Because there's a billion creepy-ass dolls and they're all lookin' at us?

[ Majima was a little on edge, but his hyperbole was on point; he tensed, glancing quickly around as he picked up the laughter. High-pitched, childlike, and if they were in different circumstances and a very real (if miniature) knife hadn't flashed past his ear, he might have called it sweet.

Instead, he sidestepped the sudden attack. Not like that was going to help when the little bastard scuttled back behind rows of its fellows. More laughter, this time louder than before.

Pointedly, it came from more than one direction. ]

Well. Time to make some good life decisions.