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

Sweet home

You were heading back home with Tomie, arms linked together. The silence was painfully loud. Lots of questions were lingering on your mind, but you were too afraid to ask. What were you going to say? 'Yo Tomie did you die in 1987? I heard you've been chopped up in tiny little pieces by your own teacher'? Or 'Tomie, I suspect you're actually not human, am I correct'? That probably wouldn't go very well.

Tomie thankfully broke the silence "You know, we could get caviar or foie gras later!" ..what a diva. You just wanted to go home and read, that would get your mind off of Tomie and her strange behaviour.

Hold on. Your home. You forgot to lock the door! "FUCK!" You ran home, dragging Tomie behind you. How the turntables. "Wait! Why are you running?! Stop!" You looked ahead, your house now visible. The front door was wide open. Shit.

"Tomie, wait here. I'm going to see if anything's missing." You whisper-shouted. Tomie nodded silently in response.

You made your way inside and immediately heard incoherent mumbling, the voice seemed masculine. It came from your room. The door was slightly open, you slammed and held it shut as hard as you could; your room did not possess any windows; he was trapped.

Almost immediately, the door behind you started shaking tremendously. "Where is Tomie?! I know you're keeping her away from me!!" Who the fuck was this guy? "Who are you and who is Tomie? What are you doing in my house?" You responded as calmly as possible, hoping it would appease the man. It did not.

"YOU LYING BITCH! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Then you felt him repeatedly slam his whole body weight in your door. 1, 2, slam! 1, 2, slam! 1, 2; you opened the door. The man stumbled to the floor. You used this opportunity to run towards the kitchen and grab a... Pan? Gosh, you're dumb, why would you pick a frying pan?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the man barging in the kitchen. "WHERE'S TOMIE?!" He was practically foaming at the mouth. You cringed. "I don't know who 'Tomie' is". This angered him even more; he full on sprinted towards you. You swung the frying pan towards his face; the momentum he gained by sprinting towards you made the blow even harder.

The man groaned and held unto his face. His nose was bleeding. "You're so fucking dead" He made his way towards you once more. You hit him with the pan again; or at least, you tried to. He caught it before it could even touch him. He slammed you against the wall and his other hand went around your throat. You couldn't breathe. You tried clawing at his hand, but it didn't work

So you kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He immediately let you go and bent over the kitchen sink, vomiting. How very polite of him, but why does he care? Shouldn't he just do that on the floor if he's planning on killing you? Oh right, that would leave his DNA all over the crime scene.

"Weird. I think you kicked me back to my senses." He said, his voice shaky but surprisingly calm. "... So are you going to leave before I decide to call the cops?" Tomie did advise you not to rely on the authorities, but what else can you do now?

"Listen. This woman, if you could even call it that, is evil." There we go again, he's becoming agitated once more. You waited for him to elaborate nonetheless, a morbid curiosity leading you to listen to what he had to say. "She destroyed the friendship I had with my childhood friend. We started to fight over her, and she found it funny! She doesn't care if you care, she's just looking for a messed up ego boost from the attention she's getting!"

"So I let my friend have her. But I couldn't stop watching her. Everyday, I followed her. Despite her being involved with my former friend, she was seeing other men. I wasn't really in contact with him anymore, but it felt wrong not to tell him. I needed evidences, so I decided to take pictures, and look!"

He started searching his pockets. You backed off, this fucked up psycho stalker probably had a weapon. "Wait! Look!" In his hand was a.. flip phone?. You looked at the tiny screen. On it was Tomie, but she was horribly deformed; she seemed to have two faces, one of which was her normal face, while the other looked... wrong. It was staring right at the camera, too.

"See? SEE?! She's a monster!" You scoffed. "That's all? What tells me you don't just suck at taking pictures? It could be double exposure!" It really didn't look like it, but you weren't going to let a picture scare you. There had to be a rational explanation for this.

"I know you killed him. I followed you and Tomie afterwards. You're a monster just like her, right? Where is she?" He took a few steps towards you. You took a few steps back and ended up bumping in a wall. You tried to hit him with the pan again, but he caught your arm before you could. Fuck.

"I'm here." Tomie's voice was heard from the kitchen's doorway. What was she doing here? Didn't you tell her to wait outside? The man immediately went back to being absolutely feral.

"Tomie! I knew you were here!" He stepped away from you and rushed towards Tomie, his back turned to you. Big mistake. You threw your toaster right at his skull. A familiar 'crack' could be heard before he fell to the floor. Oh shit, not again... you went over to him. No blood, seemed to be breathing. Good, looks like he just passed out.

"Are you okay?" You sighed. "I.. think I am?.. But, I feel like there's something you're not telling me. Who are all those people and why do they want to kill you? What are we going to do with this guy?"

"...I'll take care of it. You should go rest, I'll tell you everything you need to know tomorrow." You looked out the window. It was dark outside. Guess that fight lasted longer than you thought. You decided to listen to Tomie and just go to sleep, despite the man laying on your kitchen floor. You were exhausted.