Woah the blog looks a bit sad… Especially since Christmas came and went and this blog went unattended.
Well, since Chaos is away (and I actually just came back) I’ll take care of the blog. Here’s a Christmas tale for you all!
Courtesy of 85centimeters (THANK YOU VERY MUCH!)
<At the beginning I can imagine a little girl in her pajamas sitting on her bed. The room was bright and cozy; snow could be seen falling outside the window (it is nighttime). When she grew older she wanted to be a ventriloquist, her daddy was always making her laugh with his performances and she wanted to be just like him.>
He was sitting in a chair with his doll and giving a little performance before he tucked her away to bed (Kind of like reading a story to a child before you put them off to bed)~
“So what do you want for Christmas this year young lady?” Her dad inquired in a falsetto voice. He skillfully operated his Dolls mouth to mimic his voice.
The girl smiled at her Dads performance. She was holding her own Doll in her hands.
“I dont want anything for Christmas Mister” she replied with puckered lips as she directed her own doll. “All I want for Christmas is to be a great ventriloquist like my Daddy!”
“Hmm? Is that so little lady?” Her Dad asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“Yep!” The girl exclaimed. “I don’t want toys or candy or any of that other stuff!”
Her dad smiled and laughed in his normal voice.
“Well then, I guess Ill have to make sure to teach you well then little girl!”
“You’re going to teach me!? You promise dad?”
“Now, why would I lie?” He grinned widely, manipulating his doll to grin alongside with him.
They both laughed out loud
The scene fades away slowly, from the bright and warm laughing faces, another scene sets in.
0:42; The snowy landscape that we saw outside the window sets in It was no longer snowing though. The darkness of the night had settled in fully and fierce winds carried sheets of fine snow particle through the air as it howled. The girl suddenly comes running into view through the snow. Tears were streaming down her face and she shivered from the cold as she ran. The only thing she was carrying was her doll, which she grasped dearly.
Something had happened her dad was no longer with her anymore; he was dead. Murdered. No longer would he make her laugh with his performances.
All alone now, the girl trudged in solitude through the heavy snow. She gripped her doll tightly. Loneliness gripped her heart as the seemingly endless hours passed. She talked to her doll constantly about how lonely she was… about how painful it hurt. The doll would listen, but it would never talk back unless the girl made it. This only made her cry more. She wanted someone to talk to her; she wanted someone to answer her. The cold was eating away at her, from the inside and the out. She shivered as she walked aimlessly through the unforgiving land. The bright blue moon peered out from behind the clouds, laying silent witness to her suffering. The black clouds overhead drifted quickly, hiding the moon from view once again.
The biting cold had already claimed all feeling in her hands and feet. She couldn’t feel her face anymore and her teeth chattered as her body futilely tried to keep warm.
“I-Its so cold out here isn’t it?” She asked her doll. The doll stared back vacantly. It did not answer. The girl raised the doll to her numb face. “P-please answer me.” She wailed. “Talk to me!” But the doll could not talk back; it simply stared back into the girls tear stricken face. As the hours drew on, even the tears on the girls face begun to freeze.
The cold was too much. It brought her numb body down to her knees.
2:43; “H-He promised though” she murmured through frozen lips. She closed her eyes weakly, gripping her doll with frozen fingers. She fell down into the snow.
“Dad” Her voice was nothing but a whisper in the wind.
She finally succumbed to the freezing cold. Her body stopped shivering.
The girl was dead.
Her suffering had finally ended. But why? Why did she have to go through all of this in the first place?
A tear streaked down the dolls face, which was still wrapped tightly in the girls embrace. It was helpless to do anything but watch
3:09; The scene fades away again; the girls room sets back into place. The room was so warm and cozy The girl was smiling and laughing as she held the doll in her hands. The doll wasn’t able to show it, but it was also smiling inside. Her dad was motioning with his doll as he spoke with his silly accent. The girl was speaking back as she directed her own doll. They both smiled and laughed. How did this wonderland become wrenched out of existence? And why?
3:43; Suddenly the area around the girls body began glowing. The doll slowly floated out of the girls frozen arms. It floated into the air, stopping in the air before spreading its limbs out… It made a rattling sound as its body shook violently. The teeth in its mouth chattered as its mouth opened and shuddered. Its limbs writhed erratically as its gaping mouth screamed out silently Overhead the moon had emerged from the clouds. It continued to watch, bearing silent witness to the birth of the doll. The dolls lifeless eyes rolled back into its socket as the head fell forward.
4:16; The doll burst into life snapping its head back into the air, its eyes became animate as it fleshed out and settled back down onto the floor. The doll looked down upon its deceased owner. She had listened to her suffering unable to do anything at all. But now she could act. She vowed revenge upon the murderers. They would die.
And so Medicine Melancholy was born~
Merry (late) Christmas to everyone! Thank you for everything, and Chaos, really, stop thanking me, you are the one that I should thank, you and everyone out there.
Enjoy the story, and don’t forget to thank 85centimeters, the Poltergeist’s (unofficial) story writer. Don’t hesitate to comment! This blog NEEDS your comments! It’s a bit dead…
(Yes I know, I have to continue the Emiya Express stories, as soon as I can, really!)
I guess this is the best way to keep the blog as lively as possible, although it’s a day late here’s 85centimeters’ story based on the above piano arrange of Remilia.
<The mood of this song is pretty depressing. Feels like a gloomy, rainy day at the Scarlet Devil Mansion… I think I’m going to play this off of my last story>
The beginning scenario depicts Remilia standing alone in her room. Since it was raining and cloudy out, her curtains were opened, which was a rarity. Remilia was staring out of her window silently…~
It had been a couple days since Remilia had left that forsaken hallway. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about it… It had been hundreds of years since Remilia last saw Flandre… When Flandre was locked away, at first Remilia could hardly accept it. But now, after hundreds of years she had learned how to deal with it-
Forget all about it. Act like it never happened. Move on. There was nothing she could do about it… so why bother?…
Remilia had repressed it all entirely from her conscience and completely forgotten about her sister. As a result though, she had unknowingly formed a shell around herself. No-one ever got close to her again. It was all fine though since she was the widely feared and prestigious “Scarlet Devil”. . After all, she was far too powerful to possibly stoop herself to the level of petty little, emotions…But Remilia was really just playing with her own mind… that fearsome title was nothing but an excuse… an excuse for her loneliness, an excuse for her isolation.
Remilia was deeply pondering to herself when she was interrupted- she saw a reflection in the window she was staring through.
Sakuya had silently appeared in the doorway carrying a silver platter.
“Your tea, my lady.” Sakuya soundlessly put the platter down on the stand next to Remilia’s bed. Sakuya began to leave but stopped short just outside of the doorway.
“Is there anything else you need my lady?…” Remilia could hear the concern in Sakuya’s voice. Sakuya had noticed how Remilia was increasingly quiet as of late. Remilia usually made little quirks and teasing remarks, but lately she hadn’t been talking at all…
“That would be all Sakuya.”
Sakuya hesitated for a moment as if searching for something to say. But she couldn’t find any words …
Sakuya closed the door behind her leaving Remilia to herself.
1:49; Remilia let her breath go. She hadn’t even noticed she was holding it in the first place. She closed her eyes. She had been thinking too much lately… She took a deep breath and relaxed for a moment. In her mind a memory began forming again. Instead of resisting as usual she let it take hold…
2:19; Remilia opened her eyes to find herself in Flandre’s playroom again. It wasn’t the haunting, evil room that she had set foot in a couple days ago… It was the brightly colored room that Remilia, up until now, had locked away in her mind. Flandre was sitting at the little play table and motioning with her doll. Remilia was doing the same with her own doll.
“Sis’ I’m tired of playing with dolls…” Flandre groaned. She put down her little mimic doll.
“Why don’t we play hide and go seek again?!”
Flandre smiled that smile again, that same smile that Remilia loved so dearly. Her little fangs protruded from her mouth and Remilia just wanted to pinch those adorable little cheeks.
“How can I say no to that face?” Remilia inquired, smiling back.
“Yay!” Remilia was quickly rewarded with a even lovelier smile…
“You hide this time Sis’, when I hide you always find me so fast.”
Remilia frowned. Flandre was notorious for cheating… She was probably going to cheat again… “” Fine, but you better not peek this time.””
Flandre nodded eagerly and turned around to face the wall. 3:18; She began counting slowly. Remilia looked around scanning her surroundings. She saw a spot that met her conditions in a corner that was covered by stuffed animals. She quickly ran over and ducked in.
“18…19…20!” Flandre turned around and smiled….then she immediately started running towards Remilia’s hiding spot.
“Cheater!” Remilia yelled before bursting from her hiding spot and running to avoid Flandres outstretched arms. Stuffed animals flew into the air from the act. Flandre laughed as she chased Remilia around the room.
Flandre chased Remilia around the room a couple times smiling that stupid, little grin. Remilia ran awkwardly away from her little sister. Remilia’s face beamed red as she ran.
“Cheater! Cheater! Cheater! Che- Aahh!”
Remilia tripped over a stuffed animal as she was running and landed smack-dab on her face. Flandre ran over grinning and kneeled down. She poked Remilia in the back.
“Gotcha ” Flandre grinned devilishly.
Remilia turned her beet red face towards Flandre. “Your such a freaking cheater Flan…” They both laughed.
4:55; Remilia opened her eyes again, her heart pumping. But all there was to see was her own reflection in her window… Remilia closed her eyes, her lips quivering.
The rain pattered against the glass as she slowly began crying to herself…
No… The Poltergeist Mansion has not become “Emiya’s House of Fanfics”, I just thought it was a good way to keep it more lively
So, I’m sure some of you guys know about 85centimeters on youtube, for those of you who don’t know him he’s a regular follower of the poltergeist’s channels, and since he’s such a nice guy he likes to express his feelings that he gets from songs in certain “stories” that he takes his own free time to write out and some times has posted them in comments.
These stories are extremely nice to read while following the rhythm of the song that is supposed to be connected to the story, on an emotional level.
Well, rant aside, my point is that I find these stories pretty nice to read, and since reading them in Youtube comments can be pretty annoying we decided to use this (partially deserted) blog to put up these stories; I’ll mention it in the video descriptions, and a link to the post containing the story and the song will be provided.
Let’s all give 85centimeters our thanks, all credit for this story goes to him. Cue the story, Emiya.
One day Remilia was wandering aimlessly through the mansion. The mansion was expanseless as a result of Sakuya’s abilities, so it wasn’t hard to find new halls that never seemed to have existed before. That day, Remilia happened upon a forgotten hall, an ancient hall~
Remilia pondered to herself as she walked through the hall. It was oddly normal sized so it had never been affected by Sakuya’s manipulation… Remilia wondered what it contained. The air of the hall was extremely musty and thick, as if no-one had disturbed it for centuries… The hall was very mysterious it intrigued Remilia. Remilia had little else to do so she went in to investigate. Remilia went to open the door to the closest room. The rusty doorknob creaked and the door groaned as it swung on its hinges 0:42; She walked inside and her eyes widened from what she saw. An ancient memory stirred in Remilias mind. She remembered sleeping in this room comforting Flandre one night during a thunderstorm…
It was Flandres old room.
0:55; Remilia quickly stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her. She was breathing heavily. She clutched at her throbbing head. Sweat traced her forehead as she leaned against the door. From behind her hand one could see her eyes flaring a bright red. 1:16; She wanted to leave but for some reason she had the urge to continue… Remilia regained her composure and slowly began walking down the hall again. Memories lingered and seemed to leak from every corner of the hall The time of this place felt distorted, frozen as if the past had come and claimed the place as its own. The floorboards creaked as Remilia continued on.
Remilia opened the next door, her bright eyes piercing the darkness of the room. It was Flandres playroom. Dusty, broken toys lay everywhere. Remilia looked at the closest table and saw two dolls. It was a little mimic doll of Flandre and Remilia 1:57; Another memory immediately attacked Remilias mind. She stumbled backwards as the memory gripped her mind.
2:10; The scenario changes. It was the same room except hundreds of years ago. It was no longer a dark, dank place. It was a bright, cheery room, filled with shelves crammed full of colorful toys. Flandre was sitting at one of the little play tables. Flandre was playing happily by herself when Remilia walked into the room. Then a huge smile came onto her face. Her little fangs showed when she grinned like that Remilia loved it when Flandre smiled like that.
“Cmon Sis!” Flandre was holding the Flandre doll in one hand and thrusting the Remilia doll at Remilia.
Remilia remembered herself taking the doll eagerly and playing with Flandre. They were both sitting at the table fantasizing about adventures they would take together. It was such a wonderful moment, Remilia loving playing with Flandre.
3:09; Remilia suddenly snapped out of the dream. Her head ached from the memory. Her mind burned from the memory. She was gripping her head and sweating profusely. Breathing deeply, she turned to leave the hall. At first she started out with a brisk walk but then she couldnt stand it anymore and burst out into a sprint. After what seemed like an eternity of running, she finally made it out of the oppressive air of the hallway.
She never wanted to go back here again.
Constructive criticism, although I’m not the one that wrote it, if there are some typos feel free to say so, I’ll correct them.
Thanks for reading and thanks for watching!