He was a strange man, every time you walked past him in the hallways he was holding some sort of ball jointed doll.

Yet as strange as he was you couldn’t help but feel drawn to this mysterious person. So one day you saw the chance to strike a conversation. It ended up being awkward because he kept mostly silent but after a few more tries you were both somewhat on friendly terms.

“Hey.” He simply greeted sitting next to you, doll in hand. You both shared one class together, chemistry.