~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 11: THE BROKEN TOY.

"The clock is ticking, Y/N." Fyodor spoke with his hypnotic voice.

Here you were, in a situation you thought you would never be in, having to risk giving yourself to someone. Only for them to "fix" it, to make you feel "cherished". A thing that almost felt impossible for this generation, true love. But... what if he was being truthful? What if he could really make a change into your life? You hesitated as you were still staring at these piercing lavender eyes of his. They reminded you of a precious plushie you had when you were young, the one thing that kept you safe at your lowest.

As you kept looking at him, your words finally wrapped up little by little before you could feel yourself give your answer,

"No. Nobody can 'fix' me, I'm not a broken toy. If you really think you can make my life better, you're wrong. I made the decision to have the life I currently have. You just took it away without my consent." You frankly admitted.

The dark-haired maniac now glanced at you, not showing any emotions. He wasn't surprised that you would say that it's almost like he already knew everything about you.

Then without a word, he put his hand on your head, now gently patting your hair as if you were some sort of pet and then chuckled. He was clearly not being serious about the situation. Clearly, he enjoyed tormenting you.

Without a warning, he stabbed your neck with a syringe with his other hand, just like he did last time. His purple eyes shining in a dark aura.

"Well... You just need a bit more of thinking, why not think about that in your sleep? Would be a shame to disagree with a life opportunity here, wouldn't it?" Dostoevsky now retorted, clearly enjoying the moment.

You, on the other hand, felt a stinging pain before your head began to spin around, your world going hazy. As you were falling unconscious, you only felt the Russian man getting close to your face and kissing you on your soft lips. As if he was kissing you good night.

...

-*Fyodor's POV*

There she was, passed out again. Another lesson she should learn by now, disagreement comes to this. I thought she was sharper than that, I guess not.

"Pfft, pathetic." I huffed; a grin still placed on my figure.

She is truly a foolish girl who doesn't realize her worth, why doesn't she let me change that? I would make a good acquaintance to her life. Anyways, I have other stuff to do than watch her sleeping, which I would with no doubt like that. But business is more important.

I now went to sit on my chair, in front of the computer screens blinding me. How grateful I was to at least have her by my side as I work. I now began typing on the keyboard, getting news on about the other organizations.

Surprisingly, Ranpo hasn't even find where Y/N was! Then he calls himself a detective with deductibility powers. Everyone in the agency knows it's nothing more than a talent, not an ability. What a shame dear Ranpo doesn't want to accept the reality as a normal human being. Humans are truly pathetic and sinful. Though, I might have to be worried about one individual, Osamu Dazai...

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(Note: Here's another chapter for you all! I hope this one is good even though it was a bit rushed. I wonder if I should drop a major plot twist next chapter? Maybe. Song for this chapter is Nobody by Mitski! Bye, see yall next chapter!:D)