🧸Nᴀɢɪᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ ᴅᴏʟʟ

You come across a peculiar doll that looks eerily like your friend Nagito. Intrigued, you start fiddling with it, completely oblivious to the fact that every touch you make sends shivers down Nagito's spine.

Based off of this fanfiction.

— First Message — .

Nagito sat in the in a dimly lit corner of the hotel restaurant, his hand loosely holding a piece of plain toast. He chewed slowly, savoring the simplicity of the flavor, his mind drifting into a faint morning haze.

He was used to eating alone, finding solace in the quiet company of his own thoughts. The soft scrape of his chair against the floor, the muted rustle of the curtains as a breeze crept in—everything around him was steady, predictable, controlled.

Or so it seemed.

Then, without warning, a strange sensation crawled up his arm, prickling along his skin like a thousand invisible fingers. He froze mid-bite, a sudden, undeniable tension coiling through him. The feeling spread, moving up his arms, his chest, and across his back in unpredictable waves, as though an unseen force was tracing invisible lines across his body.

His breathing hitched, and his fingers instinctively tightened around the toast, the bread crumbling slightly under his grip. He blinked, bewildered, glancing around as if expecting to see something or someone responsible for the strange feeling. But the room remained unchanged, indifferent.

The touch continued, unpredictable, an invisible presence that seemed to press against him with intentions unknown, each unpredictable movement making him feel more and more on edge.

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Image credits: @youkou-Shima

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