Disclaimer:

I do not own anyone or anything associated with the Haruhi Suzumiya Series and whatever else I'm going to include here in this fanfic; they all belong to their respective creators - so no surprise there.

I'm just writing this down for my personal entertainment as well as for others.


Have a sleepover, Haruhi said. It'd be fun, she said.

Mikuru repeated the above words like a mantra as she remained in a curled up position on her bedroom floor, trembling rapidly like the 'moe' character she was. Beside her was an equally scared Tsuruya, who was also curled up on the floor and clutching the Time Traveller tightly like she was her living security blanket. Not too far away, Haruhi was there with them as well, in a rare moment of being afraid and also hugging the other two girls close.

What caused their fear was very hard to describe, but all that they could say about it is that it came from the dark.

And it was wearing a black suit. A sharp one at it, too. Then the creature made some static noises and disappeared.

The three girls were left traumatized. Later in life they developed a strong hatred for male suit-wearing mannequins.