"If I can't protect you, I'll break you- after all toys are meant to be broken.~"
Trapped within a never ending circle.
The work of a psychotic, deluded man. All hidden under under the most delicate of frills, held together by cold steel chai...
A/n: I just want to thank you all for 100+ reads on my story *cries* so I did a drawing to say thanks- it looks pretty terrible but! I don't usually draw on the laptop, that there is the one I absolutely hate and despise, Kyoma!
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I swear my other art isn't as ugly Ha the shoes tho... I'm lazy af Maybe I'll sing next time (bring earplugs for your own saftey) Anyways back to the story...
Bring Bring Bring The phone rang continuously and I was just to hang up- "Hello?", a young woman's voice echoed through- was this his girlfriend- or maybe his sister? I was just about to answer when...
"So, was this just a prank, I don't find it very funny- Don't waste my time like this again."
"No no, please wait- this isn't a prank! I swear!"
"Hmm, are you sure abo-"
"Mum who are you- Why are you on my phone again?!", I was relieved when I had heard a familiar voice exclaim.
"Ahh! Kyoma!", I heard a lot of rustling and thumps before I got a reply.
"(Y/n)? Is that you? It's so late, I thought you weren't going to call." I let out a nervous chuckle, but I wasn't going to tell him I had forgotten.
"Yeah...", I said "Well, I tried doing a bit of my own research before asking you."
"So, uhh what did you find?" I soft click, then a spring of a mattress Silence, I didn't really want to admit that I hadn't found anything.
"A-A bunch of stuff like addresses and..." My voice began to trail away descending into a small whisper. "Yup," I said cheerily "that's what I found" I hoped my positive personality would distract him from the fact that I had done literally nothing.
A small giggle could be heard from the other side. I could feel my blood boiling, this wasn't funny though, and really needed his help. "..." I was really not amused and despite how much I hated it, we had to start sometime, " Okay- so I didn't find anything. But at least I tried." my voice breaking was slightly and my throat welling up as I spoke. "Look I need to started -Can you me help or not?"
He abruptly stopped laughing and I could hear the regret in his voice when he apologised. With that we finally began on my assignment. My phone set aside. I read over my blindly copied notes and work, and began to discover more details about the letter; it was addressed, a type-writer was used to write the letter and the assignment was only to find out the possibilities of how you could find out how a detective could solve a murder with the letter, not actually solve it. In the two weeks I had to do this work not once had I read any of those details. Reciting all this information back to Kyoma I only received small grunts of agreement and ''mm's". Only when I was finished did he reply. "(Y/n), did you check the actual letter?"
