ONGOING ❦ This fanfic is an alternate reality of my other one called "The Marionette", in which Dazai came back into your life permanently. I recommend reading that one first, but it won't be completely necessary to read this one. ❦ How deep do your wounds run? There was no better way to describe you than a doll, living to please your owner. At the age of 11, Mori took you in from an orphanage and brought you to the Port Mafia. At the age of 12, you become Dazai's right hand...except you aren't allowed any contact with the outside world. At 13, all you hear around you is drowned out by the voice of only one, and at 14 you've become nothing but a puppet in the hands of a puppet master. At age 15 he's gone, and you are left with nothing. In the present, now 19, executive Kouyou Ozaki is given responsibility of you, but when she puts you in charge of working with Ryunosuke Akutagawa for strategic purposes, truths of your past are exposed and bring you back to where you started. With Dazai. How much has changed? ❦ Disclaimer: I do not own Bungou Stray Dogs or any of its characters, only the plot and "you". ❦ Trigger Warnings: - Anything you may find in BSD already. - In the story because it's related to Dazai, specifically mentions of suicide and harm. - Descriptions of depression and other mental illnesses. - Toxic relationships, abuse. ❦ Extra: - I will be using female pronouns. - I will update whenever I can. ❦ A big thank you to Mar (@marster_) for making me this cover!

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart