𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱? ~°•*'▪︎
Fem!Protagonist(?) x 15!Dazai Osamu.
- This idea came off a video I saw, about an horror videogame. It's mainly a detective game where the protagonist has to understand who killed a mass of people, and they gets deceived by Dazai into thinking they are the perpetrator of the crime, even if they aren't.
It's discontinued and I had the inspiration to write this thing. Maybe this could serve for someone who wants inspiration/motivation to write some dark bsd fic, idk.
THE CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING UNDER THE CUT!
- Tw¡! Self-destructive behaviour, animal gore (belly is open, mentions of organs), bad language.
"What's this?" The girl rubs her hands together, howering over the little box she just pulled out a literal animal's chest.
She never thought she would be able to do something like that, digging her fingers between organs of a fucking dead deer to pull out... whatever this is.
"Try opening it" the boy next to her gestures messily, before acting himself and pushing softly the girl by the side, grabbing the box and trying to tear the box and open it. It makes a strange sound as soon as he moves it too much, which makes him squeak and pull back "now WHAT was that?!" He points at the box as if it's some parasite, with a disgusted face.
The girl stares at him before giggling, rolling her eyes "you are such a drama queen. I don't know what is it, but don't act as if there could be some virus inside" she walks closer again but the boy grabs her shoulder, making her look up "I don't know.. this place has always seem off, we never know what abandoned places could gift us, now can we?" He weakly smiles, staring at her in a somewhat silent plead to not proceed with whatever she has in mind.
"...don't try to chit chatting me with your interesting philosophical speeches, Dazai! Let's just open this box"
"It was literally in the stomach of a deer"
"And?"
He widen his eyes, looking at the deer in disgust, then back at the bloody box, also covered in other strange substances and liquids that no one of them truly wants to find out the origin. He then looks at the girl "And??" He slams his hand on the forehead "You have the AUDACITY to ask me what's wrong with your clearly wrong decision?"
"Then why are we here?"
"Because YOU were curious, and dragged me here!"
"I was curious, YOU dragged YOURSELF here!"
With an indignant frown, the boy brings his nose to the other side, ignoring the rustling sounds his companion makes with the box, alongside some horrified sounds since those fluids surely just look terrible.
"What are these sounds I'm hearing?"
"SHUT UP"
The boy snickers as he walks back towards her leaning down, noticing how she just barely broke the cardboard that cover the inside. He tsks ironically and slaps her hands away "let me do"
"You already tri— oh no don't do what I thi- OOOH IT MUST HURT." The girl feels shivers run down her spine as Dazai tears up the box by inserting his fingers with all the speed and spontaneous and snappy strength he has; for a moment, the girl is afraid that his nail has been torn.
Moments like these remind her of why she kept Dazai by her side; considering him someone reckless, she decided to take him to avoid his possible death. But now she has learned to grow fond of the boy, and actions like these turn her chest as much as her stomach.
"DAZAI! DEAR SKY CAN YOU JUST NOT?"
"I opened it!" Big round brown eyes stare at her own as his own bleeding hands have been pulled out the now tore box, the content of the box now free from any restrains.
"..." she takes his hands softly, a frown on her features as she stares at all the cuts, the in-the-making bruises and possible future scars. "Stop hurting yourself"
"Or?"
"Or I'll cry"
". . .welp, not the answer I expected!"
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he was a sk8er boi, he said annoy you l8r boi
(A teen soukoku fic, y2k style)
Chapter 7: My Beautiful Rescue/Feeling This
Summary:
Are those crushes they’re developing??
Snippet:
Dazai sighs. “I didn’t want to bruise your sluggy ego,” he pulls out his debit card and waves it around, “but Mori asked me to get you clothes that don’t smell like the gutters and look like you’d been attacked by a pack of dogs.”
Surprise and then anger flash through Chuuya’s eyes before he narrows them suspiciously. Dazai’s pretty sure the only thing stopping him from getting a fist to his face is the fact that they’re in a cramped store that Chuuya doesn’t want to get kicked out of.
”Oh yeah? Did he also say you needed to get an outfit that doesn’t look like you’re crashing your own funeral?”
”You’ll be wearing this too, once school starts,” Dazai chides.
Chuuya just waves him off, looking around the store with renewed vigor.
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