Skinwalker bonten

They're both pervy, evil and Yakuza bosses

BONTEN: THE WRONG ONES

Tokyo Revengers | Psychological Horror | Supernatural AU

Pairing: Bonten x (poly relationship) Setting: A quiet evening at the Bonten residence.

The evening had been rather ordinary.

Rain tapped against the enormous windows of the Bonten penthouse, the television played quietly in the background, and the eight men who practically shared their entire lives with you were gathered in the living room.

Mikey sat on the sofa, his head resting against your lap. Sanzu was practically draped over your other side, occasionally stealing your attention just to annoy Mikey. Kokonoi was scrolling through his phone, while Takeomi complained about the price of something he'd recently purchased.

Kakucho was preparing tea. Mochi was eating something from the kitchen, and the Haitani brothers were arguing over the television remote.

Everything was normal.

Until the doorbell rang.

Nobody moved.

Then it rang again.

Kakucho: "I'll get it."

He stood, but before he could take more than two steps, something made him stop.

A knock.

Three slow, deliberate knocks.

Then a voice.

Mikey: "?"

Your head lifted.

That was Mikey's voice.

Except Mikey was currently lying across your lap.

You looked down.

He looked up at you, his expression mildly irritated.

Mikey: "Hm? What's wrong?"

Another knock.

Voice outside: ". Open the door."

Sanzu slowly lifted his head.

Sanzu: "Who's that supposed to be?"

Takeomi: "Probably someone at the wrong apartment."

Kokonoi: "At this hour?"

Then came another voice.

Voice outside: "It's me. Open up."

It was Sanzu.

You looked at the pink-haired man beside you.

His smile disappeared.

Sanzu: "...That's fucking weird."

Kakucho approached the door cautiously and looked through the peephole.

His entire body went rigid.

Kakucho: "Everyone."

Nobody answered.

Kakucho: "Don't open that door."

9:47 PM | Outside the penthouse

There they stood.

Mikey. Sanzu. Kokonoi. Takeomi. Kakucho. Mochi. Ran and Rindou.

All eight of them.

Standing shoulder to shoulder in the hallway.

Except something was terribly wrong.

Mikey's eyes were too long. Not merely elongated, but stretched toward his temples, giving his face an expression that was almost permanently amused. His mouth was slightly too wide, and his teeth looked like little white tiles arranged in an unnaturally perfect row.

Sanzu's smile extended almost to his ears. His eyelids barely moved, and his fingers were much too long.

Kokonoi's face looked almost correct until he tilted his head. His eyes seemed to follow independently, and his teeth were so large that his lips couldn't quite cover them.

Takeomi's neck was unnaturally thin.

Kakucho's scar was on the wrong side of his face.

Mochi's jaw looked as though it had been pushed forward.

Ran and Rindou were almost indistinguishable from their real counterparts, except their eyes were positioned slightly too high, and their smiles were identical.

They weren't wearing costumes.

They weren't wearing masks.

They looked like someone had attempted to recreate the eight men from memory.

And gotten the details horribly, horribly wrong.

9:49 PM | Inside

Ran: "Well, that's unfortunate."

The real Ran had stopped smiling.

Rindou: "That's not funny."

Sanzu: "WHY THE FUCK IS THERE ANOTHER ME?"

Mikey: "..."

The real Mikey slowly sat upright.

He looked toward the door.

Then at you.

Mikey: "Don't move away from me."

Outside, the other Mikey leaned toward the peephole.

His elongated eyes blinked one after another.

Other Mikey: "?"

A pause.

Other Mikey: "I know you're in there."

He knocked again.

Harder.

Other Sanzu: "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

The real Sanzu's expression changed.

Sanzu: "Oh, so this ugly bastard thinks he can use my voice?"

Koko: "Shut up."

Sanzu: "Don't tell me to shut up!"

Koko: "Both of you shut up!"

Then the other Mikey spoke again.

This time, his voice was softer.

Almost affectionate.

Other Mikey: "Baby?"

Your stomach dropped.

The real Mikey went completely still.

Because he knew that tone.

He used it when he wanted your attention. When he was sleepy. When he wanted you to come sit beside him.

And now something wearing his face was using it.

Other Mikey: "Come on. It's cold out here."

He pressed his palm against the door.

Other Mikey: "Your Mikey's here."

The real Mikey looked almost offended.

Mikey: "I'm right here."

Other Mikey: "No, you're not."

Silence.

Other Mikey: "You're inside with those things."

Kakucho backed away from the door.

Kakucho: "How does it know?"

Takeomi: "Nobody answer it."

Other Kokonoi: "Koko?"

The real Kokonoi slowly lowered his phone.

Other Kokonoi: "You're going to let them keep you?"

Koko: "..."

Other Kokonoi: "They don't even know how you take your coffee."

Kokonoi's expression tightened.

Koko: "I hate this."

Then came a new sound.

A soft scraping.

Something was dragging its fingernails down the outside of the door.

Other Ran: "Sweetheart?"

The real Ran looked at the ceiling.

Ran: "Absolutely not."

Other Rindou: "We know you're in there."

Other Mochi: "We brought dinner."

Other Takeomi: "Open the door. Now."

Then, suddenly, every voice stopped.

The hallway became silent.

The real Mikey reached for your hand.

Mikey: "Listen to me."

He leaned closer.

Mikey: "Whatever happens, don't open that door."

A few seconds passed.

Then the other Mikey began laughing.

It sounded almost exactly like the real one.

Almost.

Other Mikey: "That's funny."

A pause.

Other Mikey: "You always open the door for me."

His palm slid down the wood.

Other Mikey: "Why aren't you opening it this time?"

And then, from directly behind you, came another voice.

Mikey: "?"

You froze.

The real Mikey was still holding your hand.

The voice had come from the hallway behind the living room.

Other Mikey, from outside: "Don't listen to him."

The real Mikey's grip tightened.

Mikey: "...There isn't supposed to be another entrance."

And for the first time that evening, nobody in Bonten had anything to say.