Déjà Vu// bsd X Child!reader

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Dear [Name],

You might not know who I am, but I surely know you. I know your misery, my dear friend, and I know the answers you are looking for. This might sound like I am a stalker, but I just want to help you. Of course, I want something in return too, but don't worry about that!

If you accept my offer, then I'll send my 'friend' to pick you up at XXX, tomorrow at 9 am. If you don't, then just don't go there, but you'll miss out this opportunity.

If you are still debating about whether you should trust me, then I've got something that will definitely change your mind: I know about all of your abilities, and what caused them. Ability nullification, healing and future seeing in your dreams. I proved that I know something no one other than you and the agency knows, so what are you waiting for? You need answers, and I got them.

Sincerely, from the person who wants to help you.

[Name] read the letter with a straight face in their bedroom. 'Should I be concerned about this?' They looked around the room, like if they were searching for Fukuzawa to ask him about his opinion, but he wasn't there. He was probably in his bedroom reading a book or the newspaper. He didn't disturb [Name] on purpose.

'This seems very sketchy... but this person knows about the abilities. And that I am looking for answers.' their head started aching. 'Fuck... I shouldn't go... It might be a trap.'

'Who this person is? Another reason it seems fake, is that they didn't write a name on it, neither the address from where it was sent. They act like we know each other, can it be possible? I might know them... wait. What if they didn't write a name, because they know I wouldn't accept it if I know who they are?'

[Name] threw the letter on the ground and sighed. 

"This is such a pain in the ass..." they mumbled.

'What if they can actually help?' they wondered. 'What if I do what they want, but the answers are something Ranpo could easily deduce? ...no, then he would have already found out, we are talking about Ranpo here. So let's suppose, that they have useful information, but what they want in return from me is something horrible. They didn't specify what they want. It could be anything.' A chill went down on their spine as they thought about the possibilities.

[Name] got up from their bed, picked up the letter and went to the kitchen. 

They placed the piece of paper on the kitchen counter and started looking through the cabinets, searching for something. [Name] tried to be as quiet as possible, considering that Fukuzawa's kitchen was right beside his bedroom. 'I'm tired of this person I don't even know...'

After a good minute, they pulled out a lighter from the cabinet.

[Name] held the letter above the lighter, but as they were about to lit the fire, their hands trembled. 'Am I doing the right thing?...'

They shook their head, then ignited the lighter. The edge of the piece of paper started burning.

'...I think so.'

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"So you want to go to your friend's house tomorrow?" Fukuzawa summarized after [Name] went up to him and listened to their long ass monolouge.

"Yeah..." they nodded with a nervous smile on their face.

'God, just please don't ask that question, just please....'

"Didn't all of your friends die in the fire? You were the only survivor." he raised an eyebrow.

'For fuck's sake, nothing can go smoothly in this household...'