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cyanidefilledcandy · 6 years

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So,

A month or so ago, I had finally made the decision to take my best friend up on his offer to move in with him and also maybe even take a break. In all honesty, it’s something I should’ve done a while ago; like.....3 years ago awhile ago. But, I was holding out the hope that my hard word would be rewarded and that I would at least have the opportunity for a promotion I honestly deserved. Not the case...

The past few months at work have been horrendous. Not just because we’re short staffed, but from the way I and others have been treated.

I spoke briefly on the situation with my boss. Not only was he falsely accused of sexual harassment with evidence that proved the contrary; not only did he lose pay and it’s costing him money he uses to take care of his house, sons, and mother; but they wouldn’t even let him take over the store he wanted. It’s a store he’s wanted for a while that is close to home, instead making him take one that’s TWICE the drive the other two stores were. This is how he’s treated after 23 years of PHENOMENAL service. That’s not even an exaggeration. This man worked so hard and made SO much money for these people. Typically, in any given Kroger, the meat department make up about 2% of the store’s total sales. Ours made up 12% on average and it was steadily growing. Doesn’t matter... When this incident first happened, I had wondered if it was some kind of conspiracy against him to get him fired. Our grocery department has been at odds with us ever since we kept bringing up to management our concerns about literally being harassed and verbally assaulted by their frozen lead (a guy who should’ve never gotten the position any way considering he was insubordinate and doing the exact same thing to his deli leads when he first started (all women). So, they gave him a promotion...) Well, with the new store manager, allegedly, something was going to be done about that....and they didn’t like that. So, why not frame the guy who is causing them trouble, a man who has been a dear friend to them for over 20 years, for something horrible like sexual harassment?

So, right after, I had to take up the mantle, which I honestly didn’t mind. I hated the situation with a passion, and I honestly wouldn’t have taken a promotion anyway. I had been talking about seriously leaving the store (maybe even company) behind since before this incident. I’ve should’ve left long ago, but my mind was made up the day my store manager put me in the hospital from a panic attack.

So, we’re GROSSLY understaffed (we always have been), despite having good numbers, doing a ABSURD amount of work by hand, and most importantly, doing absolutely ridiculous things for customers that most stores just outright refuse to do (hell, they won’t even do simple things). But, we soldier on and do the best that we can. Again, I don’t mind as much because I love the chance to showcase what I can do, especially with a promotion around the corner.

Wasn’t given the opportunity. Instead, I kept getting sent people to “show me what to do” like I haven’t been there for 3 goddamn years (all men, btw). And what these men do is come in and disregard me completely and fuck me and my coworkers over with their bullshit. Because of them, what should have been a relatively simple holiday turned into a disaster for me, my coworkers, and our customers because these guys came in and left everything in disarray. And to make matters worse, management looked at me like it was my fault when I TOLD them this would happen. Furthermore, when they DID finally stop coming, it still left us GROSSLY understaffed, and we did all we could do.

Wasn’t good enough. Everyday, we got talked down to, treated like we were incompetent, and that anybody but us could do the job better. And to make matters worse, the new store manager got some kind of bug up her ass about me. I originally thought it was because I wasn’t all happy and smiley like when she first started. And why would I be?

We lost our leader and good friend due to a bullshit conspiracy, we’re being treated like dirt, the district meat manager is outright refusing to give me a chance, we’re short staffed and working ourselves to death to try and keep this department going and on top of all of that, my car is still down. I’m paying $200 a week and actually living in poverty to work here. So yes.....I’m not smiling.

But apparently, she took it personally, and ever since then goes out of her way to make sure I’m always overrode on decisions, make sure to always ask others opinions on my department when I’m it’s leader and have been for over 3 years now. I won’t get into every little thing, but basically she treats me as if I’m incompetent, ignores any hard work I do and finds something to complain about.

Meanwhile, my mental health (which is already like a thread’s worth there) is steadily getting worse. I’m stressed from not being able to do a good enough job because I don’t have health, depressed from how me and my coworkers are being treated, depressed that others are getting all of the glory and being treated better than me and like THEY’RE the one keeping the department going when they’re clearly not (a white woman), and depressed that I not only am not getting a chance for a promotion, but that I never WILL get that chance for a promotion.

The district meat manager has overlooked me time and time again, and I always knew me being a black woman was a key issue in that. I’ve been repeatedly denied even to take classes to become a manager of my own department. Any time there is a chance for me to prove that I can do a good job, I am denied that opportunity and some man is brought in to show me how to do my job. I knew it then, but for some reason hung on to the hope that if I kept pushing and kept doing my job that I could prove myself and get to run a market. I was being dumb. This time struck me harder. My old manager told me that he REALLY wanted me to become a meat manager because none of the women he ever trained became one. ....I have no idea how it hasn’t hit him, because it hit my like a bag of bricks. Let me tell you something about my manager....

He’s good. He’s extremely good. And he’s a great and knowledgeable teacher. Every backup he has has been promoted and moved on to run their own markets within a year. The one who didn’t was literally because he had a learning disability. But, he kept working with him, and now that man is at a corporate level in the company. That man...

He’s had his fair share of female backups, and none of them have EVER made it past that position....and none ever will. I remember going to a meeting with all of the meat managers and backups and just curiously looking around at the demographics. There was ONE other female backup there, but no female leads.

I’ve always known this about the man who sits at the head of our district’s meat department. He’s sexist, plain and simple. Maybe even a tad racist. But, he constantly talks to me (and other women) like we’re incompetent children. One day, he came in and was explaining a VERY simple business concept to me and kept repeating “Oh, you probably don’t understand this. You probably don’t understand this,” like I’m just fucking stupid.

My BIGGEST pet peeve is for someone to treat my like I’m stupid and/or that I’m beneath them, and I get both from this guy, and it takes everything in my power not to slice his fucking neck open with the myriad of knives available in my department (or to just snap and tell him about himself). I KNOW my IQ is WORLDS higher than this guy’s. It’s not my fault I wasn’t born with a silver spoon up my ass.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying Kroger as a whole is sexist or racist. This seems to be an occurrence that’s isolated to this department (maybe even JUST in this division). And if you’re wondering about the female backups, well, that decision belongs to the meat manager of that particular store. Whether someone becomes a lead, however, depends on this fat, sexist fuck who is at our corporate level. And if that wasn’t apparent enough, it became even more apparent once the market opened up....

So, the guy they ultimately gave the store to (a young, white male) comes in and management is a COMPLETE 180. They assure that he has help at all times. They give him the utmost praise for the smallest accomplishments. And when they grade the department, it’s ALWAYS favorably. The grades for the department has steadily been nothing but B’s since he got here. When I was running it, I was lucky to get a C+ and this was even before manager got fired. I can see him doing the same amount of work and the department looking the same as when I would get a C+ and they would give him a B+. And to top things off, the manager made a HUGE fucking deal about assuring he had 2 days off a week. I worked myself to EXHAUSTION, 24 fucking days in a row, 7 days a week, usually for 9-11 hours a day no matter how sick I was, and got told “Why isn’t the department perfect? Why do you have overtime? Why aren’t you smiling?” And what’s worse, our numbers are steadily getting worse, and is he getting in any trouble for it? No. They could come in and we’re out of product because he wants to order “by the skin of my teeth”; customers come in looking for things and it’s not there, even past the time we’re supposed to be set up. Does he get into any trouble for it? No. And I’m not mad at this kid. I’m not. He’s only doing what I was trying to do. He has nothing to do with how I’ve been treated, and I’m not the type of person to take out on someone what someone else did to me. I’m not that person; I’m never going to be that person.

And each day it cuts deeper and deeper. I should be over it by now (I AM moving and made it very well known that I was leaving), but it still really fucking hurts. I’ve given SO much to work at that job. Not just physically, but I put myself through so much to stay there. I lived in poverty, worked my body to the point where I don’t think I’ll ever recover, kept myself in a dangerous situation and wound up being ATTACKED from it, when I could’ve been living with my best friend, at least semi-happy and safe. And why? Because I’m ambitious and wanted to work to get to a better position. Money was a factor, but a very small one. I’m just the type of person who always wants to move forward and do better. Ambitious and perfectionist.

Doesn’t matter...

I could go on and on and on about all the bullshit I’ve been through at Kroger, as well as witnessed other people go through. (Believe it or not, but this is just scraping the VERY recent surface.) But, it doesn’t matter because I had set a date and time to move away and join my friends. They decided to move to Arizona, and while I’m not in LOVE with the idea of going THERE in particular, I am in love with the idea of getting away from this place that brought me nothing but misery and just starting over and....trying to get myself together. I’m in SUCH bad shape and have been for a very, very long time; mentally, physically, and emotionally. So, my plan was to get my car back in decent working order, start back my second job so that I can end with them on a good, professional note, start packing, and then just....leave by the 20th on next month. Simple. Obtainable.

Not happening...

This weekend, my car went out completely... It’s...just done...

And I want to kill myself because it was because a stupid, simple mistake on my part. Something I was unaware of, but simple nonetheless. I won’t get into it. I don’t want to hear comments about how I should’ve known that and blah blah blah.... I feel bad enough about it.

And the timing is just AWFUL because I’m just three payments away from paying the car off completely. My second JUST got in contact with me about filling out rehire paperwork (but it’s right behind my other job, which is a city away). And worst of all, just when I’m only 3-4 weeks away from moving and trying to get my life back on track...

Furthermore, this is going to put me back into the cycle of spending $200+ a week to get to work, and....I absolutely REFUSE to do that... It’s not worth it. It has NEVER been worth it. I stayed for my manager and my coworkers....to make their lives easy, because they’re people I genuinely love. I can’t afford to dish out that kind of money, and am considering just quitting and finding something closer until I can come up with a down payment on a new car...

That being said, even though it shouldn’t take me a long time to find a job....it just might, and I’m already still very far behind on bills, and I can’t NOT have income. And Unemployment Benefits criteria is SO nitpicky here, that I’m afraid I won’t be able to receive benefits, even though this IS a work related problem.

So, I’m stuck. Stuck and depressed and stuck...

I have no idea what my move should be. I don’t know if I should just quit Kroger and look for something around here. Or try and tough it out at Kroger until something becomes available (which....I’m going to be honest, it was hard enough trying to stay there until the end of the month. Going there day after day is slowly chipping away more at my mental health that I feel like I could snap at any day... I was only trying to hold on so that I had a job when I moved to Arizona, even though my friend told me it was fine to just take a month off and THEN start looking for work.) So....*sigh* I just don’t know...

....besides just swallowing a bottle of pills. It sounds like I’m being melodramatic, but....it’s honestly the best option at this point. And not just because of this. Because of everything...

I’m tired. I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the world I inhabit.

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[HR] Lonely

Rie was a lonely child. Her mother, Mika, works two jobs all the way in Tokyo, in a station two hours away by train, because Tokyo jobs pay well but Nagano rent was worth the commute- especially considering the train fair would be provided by her company. She was a paralegal assistant; regal in title but in title alone; the actual work was demeaning and degrading. She made coffee and tea, provided copies when required, and answered phone calls. A post graduate degree, two years working in the field and yet her gender reduced her to be no more than a secretary, with no immediate sign of promotion, while her less qualified male coworkers order her around. She however, had no other choice.

However, as you might expect, she was not paid enough to cover the hospital bills. Her husband, Rie’s father, had stage 4 liver cancer. The bills were horrendous, and she had, on occasion, fantasized about just, well, letting nature take it’s course. But, she just couldn’t. He was her sole ray of light in a hard life, he, despite his fragile, disoriented state, deserved more than that. And, probably more prominently, She wasn’t ready to give up hope. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

Naturally, with Rie, a girl of five at home to feed, and hospital bills to pay, being a secretary wasn’t enough. Mika started a second job. As shameful as it was, she worked as a hostess at a bar in Kabukicho, the red-light district of Shinjuku-Ku, a overly populated area of Tokyo.

This caused her to leave Rie home alone for days at times.

Mika was ashamed of this, but she had no choice. There were bills to pay and mouths to feed, and no dependable relatives within a near enough vicinity.

Mika was too ashamed to tell her husband’s family, or to ask for money. They shamed her poor family from the beginning, and she was set out to prove them wrong. She would succeed, she would make money on her own, she would be successful.

Or so she thought.

Reality is cruel.

So, Rie was a lonely child. She knew how to keep herself busy, though, relatively. She had the gift of imagination, no doubt in part facilitated by the lack of external stimulation; they had no TV, no video games, no friends, just a deck of cards and rie’s three treasured stuffed animals. A toucan she called Ma-Chan, a Fox named Pii, and Nya-Chan, her favorite, because Daddy won it for her from a crane machine before he got sick. When they lived in a house, and went out to play some times.

Rie often had conversations with these three. Ma-Chan was loud and boisterous. She often came up with ideas and made decisions, and she wouldn’t take no for an answer, though she did often change her mind and was open to suggestions. Pii was the smartest, the oldest and the most mature. He would often keep Ma-Chan in check, and make sure she didn’t get us in trouble. Nya-Chan was fun, cheerful and silly, but she was also a coward some times- fittingly, a scaredy-cat.

They went on adventures together all of the time. Mostly inside the apartment, and sometimes outside, but of course, as a secret, because Mika would be so mad. They went all the way to the playground once, and it was Rie’s favorite adventure. She met Mr. Tanaka that time, the nice old man that smelled like pickles. He said they can come back to his house , and we can have tea and dango. As always, Pii wouldn’t let us. Mika told us never to go with strangers. Mr. Tanaka understood, and said he’s often at the playground, if we wanted to visit him again.

Now, it had been almost a week since Mika had been home, and Rie was getting bored of the apartment. They haven’t eaten since yesterday, because the refrigerator was empty, and Rie didn’t know how to make rice yet. The four were in the middle of a game of “baba-nuki”, a Japanese version of Old Maid, when Ma-Chan blurted, “Hey, let’s go to the playground! We need to go outside. Maybe Mr. Tanaka will be there again, and can give us tea and dango!”

Pii was unsure, but he was hungry, and he was the weakest to food.

Rie and Nya-Chan loved the idea. They pleaded with Pii, and he eventually complied, but they have to be careful, and come home right after.

So the group snuck out to the park. Rie had a special backpack to fit her friends- they weren’t very good at walking, and people stared when she held them. Nya-Cohan, though, was scared of the backpack, and wanted Rie to hold her hand at all times. So, of course, she did.

Rie almost got lost this time but Pii knew the way, and then they found it! Not only that, but Mr. Tanaka was there, along with a boy. Rie ran up to say hi. Mr

Tanaka looked a little nervous, but he was happy to see them.

“Rie! It has been a while, how have you been?”

Mr. Tanaka! I’m doing just great! Mommy hasn’t been home for a long time though, and we ran out of food. Can we have dango? Pii said it’s ok this time.”

Mr. Tanaka laughed. “How long has your Mom been gone? DOn’t you think she’ll be home tonight?”

Rie blurted, “No, I don’t think so. It’s been almost a week! And We’ll head back before bedtime. Right?”

Mr Tanaka smiled. “Of course, I’ll take you right home. Right after tea and dango.”

The boy tugged on Mr Tanaka’s shirt.

Oh, Rie, this is Makoto-kun. He’s 4, one year younger than you! I met him just a few hours ago. Mind if he joins us?”

Rie didn’t like boys much, but Makoto looked nice enough, and she was too hungry to care too much.

“Ok. As long you have enough for all of us!”

Mr. Tanaka assured her he had plenty. “And you can meet the others too! You’ll have so many new friends.”

Riecouldn’t help but grin. Friends! She hasn’t had friends in so, so long. Other than Ma-Chan, Pii and Nya-chan of course.

Mr Tanaka continued, “ I have my car just right around the corner. Follow me!”

Rie, Ma-Chan, Pii and Nya-Chan follow behind Mr Tanaka, but they notice Makoto looks a bit apprehensive.

Makoto says, in a quiet, meek voice, “Daddy told me to stay here. He said he’s gonna be right back...”

Mr Tanaka laughs. “Makoto, you told me last time he said that he didn’t come back until dark, and he was all smelly and red, and he was acting weird. Do you want that to happen again?”

Makoto shakes his head no.

“Then let’s go! I’ll tell your dad myself.”

“Do you promise?”

Mr Tanaka holds out his pinky. “Hari senbon.”

“Ok.”

Mr Tanaka leads everyone to the mostly empty parking lot. There was one car- a boxy and dusty van with a fair amount of wear-and-tear, no doubt a well loved and well used economy purchase from years ago. Makoto gets into a child’s seat prepared in the front, and Rie and her three best friends occupied the back.

Mr Tanaka situates himself in the driver’s seat. “Everyone got their seatbelts on? My house is a bit of a while away, but I’ll make it fun!”

Mr. Tanaka starts the engine, and pulls out of the parking lot. He starts the long, long trip up a windy road. Pii-Chan was nervous and Ma-Chan started to feel sick, but Mr Tanaka was right, they had fun! They talked about everything. Makoto loved this anime he told us about, with a boy who had a magic watch that controlled monsters or something like that. He said one was a cat, like Nya-Chan, but that can was an old man. I told them all about Pii and Ma-chan and Nya-chan, but, as usual, the three wouldn’t talk to strangers, so Rie had to interpret. They all played a game of Shiritori, and Ma-Chan kept losing, as usual. Rie told Mr. Tanaka and Makoto about how her Daddy was sick, and her mom had to work all the way in Tokyo now to pay for Daddy to get better. Mr. Tanaka said that it was too bad, but Death, what he said happens after sick, but before better, might be better than better. He said sometimes death is the best. Rie asked if she could go to death too, and Mr. Tanaka told her sure, if she wants to, and, she could even skip sick. Makoto said he wants to go too and they all laughed.

They finally pulled up to a driveway of a lonely, traditional Japanese house on top of a hill, surrounded by forrest. It was surprisingly well kept, despite its size and isolation.

Rie had never seen a house so big.

Everyone gets out of the car,

“Wow! Do you live here by yourself? It’s so big!”

Mr Tanaka smiles. “Oh no, I have many many friends here with me. Here, I’ll introduce you!”

Mr. Tanaka unlocks the front door, and lets everyone inside. He promptly locks the door behind him.

“Now, let’s get you all some tea and dango, small we?”

Rie’s stomach was rumbling loudly. She couldn’t remember the last time she had dango. It must have been with Daddy, before he was even sick. Mr. Tanaka heads into the kitchen, where he pulls a pitcher of tea and a tray filled with the coveted treats.

Without wasting a moment, Rie stuffs a particularly fat, pink morsel into her mouth.

The sweet, strawberry flavored sauce that coated the dango spills out of the side of her lips, and she promptly licks it, shivering with glee. She hasn’t had anything other than rice or crackers for a long, long time. The soft, sweet, supple mochi was god-sent. Makoto whispered “itadakimasu” before biting into a soy-sauce flavored one.

Mr. Tanaka watched them indulge, smiling.

Rie asks, “You don’t want any, Mr. Tanaka?”

“I had some earlier, I’m stuffed! Eat your heart out, dear.”

After a few spears of the sugary treats, Rie was stuffed. She was starting to feel drowsy, but Mr. Tanaka reminded her about the others, and he was eager to introduce them. He told her they were in the living room.

Mr. Tanaka lead Rie, Makoto, Ma-Chan, Pii and Nya-Chan into another small room in the back. It seemed as though Makoto was getting sleepy too, no doubt due to the sudden sugar rush obstructing his usually, fairly balanced diet.

Mr. Tanaka has everyone sit on a small couch.

“Wait here, I’ll go get them.”

He opens a sliding door to reveal a room filled with children, all about Makoto and Rie’s age, except there was one baby. Everyone was sitting very still but were dressed in the nicest clothes. Some where in Yukata, while some girls were in western dresses. They smelled a little funny, But Rie didn’t mind too much- She probably smells funny too.

Makoto tried his hardest to stay awake. He kept nodding off.

“Let me introduce you. From left to right,” Mr Tanaka places hits hand on the shoulder of the tallest boy, adorned in a particularly expensive looking, dark blue yukata, pattered with embroidered chrysanthemums. “This is Kenta, he’s the oldest. 12 years!” He then motions towards the girl next to I him, a slightly chubby girl with long, straight hair, wearing a pink yukata patterned with goldfish, and a beautiful, large gold OBI with green stripes. “This is Yumi.” Next to Yumi, next in line, was a shorter girl, with pigtails, wearing an elaborate western dress. “This is Chie.” After Chie was Keiko, a girl in a light blue western dress, with a petticoat and tights. After Keiko was Masa, a small boy with big eyes, and finally Miyuki, a very frail looking girl, who wore a green dress, covered in flowers and lace.

“Why is everyone so quiet?” Makoto asked.

Rie laughed. “Maybe you just aren’t listening right! Like how you can’t hear Ma-Chan and Pii and Nya-Chan, even though they’re talking all the time. It’s a different kind of voice.”

Mr Tanaka smiled. “I knew you’d understand, Rie. Exactly. Shall we all play a game, then?

Pii spoke up.

“I dont’ feel right about this. Something is wrong. we should go home.”

Ma-Chan glared at him. “Oh Pii, you always have to ruin the fun. Everything is fine! Mr Tanaka is a nice man.”

Rie tells Mr Tanaka, “Pii wants to go home. “

Mr Tanaka smiles. “I’ll take everyone home, but lets play one game first. Just one.”

Pii agrees, but only one game.

Ma-Chan squeals in delight.

Rie asks, “What game?”

Maybe hide and seek! I’ll be the ONI (It). If I catch you, you have to take off those boring clothes. When you run out we can switch turns!

Rie never played with those rules before, but It sounded like a challenge.

It’s just, she was so, sleepy. But, there is no way she’d lose to an old man.

“Ok! Is everyone going to play?”

“Yes, yes of course. The last person to be caught will be the next ONI.”

Ok. Count to ten, and no peeking!

Mr. Tanaka closes his eyes and begins to count.

Rie thinks fast. Where can she hide?

The others don’t seem to be worried at all. I guess they play often, or Maybe Mr. Tanaka is really slow. Rie runs to the kitchen, and hides under the sink. Makoto seemed to be too sleepy- he just hid on the couch, behind the cushion.

“8... 9... 10... ready or not, here I come!”, Mr Tanaka yells.

Rie can hear the other kids whispering. She can’t see them from where she is, but she hears everyone run about. One of the boys, Kenta maybe? Enters the kitchen.

He creeps down by the sink, So Rie is tempted to tell him to go somewhere else. There was no room!

He crouches down- Rie can see his shadow- and whispers. “Get out of here, now. Mr. Tanaka is not a good man. You need to... call the police.”

“Police? What’s that? Are you tricking me?”

“Please... just dial this number. The phone is on the table, it’s close. You can do it. Just say you need help. Tell them you’ve been kidnapped.”

Rie asks him, “why doesn’t you do it?”

“It’s... it’s to late for me. Hurry!”

Rie is about to open the cabinet door when she hears Mr. Tanaka’s voice.

“Rie, Makoto~ where are you? Come on, help an old man out, will you?”

Kenta is gone.

Rie hears a scream. It’s Makoto.

“There you are!! I win Makoto. Take all of that off. Come on now, or should I do it for you? A game is a game!!”

Makoto begins to cry. “I... I can’t move!!”

Mr Tanaka laughs. “Oh? Quicker than I expected, but perfect. But don’t worry Makoto, you don’t need to move anymore.”

Rie started to realize something was very, very wrong. She begins to cry, but Pii speaks out. “Shh... you can’t let him find you. Let’s call the police, like Kenta said.”

Rie bites her lip and complies. She waits until she can no longer hear Mr. Tanaka’s footsteps. Ma-Chan says, “I’ll keep an eye out. When I say go, go!”

Ma-chan slips out first. She watches the hallway from the small space between the cabinet door and the floor.

“Wait. He’s taking Makoto somewhere. They are going downstairs. GO!”

Rie dashes to the phone. She grabs it, and dials 000, just as Kenta said.

“Hello? Emergency services, how can we help you?”

“Help, I have been kidnapped. Me and Makoto.”

“Honey, how old are you? What’s your name? Do you know where you are?”

“I’m Rie. Takaki Rie. I’m 5. I’m at Mr. Tanaka’s house. Kenta said to tell you I’ve been kidnapped, and he’s a bad bad man.”

Machan starts to panic. “He’s coming back! Hang up now!!”

Rie throws the phone down and runs back into the cabinet under the sink. Ma-Chan didn’t make it in time.

Mr Tanaka bellows. “Rie, dear, have you been a bad girl? Who are you talking to? I can hear you!”

Mr Tanaka enters the kitchen. “Come on now, just give up! I’lol take care of you. Like all of the others. Don’t you want to be with us forever?”

Rie tries to readjust herself. Her balance is a bit off with the odd position she held herself in, but, her legs won’t do what she tells them to.

Mr Tanaka notices Ma-Chan.

“Oh, look who we have here? You must know where Rie is, don’t you?”

Mr Tanaka picks Ma-Chan up.

Rie cries. “Do... Don’t touch Ma-Chan!”

Mr. Tanaka laughs. Oh, there you are dear. Don’t worry, I don’t need her anymore.”

Mr Tanaka opens the cabinet. He licks his lips, eyes glistening with a ravenous hunger.

“Now, off with the dress, yes? You know the rules. I found you.”

Rie tried to kick him. But again, her legs, they didn’t move.

“Oh good, I was worried you might be immune. Finally started to kick in, didn’t it?

Don’t worry, everything with be wonderful now.”

Rie struggles to speak. “What... what are you doing to us?”

Mr Tanaka thinks for a moment.

“ I’m saving you. I’m saving all of us. See, my friends here are special. Remember how I told you about that special place your daddy might go? I took everyone there! And now they never have to go to school, they never get hungry, they never hurt... All we do is play. Doesn’t that sound like fun?

I’ll take you and Makoto there. And then you can join all of us. We can have fun and play games here, forever. We’ll never be lonely.”

Rie wonders if it’s really that bad. She’ll never be lonely. No more being at home, alone, for days, hungry, and waiting.

She’ll have friends, forever.

Or so she thought. Which, is oddly comforting, given that she was found by the Nagano Police, four hours later, along with 7 other mummified children, all dressed like dolls. Tanaka Seiji had been collecting children for years, apparently. He had always been an awkward man, coming from a home of trauma and abuse, dehumanized from a young age. He finally felt in power, as he inserted himself into the perfectly preserved, embalmed children. Maybe that explains it, but it sure doesn’t justify it.

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