"So you're the one in that portrait downstairs.." Kitsune said, almost in disbelief.
"Heh, yep... I don't fully know what happened to it. I think Chris might've ruined it because he didn't want any reminders." Belle explained.
"Oh god... And this room..." Kitsune trailed off.
"He doesn't like coming in here. I think it... makes him sad... Because he knows that I'm gone, and it can't be undone... Right after his birthday, too..." Belle said. "The reason why it's so dusty is because he doesn't even want Teatime in here. I think he wants to forget I even died."
"Geez... How old were you two..?" Kitsune asked.
"He was fifteen. I was still thirteen.." Belle answered honestly.
"Thirteen?!" The redhead repeated.
"Yeah... There's a journal entry that explains the day better than I could... Hey... Do you think you could do me a favor?" Belle asked.
"Sure- what is it?" The redhead nodded.
"I want you to return Chris the way he was... I can't figure out why, but he seems... Much more lenient with you. Please, miss, tell me you'll help my brother." The deceased woman begged.
"I... I will try my best... I swear..." Kitsune nodded. With a soft smile, Belle sat on her bed.
"It was nice meeting you, Belle... But I should get going." Kitsune smiled, turning back to her as she placed a hand on the doorknob. "I've got a promise to uphold, afterall." She remarked, before slowly and quietly exiting the room- shutting the door behind her.
"Right then... Where to next? The kitchen maybe? Yeah, that sounds good." The journalist nodded to herself, quietly inching along the walls. To her surprise, she hadn't heard Christopher once.
'That's a little strange... I would've expected to hear him walk around here somewhere...' She thought to herself. With a slight hum, she eventually found the stairs.
"This feels... strangely easy..." She mumbled, a little unnerved at how alarmingly simple it felt.
Upon hearing down the stairs, she slinked her way to the kitchen. However, to get there, she had to walk through the entrance, then the living room, and THEN she had to sneak into the kitchen. The problem was, upon walking into the living room, she noticed none other than Christopher sitting on the couch.
Jumping a little, Kitsune hid behind the wall. "Tits-!" She hissed. 'Of course- of course it isn't that easy...' She thought. 'I don't have much of a choice though, do I...?' With a deep breath, she poked her head back in.
Thankfully, Christopher hadn't noticed her... Or at least, she didn't think he did... Maybe it was because she was a bit far away, but he seemed... Almost sad...
Giving a barely audible hum, Kitsune slowly snuck in. She slinked against the wall, her heart pounding from anxiety. Any second now, he could turn around and see her. But to her surprise, he... didn't do anything. Upon walking into the kitchen, she breathed out.
"Holy shit..." She whispered. 'That was... REALLY scary...' She thought to herself. 'I'm definitely gonna have to be careful here... He's literally in the next room...'
She quietly crept around the kitchen, sitting on the ground and looking through the counters. "Where is it..." She whispered. Suddenly, she heard someone near her clear their throat.
"Ahem.."
She whipped around to look at the source of the noise. To her surprise, it was Teatime. He gently tilted his head to one of the cupboards. "Underneath." He quietly said.
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Twisted Distortions
FanficA young female enters a relatively dark mansion in the midst of a small town. She had heard rumors of a supposed "ghost" or "demon" that wreaks havoc on those that dare enter its domain. Upon arriving, however, she finds that the supposed spectre is...
