Your OC is being stalked by the one above :^0

"One, two, three'o'clock, four'o'clock-"
WHACK!!
"-rock."

Smiley watched the rock hastily roll down the sidewalk, holding his sledgehammer against his shoulder like a golf club. He always loved music from the 50's. Always so cheerful an energetic, and every picture back then showed such bright smiles. If only he had been born at that time, then he'd be surrounded by happiness. But it was okay. He didn't mind showing people how to smile. These songs usually help, too. At least, they always cheer him up.
He hopped from one leg to another, his good mood like water boiling over in its pot. And as he approached another rock, he twirled his hammer downwards and prepared to strike at the stone like another golf ball.

"Five, six, seven'o'clock, eight'o'clock- Oh."

Before he could strike, he heard the faintest sound of another set of foot steps behind him. Smiley turned around, the figure quickly shooting to the safety behind a wall. Unfortunately, Smiley could see their heat from even behind his mask.
"Oh? :) A follower? :) Did you hear my singing? Is that why you're following me? :)" he mused while slowly approaching the source of the heat. Fingers slowly curled around the corner of the wall as he peeked over to the young man. He was partially relieved it wasn't another one of those people pretending to be like him, wasting such good paper bags. Although he wasn't sure just how relieved he should have felt, seeing that expression. Eyes that were wide yet not scared, more... feral. And a thin frown that showed only a void of emotion. "What a stern frown. :) That simply won't do. :) You can follow me around if you'd like, but you need to s m i l e. :)" He tilted his head slightly at the earbuds. "Let's start with happier music. :)"

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Walking through barren streets well past midnight wasn't smart in the slightest, it was what every parent warned their children not to do, lest little kiddies mysteriously vanish one day. It was especially dangerous for Mayu, his status and his importance to the head of the Yakuza was monumental--protection was always provided for the blonde, suited men surrounding him in a barrier against any and all threats. Spoiled rotten and practically invincible for his entire life, Mayu wouldn't know that it was his over-sized pride and ego that would one day be his downfall, if he wasn't careful.

Sneaking out of the house that protected him from outside dangers was a bit of a task, with the ever vigilant eyes of bodyguards and the omnipresence of his personal bodyguard and lover, Ashur, Mayu had to meticulously map out his escape. He had a nightclub waiting for him, after all~ It was temporary, earthly fun, but he still enjoyed the compact dance-floor and the boisterous encouragement as Mayu downed shot after shot of alcohol, even though he was still underage. Of course, he never partook in the physical intimacy of club-goers; after all, he had a Mutt waiting for him at home~

Adrenaline still pumping through Mayu's veins from the thrill of deafening music and the tipsiness of his psyche and vision thanks to the alcohol that he had consumed that night, the boy had decided to walk back to the safety of his home. It's no big deal, he had thought to himself, he walked home from the club all the time. Maybe the alcohol working its magic on him was why he didn't notice the footsteps that echoed behind his own. Even though he was a little tipsy, the B-Boy was still self-conscious, his gut instincts telling him that something was off; the uneasiness of his surroundings sounding off alarm bells in his mentality. He stopped abruptly in his steps, brows furrowing as he strained his ears to listen intently. There, the 'tap' of another foot against the concrete ground. What the hell? Who was it? A bodyguard? No, it couldn't have been just one bodyguard that was just silently following him. Was it Ashur? ...Again, no, because the Mutt would have said something. Maybe called him a demeaning name that had the hidden edge of affection that Mayu found both endearing and annoying. Or maybe it was a certain Old Man that he hated with his entire being? Mayu inwardly groaned, if he had to deal with that bastard again, it would be way too soon... Then, it was most likely an admirer from the club, there was no possible other option, but that notion actually brought an amused and smug smirk on his face.

"I know that you're there, you're really bad at trying to hide your presence~" Mayu spoke finally, his tone of voice as confident and cocky as ever. "I'm flattered and everything that you found me so good-looking that you tried to follow me home, but you know, it's just really creepy~ Maybe you should head on back home before you get... Yourself... Hurt..." His sentence and overall invincible demeanor stumbled as he turned around to face his, "admirer". His stalker was not what Mayu was expecting, considering that there stood a tall man, a paper bag over his head with an ever-present smile etched onto the paper. His blood turned cold in his veins as he gawked at the stranger, his lean muscles tensing like a coil ready to spring as if he was prepared to fight or run away. "What the hell...?" Mayu spoke, more to himself than anyone else as his stare was unwavering upon the other. "T-Tch, who the hell are you and why are you following me?" He tried to sound tough, but with those unblinking eyes and that permanent smile burning holes into him, he knew that the guy was just standing and staring at him. Great, the first time he forgot to bring a weapon, a weirdo was trying to follow him home...

Leslie is having a panic attack. One of his biggest fears just became reality: Being stalked by someone, or even better, something. He didn't realized how he was found anyway, since he didn't left the house, and the one time he did, this happened. But he knew what was happening. Leslie was always too carefull to his surroundings, and he knew when something was off.

He quickly began to run. He wasn't actually curious to know why he was being followed. He just knew he had to run for his life. At his place, he was desperate calling for Enzo. Looking for help, or to just run before he faced his stalker again. After all, Leslie did his homework on knowing what Signal was. He knew that if Signal was after him, it probably didn't meant anything good. "I need to leave everything right now and go" he kept saying to himself. But leaving the house was one of the biggest challenges for him. 

((sorry about my weird english. Not my first language ): ))

"Hey~! Stop hiding and come out already~!", the boy giggled, putting his shopping bags on the ground, since he already had a feeling that this unexpected meeting would take some time and the bags full of clothes of all possible and impossible shades of pink were quite heavy. "You aren't good at what you are doing, you know~? Your breath is too heavy and you are being too loud and-" As Rei wanted to continue criticising his follower actions, he finally noticed the person who was following him this whole time, "Why hello there, mr. I-don't-know-how-to-stalk-people-but-i-will-do-it-anyway!" The blonde boy giggled as if he said something very funny, he was blabbering about stalkers these days and how terrible they have become while he was slowly approaching the scared boy who still was trying to pretend like nothing had happened and he wasn't involved in this matter at all. "Now, what shall we do to you~?" Rei was really close to Leslie already, even too close as one could say, but that wasn't enough for him. Rei came even closer making Leslie feeling even more discomforted and anxious as he was before. "You know~" Rei whispered to Leslie while poking the boy's cheecks,"You are quite in my taste~! I wish we met in...another circumstances...and it was a knife and not just my finger, so i could cut your throat open and have some fun while listening to your lasts breathes~...BUT!" Rei suddenly screamed right in the blue-haired boy's ear, "We should treasure what he have at the moment right~?" Rei moved away from the scared boy, a wide grin on his face and a phone in his hand,"Well, you entertained me, dear~! I'm not being stalked every day, after all~! I hope we don't meet ever again, because i won't let you go unscratched next time, cute boy~!" Rei turned away from Leslie and went for his shopping bags while making a call to somebody. After picking up the bags and finishing making a call, Rei turned to Leslie one final time and showed him a peace sign before completely diappearing behind the park trees.

omg sorry for all the mistakes and my dumb way of describing things xD something has happened to my eye and it hella hurts now, but i already claimed a post, so here we go xD 

I hope you all have a lovely day~! <333

"Hm?." Dante raised a brow and ceased his smoke. He could've sworn to have heard a faint tap in the distance, possibly indicating that he was being followed. Rather than panicking, Dante's lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Hey, don't you think it's about time to show your face already? There's no use in trying to hide from me, I know you're there." He was expecting to see a suspicious man to come out from the shadows, but instead a rather short, innocent-looking boy revealed themselves. This had caused Dante to cough in surprise, because this was definitely something new to him. He narrowed his eyes in order to get a better view, and it was not a very pleasant sight. The blonde boy appeared to be giggling with a wide smile. At this moment, Dante knew that he wasn't just some normal 'kid' who got lost on their way somewhere. Even by looking at their eyes alone, he could see the sadistic and insane nature. He raised his hand towards his cigarette, threw it against the ground, and stepped on it. "Let me guess, you wanna make a contract?"

Phuey keeps looking behind himself and all around. Is he just being paranoid again? He always feels like someone's out to get him, but now it's even more real somehow. He stops walking and chokes out a weak "Is someone there?" No response. Maybe it's an animal following him, a friendly cat? Cats do like to sneak around. But there is that chance its someone else, some huge beast of a person- maybe not even a person, following him, looking for god knows what. Phuey's rose head closes with fear and he starts running toward his destination. Even if something or someone isnt following him he would like to get somewhere safe quicker to ease his mind.

Abby keeps stopping in her tracks. She can feel a taller figure behind her. The little girl turns around and screams, running towards the nearest building

Kids. Kids were not a thing that Koro dealt with, ever. Nope, no kids for this boy. Nonetheless, a very innocent looking young girl followed him as he carried a bag from the local convenience store back to his house. At first, he ignored it. Her school was close by, or her house or something. Hell, maybe they lived in the same apartment building. To test the waters, Koro took a turn away from his building, and sure enough, the girl followed without hesitation.

"Look, kid," Koro snapped, whipping around and hoping the mask would do enough to freak her out. "Are you lost or something? Because really, I'm not a police officer or a trusted guardian and I can't help you back to your house." No response. He pulled a bag of pretzels out of his shopping bag and threw it at her feet. "There, were you hungry? Now you can leave me alone." Nothing. Just a sheepish, giddy grin.

She had to have known it was dangerous. He never took any direct roads and always took roundabout ways were barely anyone was around. The poor kid -- the kid -- could have been kidnapped or killed, and honestly Koro wasn't going to be the one to stop that. They stared at each other for some time, neither saying anything; one of them was contemplating, the other one infatuated.

Koro slipped around the girl in a flash, unprovoked, and made a running start back from the way he came. He wasn't in shape, Christ no, but he sure could outrun what was basically a toddler. An annoying toddler at that.

Father Priest heaved the twenty pound bag of cat food over his shoulder as he made his way down the sidewalk. Even with the sun setting was it blazing hot. He let out a quiet sigh and wiped some sweat from his forehead. People often asked him why he wore such heavy garbs in the midst of summer, but he never bothered wasting his breath talking to sinners. At least this was the hottest he'd get instead of the fiery pits of Hell like they'd go to.
And speaking of sinner...
"Aye, I know of ye, heathen!" he yelled out over his shoulder. "I can sense ye sins! Come out!" He saw an elderly man around his age, maybe older, step into view, a stoic look on his face. Father Priest pursed his lips and jut his chin up as he observed the stranger. "And? What've ye got to say for yourself, laddie?" The man said something about investigating something out of the ordinary, getting a snort from the priest. "Oh aye, there's something unordinary going on here! What's unordinary is the amount of HEATHENS LITTERING THIS TOWN! And you're one of them, I can tell! Ye have the look of guilt and shame plastered all over ye face! I've no desire to talk with ye- Away!" Without giving Cedric another chance to talk, Father Priest turned around and stormed off, grumbling to himself about the nerve of people these days.

Roswell's heart pounded it his head. His troath felt uncomfortably dry. Roswell was scared of two things: spiders and the damnation of his mortal soul.
Roswell shot into a hallway, climbed over a fence, maneuvered himself through the busy main street, but the feeling, the fear of somebody following him remined. He couldn't see his persuer. He could only feel their jugemental gaze, pinned on his back as an hawke that found its prey.
When Roswell walked into an dead-end street, he knew he had to face it. His fears, his stalker, his sins.
Ros stalker manifested himself from the crowd. And older man like Roswell himself, maybe slightly younger. But there was no smile on their lips and there was only bitterness in their eye.
"Listen' cairde," Roswell started. But the priest, the man of holyness and pureness eyes twitched. A bloodhound that finaly found its mark. His sinfull mark. Roswell wondered for a few seconds of his corrupted soul had a certain stentch to it, for the priest to follow. Whatever god may be out there, Roswell tought. May they have mercy on his reprehensible soul

Loran knew his way around the city. I mean, all the other personalities did, but he knew it like the back of his hand; the hideaways, the nooks, the crannies, and most importantly, the shortcuts. As Loran marched down one of these so called shortcuts, he heard the faintest of footsteps, only slightly out of line with his. He stops, both him and the other personalities minds racing at a million miles an hour.

He started to walk faster, before breaking into a sprint. His muddled mind started to confuse places, and enough wrong turns soon ended up with him facing a dead end wall, a stank place filled with trash. He turned to face his stalker.

Of course, it had to be a buff guy who was taller and looked like he could have Loran for lunch, skin and all. Loran put on a brave facade. "Look, ya creepy stalker. Do you wanna get those muscles beat off you? Cuz if you don't turn heads and go, that's what this gonna be."

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(Note for person below: You can use any personality for the stalker of your oc.)