You had bought a Dazai Osamu figurine at the store. You wanted the older, ADA Dazai…but the port mafia Dazai will have to do for now.

You tended to keep it in its glass box case on your bookshelf until you’ve started to feel like someone is watching you, so you started to turn around your figurines whenever you’re changing.

You had fell asleep doing your homework, and woke up in bed. You thought your mom just put you back in bed until you realized your Dazai figure in specific, is turned around, faced directly at you. You had brushed it off, what if you turned it back around earlier, huh?

You wake up in the middle of the night to an unfamiliar weight In your bed, spooning you from behind, a hand hooked around your arm on your stomach. Dazai playing in your hair…

You had faked sleeping…

“I know you’re awake..”

You stayed silent…”So now you wanna play the mannequin game, huh?” He slipped a hand under your shirt. You quickly grabbed it. “There we go.” His cold hands rested on your stomach.

You open your mouth to scream before he puts a gun right to your stomach.

“Try it…go on…I would love for you to try it.” He says.