A|N: one day a very interesting idea happened upon me: what would happen if mimic was an actual doll rather than a man possessing clothes. the idea spiraled into a lot of little things, and in short for this sniblet of an au I will eventually elaborate on: chisaki killed a man-who's identity is anonymous as of now-dismembered the man further to hide the murder, stuffed what he couldn't clean up into a bird-like doll named mimic, unbeknownst to chisaki, the man came back to life within the doll. happy reading!
mimic wakes up one day covered in blood. funny thing is he's never waken up before. never felt touch through fingers.
(he's touched me.)
he's always existed but he's never been alive. someone else always moved for him, made him "live" through their actions.
now he can see and feel and think. now he thinks that blood is bad.
(he's touched me and now it's everywhere. bad bad bad this is a bad dream)
all he can do is stare and try to take it off himself. his hands are heavy, weight so new they rise a bit before dangling sadly. all he can do is stare at it.
(i'll wake up any minute now.)
his body's useless, slumps forward. some part of him screams.
(but there's no)
mouth to breathe it. no vocal chords to break. his voice box is broken, that must be it! someone needs to fix it for him. he needs to find help.
(i can't call for help i can't talk i can't)
something in his mind darkens and he goes back to not-awake with one last thought.
(i can't wake up.)