We're all monsters (a Tomie Kawakami x reader story)

Uncomfortable

You've finally arrived. You grabbed your keys, and made your way towards the door. As soon as it was unlocked, Tomie excitedly ran off inside. "H-huh?! HEY! Wait!!" You quickly followed her, she had literally barged into your home before barging into your bedroom and slamming the door shut. You heard her shuffling through your things. Rude.

At least she's comfortable.

You gently opened the door. She was looking through your wardrobe, how odd. Tomie held one of your most formal dresses in her hands, feeling the textile with the tips of her fingers. "Don't you think it would look good on me?" You narrowed your eyes, looking at her then looking at the dress, before looking at your bedroom door.

"I think that's not yours" Her eyes widened for a short moment, then narrowed sharply "That doesn't answer my question" The nerves of this girl. This was such a weird situation. Sighing, you answered truthfully; "it would look good on you, Tomie". You immediately felt your blood rushing to your face as she gave you a delighted smile.

"Doesss that mean I can wear it?" You were hesitant, you just met the woman about two hours ago, yet... you had trouble denying her. You shook your head "I'd rather not, Tomie, That would be crossing my boundaries. We could go shopping tomorrow if you'd like? I could show you where I got it."

Tomie looked disappointed, in fact, she pouted. You couldn't help but giggle at this. "Are you laughing at me?" This question, or rather the tone of it, caught you off guard. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought your reaction was cute." Tomie calmed down at that and even smirked at you "Oh really?~"

Was she?? Wasn't she mad like 10 seconds ago? You decided it was probably wiser not to question it. An uncomfortable silence plagued your room. You tried to break the ice. "Soooo... Wanna see some of my books? There's gotta be something you'd like in my bookshelf" Tomie seemed uninterested, but nodded nonetheless.

You went to the back of your room, examining each shelves carefully. "What's your favourite genre?" She seemed to ponder on it for a second, before responding "Romance". Well. That was awkward, it was the only genre your bookshelf lacked.

"Huh, interesting. I'll see what I have I guess?" Unfortunately the closest thing you had to a romance novel was 'Den lille havfrue', also known as 'the little mermaid', by Hans Christian Andersen. She'll probably be disappointed, but it'll have to do. You tossed the book towards her. "Here! Best I've got, take it or leave it!"

She seemed mildly annoyed at your gesture, but did not comment on it. She sat on your bedside table and opened the book. Huh, your room probably needed more chairs. In your defence, it wasn't often you received guests. You took a book yourself, (favourite book), and sat on the floor.

You looked over to Tomie, and to your surprise, she was now laying in your bed, still reading. She really made herself at home. For some reason you couldn't explain, you didn't mind all that much, which was odd; you absolutely loved and valued your privacy.

You kept reading silently until you were sick and tired of it, a bad habit of yours. You looked at the clock; it was 2 am. "Tomie?"... no response

You looked over to Tomie again. She fell asleep, still holding the book. You walked over to her and pulled the blankets over her. Seems like you were the one sleeping in the guest room tonight.

You quietly made your way to the guest room before remembering something; you remembered where you had heard the name 'Tomie' before. You quickly went back to your room, making as little noise as possible.

You opened the first drawer of your bedside table, looking through the numerous newspapers in it, then you found it. Your eyes widened in disbelief. You returned to the guest room, newspapers in hand.

You read the article carefully. A schoolgirl named Tomie Kawakami had been brutally murdered and chopped up years ago. You'd think it was a coincidence, were it not for her face; there was no mistake, she was completely identical. A dead girl was sleeping in your room at this very moment. You were shaking.

"i was chopped in 42 pieces"

Your heart stuttered in your chest. You turned around. In the doorway stood Tomie. You were too afraid to even move.

"My teacher and my classmates were the ones to dismember me."

The fear was too much, your vision was getting blurrier and darker, until it completely faded to black. Tomie watched in amusement as you passed out cold. "Oh well, I suppose my story can wait!"

The next morning, you woke up in the guest room bed. Strange, you were almost certain you had passed out on the floor. Maybe it was all a nightmare? You got up and looked around. There was no sign of that damned newspaper.

You walked towards your room, only to find Tomie, still sleeping peacefully. "It must've been a dream" you cursed your damn brain for having the audacity to come up with that shit.

But truth to be told, dream or not... you were still very uncomfortable around Tomie.

**author's notes: dam I really can't write a long chapter huh? I'm sorry, I swear I'm trying! As said previously, feedback is extremely appreciated, I need your help to improve.**