The spirits started to clamor and panic, as they looked at each other, quarreling.
"What's going on-?!"
"Why are we back on the first floor-?!"
"Is it the mansion-?!"
"What do we do now-?" One of the spirits finally said,
"Hang on. This is an illusion." They all looked at him with confused glances. It was the same spirit who talked about the stairs being off earlier. Another spirit asked,
"Illusion? What do you mean?" The spirit answered,
"I've noticed this kind of thing before. There's this type of illusion magic that can mess with your head..... and possibly your memory." All the spirits were dumbfounded.
"A witch?!" one of them cried out. The spirit nodded slowly. Another one asked,
"How did you know?" The spirit looked at them.
"...... Because I participated in some of the witch hunts that Marchionne Evangelisti held. I saw the witchcraft with my own eyes."
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"Who are you? What do you want?" the woman said in a demanding voice. Anna raised her right arm and reassured her by saying,
"Calm down. I'm a spirit like you. And like I said. You could be a part of something revolutionary. Are you interested?" The woman narrowed her eyes.
"Exactly what is it?" she said with uncertainty. Anna smiled and answered,
"I take it you're stuck here due to the curse, right?" The woman widened her eyes. She then slowly nodded. Anna continued,
"What if I told you there was a way to end the curse?" The woman widened here eyes.
"W-what? But how-?!"
"First, I will need witch spirits like you to help me with this. Tell me your name," Anna interrupted. The woman went silent, then answered,
"It's Dorothy. I'm listening."
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"You mind telling me what this cult wants with me?" Helena looked over at Riba.
"How should I know? The elders over there worship and praise you like you're a God. If I were to take you back, surely I'd be highly respected. So you tell me. Although....." She tilted her head a bit with a devious smile on her face.
"Since the cult is mostly comprised of witches, I suppose the only reason would be that you both share something in common." Riba rose his eyebrow.
"And that would be what exactly, despite you all being psychopaths?" Helena chuckled.
"What else? You both use the devil's magic. Just in different ways." Riba decided to play dumb since Mario was there as well.
"Pardon?" Helena widened her eyes, as she started to get amused by Riba's performance.
"What's this? Have you not told them that you're not human Riba? *laughs* Or is it-?"
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Mario The Music Box (Fanfiction)
FanfictionHey guys! This is my version of Mario the Music Box, how I wanted it to go! This version has a happy ending, and not as much death. I ask that you don't judge with hate, but I do love CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Please don't start criticizing every litt...
