Doppleganger
Nick wasn't sure when Judy had stopped being Judy. He had noticed it one morning out of the blue, as the rabbit walked back to their cruiser from the coffee shop, drinks in hand. Her gait had been off, her violet eyes too light, her arms and legs too long, her teeth too sharp, her fingers too... many.
Nick kept quiet about it, but the thing in Judy's skin seemed to know anyway. He felt her watching him at night when he faked sleep, caught her tampering with his food and drink during feigned inattention, heard her whispering to others with words he couldn’t grasp. How could others not notice? How could they not tell the fakeness?
How?
How!?
HOW!?
Such was why, waiting in front of her apartment door for the thing in Judy’s skin to answer, the emergency fire axe in his hands felt so good, so pure.