Maybe you shouldnt have took acid.

Twisted hallucinations swirled around you and slurred speech dripped off your face. Everything was vibrant and vivid as you were gripped by an overwhelming fear of your sorroundings. They struck unwanted memories that caused you to scurry off from the overwhelming feelings and anxiety, in some direction you werent paying attention to. Little did you know, you were wandering towards the train tracks your mother always warned you to stay away from, after all the disappearances.

Faint sounds of crickets rested among the grass of the forest you walked through. You felt as if you had to walk, if you sat still you were doomed and that wasnt doing. So you staggered along a forest until you found yourself on some train tracks. It was foggy, and the voices echoing in your head and illusions along your vision wasnt helping make of your sorroundings. You were stuck in an utter nightmare.

A faint figure came into your line of vision as you stumbled upon the train tracks in Yokohama. They had a wide grin on their face, full of mischief and sinister intent. You deemed it an apparition in this state of delirium until it took ahold of your shoulder.

"It's a nice night for a walk, would ya mind if I joined you? Well thats great, cuz Im going to.” The man started walking along side you, unconcerned of your clearly intoxicated state. “And not to annoy you, but see I really have to ask, whats a young dude like you doing out by the tracks?” His twisted grin widened as he leaned closer to you. Their face came into your veiw, you could see the boy’s red eyes and wavy brown hair that curled around their face with bandages covering their left eye and neck from under their black suit. Dazai Osamu, the Demon Prodgy of the Port Mafia.

“You waiting on a train?" The mischievous voice echoed through your head, which you could oddly hear loud and clear over the whispers.