🧸TEDDY DAY🧸

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: It May contain triggering content, dark stuff, mentions of house invasion, the reader is sorta evil here.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Everyone has a dark side, he wants to see hers, his current fixation.

She likes toys, doesn't she?

Just as she is fond of playing around with people's hearts, and their emotions. She would definitely prefer anything she can fiddle with, make fun of, tease someone with, but what would she do with a teddy bear? Rip off its joints, tear apart it's made to be cute face, or stab it with scissors and call it a day. Either he's delusional, or he just inclines toward making innocent things veer dark, bloody. He's twisted alright, he plainly admits that, and he can't bring himself to shame.

She is teasing him, no? Glancing his way when he's near, and sharing brief eye contact, before she decides to be a brat and turn around, walk her way through the crowd as if they hadn't just experienced an intimate gaze. She wants to play hard to get, doesn't she? That's cute.

Let's see, how well she takes it when he decides to take the first step and arrange a doll she probably wouldn't like but would have no further choice other than to take it, bring it inside, eye it, look for anything suspicious, then settle for throwing it away, she's harsh, he kinda likes that.

Just to disgust her, he kept another tebby bear, this time in her room, on her bed, and enjoy the show once she gets back, worriedly looks at it and begin to hysterically examine the windows, doors anything he did not use to enter, it's entertaining watching her lose her mind, pulling her hair back as she concentrates on her course of action.

He simply could not resist his barbaric urge to taunt her more, play around with her, these toys are subtly his way of telling her, he exists, and she couldn't be able to find him unless she tried hard enough.

What's she going to do now? Report him? To who? Not like the police could do anything to help if she didn't even know who she was dealing with, who the suspect was, and who was invading her house and leaving behind heartfelt souvenirs. She has to have a dark side, just like him, just like everybody else. She shouldn't go around acting scared if she is secretly enjoying her current predicament.

It's not like he hasn't seen her threaten someone, beat someone up when she is incredibly upset, demolish her room for the sake of lowering her resentment, she must be very thwarted, poor thing. She's not the worse, he can confirm, certainly not the best either, like him. They might have a few things in common, a prime example, he found her enviously glaring at someone he knows to have attended the same school as her, unrequited love, is it?

She wasn't brave enough to cause mayhem, opting to simply watch, surrender, give up, not do anything about it, did she realize that the one she was pining for, hasn't been the one meant for her.

Maybe it was the one who left the tebby bear for her to ruin and relish in doing so.

In simple terms, him.

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