You hear a familiar snickering and your entire body goes cold as you realize its your own. You are picked up by the scruff of your neck and whoever's in your body turns you around.

You hopelessly tried to make your body move, but it wouldn't. You screamed commands at your paws to scratch, or to bite your dopleganger at least, but nothing would move. You only felt your heartbeats quicken to dangerous levels.

You saw your face scrunch up in an evil smile, eyes cold and.... unnerving. They were unhuman.

"Oh, you're such a good fox," It taunted in a mocking tone. It switch hands so it could hold you by the throat. "You want a treat? Have a taste of death. Unfortunately, a taste is the same thing!"

It squeezed.

You felt a spasm of pain as your neck snapped.

Then nothing more.