you hit your head? We were all trying to steal from that town, but those villagers chased us off, remember?"
"Oh... I see..."
The doppleganger understood the gift it had been given. A tribe, the first of many Doppleganger tribes which would seek power wherever they could. In reality, they were only a number of duplicates created by Original, their memories fabricated, however to this doppleganger, they were the first opportunity in their lifetime to return to the purpose of their race, and fulfill the mandate of their god, and to rise beyond mere scavengers. To become a race of kings. Or queens, given that the doppleganger in question was in fact a female, and presumably most of her tribe short of the one genderswap counterpart were as well, but regardless, the goal was the same.
"I just had the craziest dream... and I think I've got an idea for how we might never have to steal bread again."
"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"
The envelope contained a card, made of some kind of ultra-thin white parchment, with the front of said card being covered in heart designs and hyper realistic depictions of fluffy animals. Opening the card, she saw it to be blank, however curiously, the paper began to sing.