Once in a hundred years…
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!