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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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That begs the question of whether Ferry is one of the fairies at all, or whether she merely took on that appearance to fit in. Also, I have my doubts that “Ferry” is her true name.
[As far as pseudonyms go it’s kind of so lazy it almost seems real……]
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[He turns this over thoughtfully, though, despite the lack of context.]
I'm not sure if we can conclude that Ferry is a human if she is a shapeshifter of some sort as you mentioned. Indeed, this may be the first game of its kind, but B must always eat -- that may be what the insect's note meant by "previous bottles of sustenance".
There are several questions that come to mind, given all of this: what was B's old mode of obtaining sustenance? Why did it change? If she is so powerful, why must she enlist Hamelin and Ferry as her helpers or underlings?
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Though let me clarify: I'm proposing that Ferry was human at some point. If she's a shapeshifter, she clearly lost that humanity somehow. Lost it to B even, with what her powers are.
[She sighs.]
Not that Ferry's origins change much.
I'm thinking B functioned on a more individual level in the past--approached a certain young child with a wish and offering to grant it in exchange for their soul. Not unlike a traditional Western demon.
There could be a few reasons she changed her method: maybe she needs to consume more souls at once to maintain her power than she did in the past. Or it could be something petty like souls that were sacrificed by humans taste better, or that she simply got greedy. Having overseers probably makes the process of taking multiple people run smoother.
Did Hamelin ever mention how he became involved with B?
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If B made the giant dolls, and the hand we found at the bottom of the well had fingers like sewing needles...
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[Uhhhhhhhhhhh mom might need to run and take care of some things after this.]