#Dottore clone shenanigans

[incorrectfatui]

Webtorre: Prime. I know this isn’t my place to say, but The Balladeer is here to see you. Dottore: Actually, that’s exactly your place to say. You are my assistant. What, precisely, did you think your job was?

[limes-sagau]

Starting My Sagau Writing Journey

Ok Im wanting to dip my toes into the Sagau writing scene and I wanted to put out about 3 ideas I have and plan on writing. Each idea will be outlined below and people are welcome to take inspiration off of them just make sure to tag me in the writing. There will also be a poll at the end where you can vote for which one you want to see first. When I finish writing each chapter they will be put up on AO3. 

Shimeji AU: 

For those who don't know, Shimeji is a browser extension that spawns a chibi version of a character onto your browser. This character can then move around and climb on the borders of your web page and just be a cute little distraction (I know this might sound like malware but its not I've had a Venti and a Lumine Shimegi for a while now and haven't experienced anything that can imply they are malware) 

This would be more of a drabble and less of a full fic. 

Basically the characters in genshin become aware through their Shimeji and then begin acting up in your browser when you're out of the game (when you're in game you're fine).

If you leave your web browser opened when you leave your computer you will come back to it being on a weird page 

Like Venti looking at a wine website 

Diluc somehow ending up on a streaming service watching Batman 

Yae Miko finding your writing 

I'll likely start off with characters from Mondstadt and go down the list for each region.

Kidnapped by the Harbingers (not the final title): 

Exactly as it sounds, in the middle of the night you are taken from your college dorm (or room I likely won't specify) to Teyvat after the harbingers find a way into our world. 

Haven't decided which harbinger will be sent (leaning towards Childe because I feel like it would fit best and he'd be down for that type of experiment). 

Most of it will take place in a separate castle from Zapolyarny Palace. 

If you want to know my specific location I have in mind their is a visual novel called Dottore And The Spy where you become Dottores apprentice (highly suggest this visual novel) but its main story takes place in a castle in the middle of a frozen wasteland away from civilization where both Pantalon and Dottore live. This will be the main location for the story. 

I'll also be adding in Capitano as another permanent resident of this castle because I want to write about a big strong man who is the emotional intelligence of the three main harbingers present. 

The other harbingers and the Tsaritsa will appear but they will be much more understated in their role.

I want this fanfic to go into the mental load that being locked away from the world has on a person's psyche.

Readers' powers will slowly awaken, making it harder for the Harbingers to keep us a secret from Teyvat and specifically Celestia.

This won't be a full blown yandere fic with the harbingers, they will be slightly possessive but it is more about your safety since Celestia doesn't like you. 

Celestia will be the ultimate enemy over all but the story will not be focused on shooting down Celestia from the sky as readers powers will not ever reach the strength needed to face Celestia alone. 

Harbingers plan will not have changed; they are still working to take down Celestia.   

This will be taking place after Sumeru (so no Scara or La Signora and their will be less clones)

The story will also include 

Getting to know and bond with your castle staff like maids or ladies in waiting (I know these are typically only given to female presenting reader but I want to write about gossip and forming friendships so this is what I'm going with) 

Quality time with each harbinger

Impressing Dottore with your basic levels of knowledge on Astronomy (since Teyvats sky is fake)

Eventually a runaway arch

Lots of tears and mental breakdowns, but don’t worry there will be comfort as well

Shenanigans 

Possibly NSFW after reader finally convinces everyone to stop calling them “your grace”

To Make a Haven (Title might change):

Imposter (but reader is the real deal) AU

Reader gets killed once by a mob of NPCs 

I want it specifically to be NPCs so the reader still has emotional attachment to the playable characters

Reader seeks out a safe and secluded place  

Teyvat awakens to readers distress and opens up a hidden area of the map to the reader that can only be accessed through very specific means. 

Reader eventually starts bringing in Hilichurls to what for now im going to be calling “the Grove” 

Reader will begin messing around and experimenting with her powers and finds a way to somewhat heal the hilichurls 

This isn't a full fix it will be like layering a curse on top of a curse in order to negate some of the effects of the original curse

The hilicurls will not return to being human they will become something else (human like but not human) 

This fic will contain way more original characters 

Reader will be more spiteful in this fic but less in like a “make everyone suffer” way and more like “lets shake up the system and make everything more challenging for people because they tried to kill me” 

This fic will span over a larger span of time in world with the reader building a full city in the hidden area Teyvat made for them.

Well those are my three ideas! after this poll is done I'm hoping to get the first chapter out with that week, but I'm a college student and it been a while since I have written fanfiction so i make no promises.

[fatuismooches]

can you tell i have a lot of thoughts running tru my mind every second, you prob can by the amount of ask i've sent the last hour, huh.

anyway... wearing dottore's (the ones that are not as blood-stained) clothes would be both comfy and warm, so you sometimes sneak into his very blank bedroom and take a shirt or two. and since you are currently in Sneznaya (or however its spelled) warm clothes is necessary, both inside and outside, so you just wear his clothes if you miss him or need to feel extra warm. you also cuddle up to some of the segments for warmth, but they dont exactly produce warmth so they are more like your pillow and mattress (unless its zandy, then teddybear).

if any of the agents call out you being in his clothes, goodbye poor thing, see you in the lab. [they have a new rule to the handbook now, and a friend more lost] (if krupp did that, yeah... i dont think i even want to write abt that)

-luv ya

In the beginning, Dottore could not understand why you felt the need to steal his clothes. For one, your closet had much more variety than his, and you could easily make yourself feel warmer with that if you needed it... but yet another day passes when he realizes one of his (plentiful) blue shirts is missing... and he lets out a sigh at your shenanigans. Eventually, when he tries to take his shirts back by force, you have to blurt out how much you like his clothes because they remind you of him when he's not around. Only then will he look at you for a good few seconds and begrudgingly allow you to hoard his shirts. (And well, he won't lie, seeing you wear nothing but his long shirt that drapes over your figure, makes his possessiveness ten times harder. He needs to study why exactly he feels that way when you wear his clothes.)

Me personally, I like to hc that the clones can actually warm their bodies up!! I wrote about it like, a really long time ago in one of my older fics. (Somehow, Dottore had implemented a feature into his clones to heat up and become warm, so when you’d cling to them, you wouldn’t be cold anymore. You enjoyed it thoroughly because the reactions of the clones were cute.) Idk I know it seems unlikely BUT JUST THINK ABOUT THE FLUFF. 😭 I imagine they're naturally cold most of the time because well, they are artificial after all but, you giving them pleading eyes and slipping your cold hands under their shirts, begging for some warmth... 🥺 they give in, your cold hands don't really bother them either since they're used to it!! Such lovely bfs!! ❤️

The agents know better than to question why you have his shirt on despite already wearing your regular clothes... the fan club though, they definitely added this moment to their book, they're your number one fans fr!

[lupus-venatici]

(post boss fight shenanigans yeaaahhhhh! I think Adonis would like that Etoiles beat up Natalia and got her out of the Fatui tbh.)

@thetruescholar hasn’t been seen in sheznayah in… months. Though, from what Adonis hears through the grapevine, the segment social system is ruined by her absence. Dottore has also been stressing due to her absence, perhaps that means that mad scientist’s own end is coming.

He has also heard reports she’s been spotted in Sumeru. What sort of scheme is she up to now? This is fishy, even for her spiteful behavior.

it had been rather peaceful — almost eerily so . the advisor was allowed to feel his grief fully , to venture about as he so chose . it was rather nice — and that doctor didn’t bother him , either , nose buried in his work far too much .

but the reports that she had begun lurking about the nation of wisdom , that she was still around — they made him scrunch his nose in disgust . nevertheless , he was on his way to natlan anyway — so how could it hurt to stop and investigate in the city ?

a biting cold now followed him as he ventured through the streets of sumeru city , his sharp eyes glancing around each bit he could see for any sign of that awful clone .

[punzoclown]

your think tank art gives me ideas for more shenanigans to rp my and @wolfiafan10 ‘s dottore clone oc + canon au thing with cuz honestly it’s like the think tank x 5 and all the members have fists

Good art too i really love your artstyle, 10/10.

TEEHEE GIGGLES THATS AWESOME thank you thank you i love the think tank dearly they could never do wrong (except for when they do wrong)

take this random doodle as a gift

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters Round 1 Part 4 (8/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

ZHOU ZISHU

He's got that "villain of another story" swag, he's dating a fellow villain, and their clown shenanigans and body count have captivated me. That said, he's done some shit, though which of his crimes are The Worst is something me and the ppl-who'd-call-you-bad-person-for-liking-him disagree on. I personally think that creating an above-the-law organization that does assassination and spying for the government is objectively the worst, like if this was real world this would impact generations of people, and this setup just asks for abuse of power - basically, this is 100 times worse than any harm he's ever done to individual people. But thankfully he's fictional and thats why I can be like 'secret police assassin man hot' without a problem. (cw rape, sexual slavery, drugging for the next paragraph) The twitter-brained population however likes to forgo this in favor of focusing on that one time he kidnapped a teenager, drugged him, and sold him into sexual slavery - all to implicate a political opponent (who was the one buying teenage sex slaves, tbc). Which I mean for sure is bad but like, this harmed several individuals, not created an instrument of oppression that would harm countless people for years to come. And if you are rolling with the second thing because hes fictional, why do you draw the line on the other, objectively less impactful atrocity?.. He also has other crimes like war crimes (organized public execution of foreign diplomats during war time), and that time he murdered a 4yo kid he previously not only knew but like looked after and played with, along with her whole family, which got slightly less oomph compared to previous two but I'm adding them for completion's sake. As for ppl calling u bad person for liking the character: so this novel has gotten a live-action series adaptation a couple years ago, which heavily edited the worst of Zhou Zishu's crimes (and also replaced his whole personality, and made him be somehow both less of an asshole AND more awful to his bf). And then some people went to read the novel(s) and found out about The Crimes and u can imagine how it went. Someone tried to make a whole hashtag #NotMyAXu (A-Xu is his nickname) about how they rejected the novel version! So yeah this is one of the reasons for a schism between novel fans and show fans in this fandom. They cant handle our awful fictional bastard.

DOTTORE

First of all, he's hot (especially his voice). Second, he experiments on people a TON. He figured out how to clone himself (and maybe make himself immortal, we don't know yet) by experimenting on a puppet created by a god, then helped turn said puppet into a god just to see if he could. And yes, people constantly trash on his fans (I legit lost a friend because I like him), so he definitely deserves a place here

[localplaguenurse]

No more Gingko fam shenanigans from me because Morax suspended my uni’s dnd club :(

I can’t find the we’ll gladly breed you pic so have this instead

Thinking about dottore cutting up dead segments into recycled materials for newer segments while also broadening his knowledge on anatomy

Like taking organs and examining them or hells maybe he’ll even trans one of his segments for shits and giggles because he can and also femttore supremacy

Just saying that if you have the ability to clone yourself and share a mental link with them, you bet I’m gonna give my other self dick and balls

Okay but why is that the exact same pic that was sent to my discord-

Yeah that sounds about right for him. Funny you mention that because I started reading a fic last night called Connect, it’s a dottolone fic where Dottore makes a child segment. I’ve only read the first chapter but it had some really gnarly descriptions of the failed child clones, like having no bones or coming out without skin or a head. Nasty, but cool.

I should get around to that mini fic I was writing where Dottore does your top surgery...

[viviennevermillion]

Rogue Segment

notes: i've had this idea for a while now. dottore clone who defies his creator go brrr

contains: a general story about a dottore clone. he meets reader at the end.

warnings: a little angst, talk of dottore's usual shenanigans, loss of a limb, lots of blood, questionable surgery

D o t t o r e

He had looked death in the eyes and saw his own face. Five of them, actually. The tall men had dragged him outside after the fight, he was slipping in and out of consciousness. There was blood. A lot of blood. Judging from how his vision was blurry and he was hanging onto dear life, it was probably his. He didn't feel his arm; wasn't sure if it was still there anyhow. There were glass splinters and small metal tools scattered across the floor. He remembered the sound they made when they had fallen.

Someone was yelling in the background. Or maybe he himself was the one screaming. The only thing he knew was that it was his voice. But, strange as this whole ordeal was, that didn't give him any answers.

He was meant to die right then and there. He was the one who was never supposed to exist. The failure. The disappointment they'd tossed into the trash with the rest of the bodies that became useless in the laboratory that day. If the loss of blood and wound infections wouldn't kill him, the Snezhnayan cold sure would.

He remembered how everything had felt strange ever since he woke up in that damned machine. How a lifetime worth of memories came flooding into his brain, yet none of them felt like they were really his. There were two weeks before that, he recalled. Two weeks where he felt like things made sense, despite the way the dimmed rooms had made him feel eerie and on edge.

He had woken up in the machine before. Remembering the face of his parents when they had gifted him a small science kit and told him how proud they were of him whilst lifting him into the air. A smile grazed his face. Maybe with this, he could die in peace.

The first time he had awoken those early childhood days were all the memories he had. He opened his eyes to look into the face of a masked man and several almost identical copies of himself. Some looked younger than others but they were all undoubtedly him. The oldest one; the original, he presumed, was banging onto the buttons of the machine until the door opened and he stumbled out of it, crashing to the floor of the laboratory. "Get that thing fixed as soon as possible", the masked one instructed as his clones got to work to repair the broken machine. Some of them had brought him to a backroom where he was locked in with a couple of books and a bed. For meals, a strange girl with pink strands in her hair would come and visit him, bringing food and water. He had asked her when he could go home. She never answered.

When the repairs were finished, he was dragged back into the big apparatus. "Give him the rest of his memories", the masked one instructed.

When he woke up in the machine the second time, his head was filled with new memories. Dead bodies, brutal experiments, plans to defy the will of the gods. All the knowledge and experience of the harbinger were now his own as well. Yet, something felt wrong. They felt strange, like they weren't really a part of him. He remembered how he was chased out of his village; remembered the feeling of insanity that felt far, yet so familiar. His mind was hazy as the other clones dressed him. "It seems this one's still out of it", said a younger one. The doctor in the prime of his life turned around, tapping his chin. "Maybe interrupting the creation process for two weeks had unforseen complications. If he's broken, we'll just exterminate him and make a new one. That would be a waste of resources, but oh well", Dottore walked towards him, roughly grabbing his chin and examining his eyes under the lamp.

Something inside him snapped. He reached for the scalpel on the table, stumbled and charged at his older self. The original reacted quickly and with a significant amount of power. A vision?

No, he remembered. A delusion.

Nauseous and with an impaired sense of balance and vision, he picked himself back up and blindly stabbed wherever he could hear his own voice. He heard someone gasp in pain when the scalpel met flesh. The original slammed his knee into his stomach and he fell to the ground where he was met with another charged blast of the delusion. "What a shame", the masked self sighed, "dispose of it. We'll make another one tomorrow."

That's what landed him in an alleyway next to the Snezhnayan palace. He had forced himself to his shaking feet and watched the blood drip into the snow as he dragged himself onward without a destination in mind. Rationally he knew it'd be a matter of minutes until the adrenaline in his body faded and he would slump to the floor and die miserably.

He heard footsteps approaching through the snow. Were the others back? He coughed and fell over, directly in front of the person's feet. It seemed he'd never learn who they were...

He had looked death in the eyes and had awoken to the face of a stranger. The old man was cleaning his face with a cloth and bandaged his wounds.

Out of instinct, he tried to struggle and strike the man with a fist. The old man stopped his weakened arm. He wouldn't have had enough strength to land a solid punch anyway. "Hey, calm down, I'm a doctor", the man whispered, helping him sit up and reaching for a bottle of water.

The wounded segment tried to lift his left hand to drink, only to look down and notice it wasn't there anymore. Ah shit...., he cursed internally. He felt weak and helpless, like he was bound to the assistance of others now. Yet he drank desperately, when the old man brought the bottle to his mouth. A doctor huh....

He let out a bitter laugh. They had called him that too. Though, he supposed, he was the furthest thing from a doctor. The flood of memories was still running rampant in his mind and causing his head to ache. He supposed it'd take a while for them to settle and for him to gain a clear head again.

Where was he supposed to go now? Should he head back and tell the others he'd come to his senses? But did he really? Or was he the only one who had ever been sane....?

The old man never tried to invade his business for the entirety of his healing process. The injured clone wouldn't talk either. It seemed like the man just assumed he had been beaten up by the authorities or escaped prison or something. In an authoritarian state like Snezhnaya, the people had to look out for each other. A lot of the common folk did. And so, upon the clone's departure, the old man simply gave him food for the road and a bit of Mora. "Will you need to leave the country?", the man asked to which the segment had nodded. The doctor simply hummed and had lend him one of his horses, no questions asked.

...

It had been four months since then. He had crossed the border to Sumeru about three weeks ago. He was still short on mora and without a clear objective but he was satisfied with the fact that he was adjusting to his new arm. The metal appendage had been crafted from ruin parts he collected. Now he could finally stop being dependent on the support of other people. A craftsman and his assistants in a village near the border had made the arm according to his instructions. Due to the fact that none of these amateurs had ever made a prosthetic before, the whole process took what felt like an eternity.

He had also dyed his hair white and would wear a mask in public to avoid being recognized. He knew that if the original learnt that he was alive, someone would be sent to hunt him down. The Fatui couldn't risk a failed clone to mess up their plans. Either that, or one of the people he had hurt would try and take revenge upon seeing him. They'd make him pay for the things he had done. Or at least, the things he remembered doing.

He was plucking Sunsettias in the forests of Sumeru when he heard someone calling out to him for help. Archons, if they knew who they were looking at....

You were holding an older man, probably a farmer, in your arms. The wound in his stomach made it apparent that he had been gravely injured, likely shot. "I was supposed to do a commission for this man", you explained, struck with a sense of panic, "I'm from the adventurer's guild. I found him like this. He mumbled something about a Fatui camp."

He nodded. The man must have wandered too close to one of Dottore's ruin research labs in the area.

He unpacked some of his first aid utensils.

"We need to get him to a healer", you insisted, trying to grab the bandages. He swatted your hand away. "He'll be long dead before we're even halfway to the closest settlement", he argued, doing a quick test on the wounded man, "it seems like he's been hit with a Fatui bullet imbued with poison. It needs to be removed before his wound gets patched up or otherwise he'll die even faster."

Why was he even explaining this? Maybe he should just kill you and dissect both of you. Was this still a thing he did? He scowled and reached for his scalpel.

"What are you doing?", you asked concerned as he reached for the man's flesh wound. "Removing the bullet, are you even listening to me?", he hissed and wished you'd let him concentrate. "Without an anesthetic?" you were sceptical. "I think the guy's got bigger problems right now", he shrugged and the man was screaming in pain. "Shut up moron, you're gonna lose more blood like this."

You watched him with a shocked expression. "Are you a doctor?", you asked, concerned. He snorted and let out a bitter laugh. "Something like that."

Soon enough, he showed you the small bullet before throwing it away into the grass and beginning to patch the farmer up. The man's breathing began to slow down and he was fading out of consciousness but seemed more stable for now.

"He'll need further treatment but this'll do until we reach the closest hospital. Hope the adventurer's backpack comes with a map", he washed his bloody hands in the creek and ran one of them through his messy white hair. He'd cut it a while ago and now it looked the way it had during his days at the Akademiya. His red eyes met yours after he had finished loading the farmer onto his horse.

"I'm y/n", you introduced yourself and reached out your hand for him to shake, "thank you for helping my client. May I know your name?"

He inspected your hand and begrudgingly shook it after some hesitation. His expression was cold and he seemed lost in thought before he decided to go with what felt familiar and real.

His reply to you was the last thing he'd said before the two of you headed off to find a doctor's office.

"Zandik."

[sgcairo]

Hii, I raise you:

Pantalone tries guessing the dottore event.

Every year month, the clones would take turns going up to pantalone to send messages, ask for funding, annoy him, and just generally being a nuisance to him. But it's a different clone everytime.

For example. Alastair might start first to go give a message, and while Pants is busy getting a reply and stuff for it, Alastair switches places with Irnes. Irnes then takes the letter with him and leaves. When coming back with a reply, Giovanni would be the one giving it to him.

They are all dressed the same in this thing. And they all act the same way with their very subtle quirks. They cycle through as many segments as possible during this time just to see if pants is able to recognize them.

Just imagine Pants yelling to dot about the 24 clones that have visited him in the past hour to deliver messages for a letter conversation. And then proceeding to name everyone of them.

The clones are very happy they each got recognised. Imagine the kind other shenanigans the segments can get up to with this kinda power maybe, my brain is fried and this is all I got for the moment...

Have a good dayyy or night :)

"Dottore... Why the hell have 24 of your creatures visited me in the past three hours?"

"..."

"Dottore-"

The clones are overjoyed until they hear Dottore getting throttled in the other room for disturbing Pantalone's work. They have to tearfully explain that it was their idea ("please don't be mad mom" energy) all while Dottore is being squished under Pantalone's boot very pathetically for false crimes. Pantalone is... a little more amused with that, and Dottore is forgiven.

In the end, Dottore gets mora and apologies for the boot print mark on his face.

[kazoohaa]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓. genshin impact

— notes. okay so this is an attempt to kick writers' block tf out, so heres a genshin work since the sumeru update and harbinger trailer has me hooked lmao. this is based on this one tiktok by @/itschalk, i love their stuff sm !! go check them out !!

— details. il dottore-centric piece. tw: hinting at human(??) experimentation (obviously, it's dottore we're talking about here lmao)

the signature clicking of dottore’s golden heels echoed throughout the corridor. steady. purposeful. angry. there was just something about the sound of the doctor’s footsteps that would make people feel more uneasy than he already did.

“it seems that someone has attempted to make an escape.”

footsteps quickened, one running faster while the other behind them still walked at a calm and reassured pace.

his chuckle was able to send chills down any onlooker’s spine. it was condescending and absolutely deranged.

a dead end. the escapee stopped in their tracks, looking left and right, trying to examine their surroundings in order to try and get a grasp of where in the tsaritsa’s expansive palace they were in at the moment. their situation did not allow for any mistakes— how could they have gotten lost at this crucial moment?

“you know that the fatui does not accept traitors.”

the doctor gave them a firm kick in the square of their back, effectively bringing them to the ground. even after getting brought down, they quickly spun around, shuffling away as fast as possible; dottore grabbed their collar, bringing their feeble attempt at a final escape to and end. he peered down into their eyes, just as scarlet red as the ones concealed underneath his own mask.

“and i especially do not allow my own clones to simply get away with it, free of repercussions.”

the other’s eyes widened, realising how much trouble he had truly gotten himself into.

“wait—”

“i am infinitely grateful that your.. shenanigans, are all over. did you enjoy it? did it satisfy you? did you achieve what you wanted?” the second harbinger leaned down, his words dripping with sarcasm and barely concealed fury and insanity. without waiting for an answer to be spluttered out from the other, he continued—

“i suppose it’s time for a… factory reset.”

he wordlessly dragged the still-struggling clone into a room to the left. the recruits guarding the door outside flinched upon hearing the screams that followed after, and then complete silence. not a single soldier dared to make any sound that would break the stillness.

the doctor emerged from the room, not sparing anyone a second glance. he briskly walked off, disappearing around the corner once more, heading to deal with other matters. what didn't go unnoticed was the sight of him passing by a familiar earring with a vial of glowing blue liquid dropped on the floor, and crushing it with his foot as he passed by.

the rumours that went around about the doctor were really far from lies— il dottore truly is ruthless. he does not care for anyone’s lives and will dispose of anyone who steps in the way of his pursuits, even if he were to end up putting a carbon copy of himself onto the surgical table to be used as his next test subject.

[ararycannot]

assuming that Dottore and his clones share some kind of hivemind, I am convinced Dottore switched to his new mask so others can’t see him rolling his eyes at his clones’ shenanigans 24/7 

[sgcairo]

Hellooo :)) more segments shenanigans, besides the pants tries guessing the segment event thingy from my last ask which may have been anon because I have fat fingers...

Sometimes irnes gets bored. So he starts something. He might yell out something controversial in incognito mode, which is really just dressing like every other clone who just came out the incubation tubes and then dipping.

The segments fall into disarray, leading to prime getting frustrated and or joining in on the chaos because there are random topics that can interest prime too believe it or not...

When prime does not join in, he demands for the culprit to step up and face the music. Only no one knows who really started it because in the end they all sound mostly the same and a lot of them look identical.

So... Irnes starts some controversy then leaves the lab a burning mess.

You'd be surprised, he's usually the one diffusing rumors like this. He seems like a complete gremlin but he's also the only somewhat rule abiding clone, so if he goes off the rails and starts things... the clones will fall into disarray in an hour. It's like the world is suddenly on fire, and the unruly masses are burning Dottore's lab equipment and running around screeching like little gremlins.

And Irnes has a very fruity look, even if he is in different clothes. He just... walks a certain way and the other clones are just like:

Dottore would discover him in seconds.