canon is Ibitsu (horror manga, as a warning!)

[idealsister]

[Are your characters out at midnight? Throwing away the trash, maybe? There's a girl in a dirty lolita dress with a stuffed animal sitting by the pile of trash. She's quiet and holding a ripped parasol.

Will you approach? Will you walk away without checking to see if she's alright?]

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[blockhead_bruiser]

Hey, are you alright there kid?

[idealsister]

[That doesn't answer her question. But that's okay, she's very patient. She will wait for one first.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

[Oh! right! your question, he had almost forgot about that bit.]

Nope! I'm one of a kind.

How about you, do you have any family? And more importantly, do you need help finding them?

[idealsister]

[She'll lift a hand and point to you.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

Well then, let's get going then, Big Brother Rakan'll help you out!

[He's either brave or stupid. Likely both.]

1/3

[idealsister]

[O-osnap. Run, Rakan! There was no right answer to begin with.]

2/3

[idealsister]

3/3

[idealsister]

[Hope you're fast, because she's very fast.

Although she'll never aim for a killing blow first. There's no fun in that.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

Damn, and here I was hoping to help you pass without a fight...

Sorry kid.

[He's not running, and he's got the same stupid grin on his face as before... He'll help you out one way or another!]

1/2

[idealsister]

[The weapons stops just short of its target.]

[idealsister]

[It was no fun otherwise. Not that she still doesn't kill everyone who answers her question.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

It's not nice to hit girls. Let alone kids.

[idealsister]

[Words like that...]



[And she turns to leave for the first time.

But even if you let her leave, this would only be the first encounter... she's never left anyone who answered her question before.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

Hey kid, don't beat yourself up over it alright? It's not your fault.

[He's not going to try and stop her from leaving, nor is he worried, he's just... Sad, for the poor child that had to turn out like that.]

[idealsister]

[There's not many who survives her the first day. Maybe it's a few days later, or even a few weeks.

But one day, he might wake up to find his home completely cleaned and food steaming and delicious on the table. It doesn't matter if the doors were all locked and bolted or if he hadn't even fallen asleep there. Maybe it might stop there.

Or maybe, a few days after that, there will be someone at your door.

Knock, knock.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

[...Huh. This isn't half as messy as he had left it. He could get used to this. Here he comes to answer the door.]

Oh hey, it's you again. How you been... Uh.. I don't think I ever quite caught your name.

[idealsister]

[She doesn't have one. Not until you name her. Thus, the implied question is ignored and she will stand in the doorway and hold up her stuffed animal.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

Sure thing. we can probably fix it's eye up too, while we're at it.

[He's letting her in, ac poor of a decision as that probably seems.]

Can I grab you anything else? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?

[idealsister]

[No one's ever offered to fix Kazuki or go near him. Mostly because he smells too strange, like being washed but not properly dried too many times. Or like blood. But that couldn't be right, could it?]

Rakan would be the best horror protagonist ever.

[blockhead_bruiser]

If you think you'll be alright doing so. In the meanwhile, I'll fix up Kazuki for you.

[He'll take the stuffed animal if offered, and set off in search of a washcloth, a sewing kit, and a basin of hot water. Strangely, he doesn't seem to pay mind to the smell.]

He may somehow survive everything because none of the monsters would know what to do with him. XD

[idealsister]

[It may take her a few seconds to give up the stuffed animal, but she eventually does with a lingering eye and goes to make drinks... funny how she seems to know where everything is.

If Kazuki is washed, he may start oozing a dull reddish-brown... like dried blood, and the smell might be intensified. But that can't be right. He's just a stuffed animal. It's not like he has a zipper or anything. He's not any sort of backpack.

But she'll come back soon with every drink he mentioned, all steaming and perfect, even, before sitting on the ground next to him to watch him work.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

[Well well, seems we can open this toy up, but before he does he'll hold it up with a new eye sewn on, as well as any rips and tears patched up.]

Do you want me to wash the inside out too? I won't open it up unless you want me to.

Also thank you for the drinks!

[He'll give her a pat on the head and take a sip of coffee before going back to cleaning the stuffed toy.]

[idealsister]

[She shakes her head.]

[blockhead_bruiser]

Alrighty then, I won't open him up, aside from that he's all clean, here you go.

[He'll pat the rabbit dry and hand him back over.]

You look like you could probably use some new clothes and a washup yourself. If you want, the washroom's right over that way.

[Though he figures she knew that already.]

[idealsister]

[Sure, she might wash up after taking the bunny with her again. She'd still be wearing the same clothes after, though, even if the look a bit cleaner (although damp).

...And ready to follow you around.]