Cosplaying as Dazai, but My Favorite Is Sigma

After crossing over in cosplay, I lost my original name. I didn't forget it (emphasis added), I just can't say it anymore.

"What's your name?"

"□□□... All right, perhaps you can call me □□?"

"What?"

"Fyodor."

And that's how it happened. After crossing over in cosplay, all I had left was a name that wasn't even mine. Fedya, can you hear me? Fedya? I'm not some conspiracy or clone, nor was I created by a book. I'm on a higher dimension than books, right?

Sorry, Fedya, I forgot you can't hear me. It's all your fault for having such a brilliant mind. After I crossed over in cosplay, I inherited it too. Our simulated conversations feel so real that I can barely tell them apart. Oh my, that makes me sound like some tragic patient driven mad by the cruelty of reality, always thinking about something or other, maybe something completely outlandish? How pitiful. I'm so pitiful, reality is about to drive me insane. Haha, of course that's a lie. I just think a little too much.

"I'm really talking to you now. Please pay attention to me."

"Suppose you hadn't come by after destroying three of my bases, right when I'd finally gotten a chance to rest."

"Haha, sorry. Oh, I mean, forgive me. I thought you wouldn't mind. As far as I can tell, it hasn't caused you much trouble."

"Then how do you intend to make it up to me?"

"Well, of course, " I spread my arms and hugged him, grinning sweetly. Fedya raised his eyelids. Like twins, the two of us embraced, though, of course, it was entirely one-sided.

"Not at all! Fedya, are you happy?" Fyodor's expression betrayed his irritation. He was almost kicking me, but of course, he wouldn't. I know that. Fedya is very polite, even if he constantly radiates the arrogance of a god looking down on all living things. Honestly, I especially like him that way. I held him close, my nose brushing the white fur on Fyodor's hat. Like a cat addict, I nuzzled into it and begged, "After all, I'm much more important than all those things, right? Are you going to be mad at me, Fedya?"

"Come in. What do you want?"

Theme: I need to eat. Why is there so little food for Fyodor?