Touhou Arrange Music

A Nutcracking Christmas Tale

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!)

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<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~

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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!)

5 responses

  1. Axort!

    Wow!… i just read the story up there and i loved it and i also really like the music in this blog… even i dont have a clue about where those themes came from. Anyway. congratulations for your blog and keep posting…
    read you!

    December 28, 2009 at 5:30 am

  2. marcopoodle

    Story was good, it kept me reading, throughly ruined my happy mood.

    January 1, 2010 at 8:25 pm

  3. I apologize for that. The song was a sad one though, the story pretty much depends entirely on the song.

    January 6, 2010 at 12:02 am

  4. OtakuPianist

    T.T awww I tought it would have a happy end and then…i cried (manly tears ¬¬ )… beautifull anyway

    January 6, 2010 at 1:22 am

  5. Egakiar444

    SOOOO freaking epic. Good story too. The best christmas arrange I’ve ever heard, and maybe Its just my personality leaking into it, but I think the dark sound suits it. Too often are christmases forcedly cheerful. Sometimes, even a liar like me gets tired of pretending. Despite contrary opinion, the emotions of individuals is not tied to the date. Thank you for the awesome update.

    January 5, 2011 at 5:29 am

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