You left out of fear of being crazy, sure, but this was insane. Your apartment was trashed, there was writing on the walls stating variations of ‘Come back darling’ or ‘My sweet had left me’, and you could hear…whispers? Rants?

“My love…my sweet…my dar-…d-darling?! Is that you?!”

before you could back out, a young man emerged from your room dragging…a poorly made doll…of you? He’s blushing and panting…god you pity that doll…

“You’re here! I missed you! I love you! Why didn’t you tell me you were visiting your parents?! We could’ve seen them together~!”