faentasy | GRAVEYARD PT. II

GRAVEYARD

The world is black. And then you blink at your plate.

A portion of your favorite dish greets your eyes, albeit in a form you may never have seen it in before. Encased in a thick, wobbling layer of multi-colored gelatin, the food you know and love now sits suspended in its protein-based enclosure as an eccentric re-imagining of the dish. Furthermore, it only takes a glance to see that the rest of the dining table's spread shares this same theme, as every single dish, sweet or savory, finds itself victim to a jiggling Jell-o jail.

Still, you won't have much time to take this all in before a quiet, high-pitched giggling makes its way to your ears, only crescendoing in volume the longer you sit in this oh-so-familiar dining room. It doesn't take much to find the source of the sound either; unlike the other side, this place is absolutely teeming with fairies to the point where the fluttering of their iridescent wings is clearly audible behind the din of their laughter. As you come to your senses, dozens and dozens of beady eyes watch with their tiny faces stretched out in a wide grin, before speaking in unison.

"Welcome, we can't wait to serve you!"

As the fairies erupt in raucous laughter all around you, at least one more thing is readily apparent: however you met your end, your body is completely whole again. You also have company at the table with you, although whether it's desirable company or not may depend on the circumstances surrounding your death.

In any case, there's nothing stopping anyone from leaving the dining room and roaming freely as usual, and most of the same areas that were available to you on the other side are still present here, albeit with some differences. And though your life may have been stolen from you, it still looks like you have a part in this tale, somehow, someway.

So, will you let your story finish here, or will you write your own ending?

[Welcome to the Graveyard! This is part 2 of the GY post for Weeks 6 and 7. The previous post for Weeks 2-5 is linked above. Please also view the GY doc linked above for a full rundown of the basics. You may also still submit for items and gacha rolls using the GY shop post.]

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What an interesting turn of phrase. I would say this is the first time it has been addressed to me, but I wonder if it is addressed to me at all?

[Jack is serene now, after his laughing fit -- maybe that's something else he and the famiglia on the other side have in common now, as calm as he usually is, and that's really funny now that he's here -- but that also means he's back to watching Pericles closely.

He doesn't seem shocked, or offended, or any of those other emotions; it's as though the words simply slide off of him, or perhaps they reflect away from him like a meager paper letter in rippleless water. Slowly vanishing.

He seems like he might have more to say -- but really, there's no sense in drawing all this out. Actually, he seems to perk up a little once the strange little ultimatum comes, and his answer is clear and immediate.]

That's one thing I have not experienced, though I've heard a great deal about it! In that case, might I request the left? Or will you be taking both?

Oh, it is certainly addressed to you, Vessalius. I am simply acknowledging zat I was like zat as vell, previously.

But unlike you, I know how to grow and improve, raser zan stick to self-destructive ant ultimately stupid decisions for my life. And vhile I have been able to make somesing better for myself, I will not be surprised if you are left here to suffer wis your...'family.'

I prefer both, sank you very much.

[The parrot flies into the air, claws very close to Jack's face.]

Say goodbye to the visible worlt, Vessalius.

[And with that, a sharp claw quickly goes to each of Jack's eyes, ready to puncture.]

You do like to moralize now, don't you?

It's really a pity; I feel you had a little better insight before. But you seem to have taken a liking to blinding both yourself and others. It doesn't really matter much to me, but we all dream in different ways.

[For now, for perhaps the second time today he takes a deep breath and braces himself.

...

Ah, he does still remember exactly how to close his teeth on a scream, how to forcibly hold himself so as not to simply thrash away and increase the damage or make the wound too wide or messy; this isn't a pain he knows but a pain that perhaps he should remember, and he holds on to that as well.

Darkness, but he's seen darkness far, far deeper than this.

A long, breathing, wheezing pause. But he smiles, a little bloody rictus grin of pride, somehow.]

Well, Professor... What will you do with them...?

[Screaming. He's used to screaming. He couldn't tell how many animals screamed and howled and made various other annoying noises while stuck in the asylum. While those may have been animals, they were close enough of a comparison with what Jack was going through.

Struggles. Screaming. He didn't pay it any mind. Only getting the job done-and he did.

Hearing Jack's question, he looks back at the man. He can't see it, but his expression has gone back to one with no emotion.]

Eizer use zem as fertilizer for a garden, or send zem down the nearest toilet. I am not vone to take trophies, ant I see no reason to deprive schiesse like zis a place it belongs.

[He land back on the table just for a second before going back in the air, from what Jack can hear, before a weight is on his right shoulder.]

Too bat the rest of you cannot join zem.

[And that's when Jack will feel a claw stabbing into his jugular vein.]

[Ah, the bird is now sounding like Edelgard, and that might just be deliriously funny in the haze of blood and pain and wondering what he should do next -- for although he may be a spontaneous sort of fellow, running into the graveyard the way he is and then simply going immediately into all this requires some thinking ahead.

So concentrated is he on sorting the matter of not laughing about Edelgard (as a bird?), or the other matters on his mind, that Jack almost misses the rest of the sequence.

That weight on his shoulder is familiar, though ironic, this entire thing is ironic, and perhaps the rest of his stay here will be like this too; maybe it will be like a way to tell the time, a way to figure out where he is, a way to--

Well, it's fine, really. The sudden feeling of the claw is a surprise but he doesn't jump or flinch, just laughs a half-laugh before it bubbles away into oblivion. It's perhaps for the best that this all stops here for now, and resets. They are all learning things today.

Eventually, Jack Vessalius is dead. Again!]

[The third time the bird has killed a human, and the first that, not only was he so direct, but there would be no permanence to it. It was almost annoying, that Jack would eventually return. But he supposed it didn't matter. Not when there was nothing he could do about it.

All the bird could do was take his prize and fly out of the room with a comment.]

Enjoy your stay in Hell, Vessalius.

GRAVEYARD PT. II

probably cw: eye gore in general?

CW: Vague Eye Gore for the rest of the thread (probably)

cw: eyegore fade to black! that is totally a pun!!!

CW: Still Vague Eye Gore, + Vein Stabbing

cw: death by throat stabbing!

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