[The furniture coming to life doesn't bother Ain at first. He doesn't need sleep, so the bed isn't necessary for him. If everything is going to buck him off, he's just going to do his tailoring in the shop from sunset 'til sunrise, because like... what's the floor gonna do, attack also? Yeah, didn't think so.
What Ain does not account for is the fact that the mannequins have minds of their own now, too. It's late at night and the lights in the shop are still on, and everyone else has probably gone to bed for the night. He's currently trying to sew a pocket onto this jacket, thinking maybe it'll look better with one, and then maybe he'll embroider a cute leafy pattern onto it. Then, he realises he's almost out of thread, truly an amateur mistake, and he turns around to grab more from his supplies which currently live On The Floor because his usual table has stolen away into the forest.
When he turns around, the mannequin is frozen and reaching for him, and Ain screams the most girlish, shrill shriek an adult man with a baritone voice can manage.
Ffffffuck that. He sighs and wallops the head off of the mannequin thinking that, hey, things without heads can't move. And, indeed, the arms go slack, and he sighs and gets back to work. Sure, fine, whatever, back to work. It's when Ain accidentally sticks the mannequin with a sewing needle while moving onto the embroidery portion of his project that the thing suddenly lurches forward, grabs him around the neck, and throws him out his own window. There's the startling sound of glass breaking, Ain yelling for the second time, and the horrifying sight of a mannequin with no head crawling out of the window at him. Fret not because the other ones are after him too now and Ain is suddenly having a horrible 1am.
Logic is out the window along with him. He is a slave to the anxiety rocks in his pocket which are screaming RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE even though Ain has, historically, faced worse things than walking mannequins that freeze when they're looked at. He is booking it, in fact, and the first person he spots (or who lets him into their room, whichever) while he's being chased by angry mannequins gets the whiniest, most desperate, tear-filled stare—]
Please help me they're gonna kill me!!!
[The half-dressed mannequins behind him only freeze when your eyes are on them. One of them has scissors in its hand.
Oh boy.]
ii. "a" is for "anxiety"
[Everything in Ain's life has forsaken him. He has no furniture. His owldog is off digging a hole somewhere and abandoning him to his misery. He can't even work in his shop because the mannequins want him to die. In times like this, what does a man do?
Well, he goes to the giant hydrangea bushes outside the shop, finds the biggest one he can...
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ii. "a" is for "anxiety"
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