3 So... stalkers are a thing

'Japan is… ugly,' I thought to myself as dad continued to walk forward with me on his shoulders. 'Maybe my expectation for Japan were to high? Or is it only ugly in this parallel version of Earth?'

The city itself was disgusting to say the least. It looked more like the Favelas of Brazil than what a first world country should look like. Houses were piled on houses, and crooked buildings made out of cheap materials covered the streets. Everything was dirty, and scraps of former houses were left everywhere, as though they were to lazy to clean them up after they were destroyed or collapsed. Maybe it was in part because of the bad weather currently, but everything looked so grim and gloomy.

I was finally over one year old, so mom and dad decided to take me out. I was starting to get a bit claustrophobic inside the small apartment, especially because I began crawling already, but looking at this city I can more or less understand why they didn't bring me sightseeing before. There weren't any sights particularly compelling to see.

All this however brought me an even bigger problem, was the whole world like this, or only here? Was I in some kind of dystopian world, or was I just poor and living in a bad part of town? Each had of course it's own inherent problems, especially because there are supposed to be devils here. Was it like some type of classist society with the devils at the top? Or maybe something similar to 'The Promised Neverland'… God I hope it's neither of those options, they both suck on so many levels.

Still, now that I am finally outside I might as well start seeing if there is any information for me to gather, maybe a clue as to who the big boss of this world is…

From the corner of my eye I caught a flash of yellow that sent a shiver down my spine.

'No fucking way…' I cursed internally, recognizing that the flash of yellow belonged to someone with blonde hair, and I only knew one person - maybe devil - with blonde hair. 'Why is she here?! How did she even know we were here in the first place?!'

For her, it clearly wasn't enough to show up nearly every night in my room, now she also showed up for my first time going out. God she was creepy. And speaking of creepy, I still hadn't said my first words. I'm pretty sure I can at least say dad or mom, but whenever I try to I feel a shiver through my back and by now I am pretty sure it is her that doesn't want me to say anything. Following yandere logic, which is nearly nonexistent, I would assume that she wants me to say her name as my first words, or something along those lines, yet she hasn't told me what, so I am stuck at making my parents worried about why their child doesn't even try to speak.

And so I resigned myself to ignoring the feeling of dread she brought me, just as I resigned myself to not being able to speak for a while. Ugh, I never thought I'd say this but I wanna see Parallel devil for something other than punching him in the face or asking him why he hasn't showed up yet. Thinking about it carefully, I guess he never did say he would live in my eye right away… damn, the devil really is in the details huh?

As we continued to walk, we came across many homeless people, as well as many small stores, distributed unequally throughout the streets and filled with some of the most random merchandise I have ever seen. I tried to focus on the tiniest of details, things like the rats that ran down the streets or the damaged light posts, in hopes of getting my mind away from the yellow blonde of hair I caught sight of every so often.

Clearly neither mom nor dad had noticed anything wrong beyond the fact that I didn't like the city, and to be honest I felt both grateful and saddened. I knew that I shouldn't be troubling them, that if she was in fact a devil then there was probably nothing these two could do, and even if there was then it would most likely cost money we don't have, but deep down a part of me wanted for them to rescue me, wanted for them to turn around, see the sociopath that is stalking me, and kick her ass. Maybe it was part of being a child? You have an inherent reliance on your parents to the point where you believe they can do just about anything.

The thing with the lunatic following us is that to deal with her, the most logical and simple way would be to kill her. It would also be the most effective way as well.

People like her don't just give up, if you put them in jail then they will go crazier, and when they come out, do you think they will care about some restraining order? Yeah, sorry but I have no plans of being kidnapped by a yandere who thinks I betrayed her. And all of this is if she is a human, if she is one of the devils Parallel mentioned… yeah, in that case I'm not sure I would even be able to kill her.

"Are you enjoying the sights?" asked dad, looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

I wasn't sure how to reply. On one hand I didn't want to tell them I didn't like this place, since they were making time to take me out in the first place and I don't want to be ungrateful. On the other hand, I'm not really into lying, and I really don't like this place. So I settled for shrugging my shoulders.

"Yeah… it's not the prettiest place, but it is home…" he muttered, nostalgia clear on his tone.

I was curious about their lives, I wanted to know what they did before they had me, where they work at, what their dreams are or were.

I… wanted to talk to them.