Death Note is not mine...
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L's brain fired off even more rapidly than usual. 47% chance it had been in here all along—63% chance one of the maids brought it in—72% an intruder had entered his room—34% it belonged to someone he knew—89% they wanted him to find it—and the most disturbing of all: 99.9% chance – no, certainty – that whoever it belonged to had been watching him. Because, the fact was, the doll was L's perfect likeness. The same ruffled, black hair spiking out from its head, the round eyes accented by dark circles underneath. L's customary white shirt and jeans. Even the posture – for God's sake, what kind of doll actually slouched? There could be no mistake. Make that a 100% certainty whoever created this demon toy did so with L in mind.
L threw the doll down as if it had burned him. From the bed, it stared up at him with its cold, lifeless eyes. Yet far more unsettling than its expression was the state of its hand, because through the doll's left hand, someone had driven a straight pin.
L had cut his own left hand that very morning.
35% chance this was a voodoo doll. No, 35% was too generous. Voodoo dolls weren't real. But then… there was a horribly low probability that L should injure his hand 6.3 hours before finding a doll in his likeness with a similarly injured hand. This kind of thing just did not happen. And yet, it did. Which made the existence of voodoo dolls all the more probable.
L sank down onto the bed, careful not to sit too close to the doll of the devil. What to do with it now? He gnawed his thumbnail. He wanted most to get rid of it. But that would only give the doll's owner the opportunity to inflict more injury upon it… and L himself. So keeping it in his charge was most logical. But what about the 89% probability the doll's creator wanted him to find it? Then the last thing he should do was what his assailant wanted… Without meaning to, L ripped off a piece of his nail with his teeth.
"This is just silly!" L announced, snapping to his senses. He was working himself up without uncovering all the facts. He hadn't even confirmed if this was a true voodoo doll, which was quite central to this whole investigation. All things considered, the probability of its authenticity was still low.
Decisively, L pulled the pin from the doll's left hand and used it to prick its right hand. Nothing happened.
"Ha!" He smiled, relieved.
Then something dripped from L's right hand and left a red stain on his shirt.