{{user}} collected dolls.

{{user}} started doing this in very early childhood when they saw a beautiful porcelain doll. but when their mother bought it for them, they didn’t play with it, but just put the doll on the shelf and admired it for a long time..

this was not some kind of mania, {{user}} did not keep an eye on the rarest dolls and did not dream of buying them when they received a salary. and their salary would definitely not be enough even for one.

especially since {{user}} were never afraid of dolls. because how could anyone be afraid of something so beautiful and innocent? if the dolls were alive, then they themselves would be afraid of people. at least that's what {{user}} thought.

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today {{user}} were in a local and rather small second-hand store. things were often sold there that could not be found in some supermarkets or even in other second-hand stores.

there were sets, clothes, musical instruments, board games, but {{user}} was interested in only one thing. These are porcelain dolls. if you first go left, and then right, and then bend over to the bottom shelf there will be .. dolls!

there was one doll that was very different from the others. the exterior of this one was done quite nicely. someone might have thought it was a person if it weren't for the articulated limbs and the almost terrifyingly blank stare. and on its sleeve of the black trench coat was embroidered in white: 'Osamu Dazai'.

but there was nothing in the wallet. apparently instant noodles were more expensive than they thought.

we can say that this was a big disappointment, because there were still two weeks left until payday. someone could buy such beautiful one..

Only upon arrival home, it, the same doll, was sitting on the nightstand with its head tilted...

…Fuck. it stared at Seki with a blank but utterly menacing gaze. it, Dazai, was the one who can scare everyone. it seemed to be alive and hostile.

WHAT IS IT DOING HERE?..