A/N- The Kusabi is just going to be referred to as 'Kusabi' to make things easier/less confusing. Mkay?
A/N- I assure you, my writing skills are better than this, by way of writing details and all that. Come on, this is a parody. Laugh.
NOTE- I DON'T OWN FATAL FRAME, FATAL FRAME II, MIO, MAYU, OR THE KUSABI.
The Many Faces of The Kusabi
Chapter One: Damn Kids
Mio shivered. It wasn't the constant cold of this place, or the memory of freezing hands grabbing her throat, nor was it simple fear. It was, in fact, just a random shiver.
She rubbed her fingers on the old bloody key, simply to ensure that it existed. It was the key to that room, it had to be. That was how these things worked, damnit.
The memory of that door made her shiver again.
Mio remembered hearing Mayu's voice mumbling, and Sae's mad laughter...
Suddenly, she stopped. She had wandered while thinking, and was standing in front of a simple white door, next to a hole in the floor that was there for some reason. It wasn't the door that made her stop, it was what she knew was behind it...
I have to be brave... For Mayu. She thought, and pushed the door open.
As the door fell away, the Great Hall opened before her. It looked close to normal, at least, for the moment... She glanced at the bloody fireplace, but tore her gaze away from it and instead focused on a large painting, thinking of what was behind it and why she had to get there. Carefully, as though testing the room, she put her right foot in, then her left.
Mio whispered a prayer to a god long absent from this place, and shut the door.
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Sure, there was thunder.
Loud, booming claps that caused everything to vibrate. Yet, it seemed to be nothing but a squeaking mouse compared to the noise that echoed through the spectral plane. One would expect something dark and harsh, or frightening, like mad laughter. The thought that it could be as mundane as mere snoring was just as taboo as mentioning the Abyss.
Kusabi slept. He was sitting on a folding chair he'd dragged out, a novel open on his lap and a considerable sound echoing from his open mouth with every breath. He almost seemed normal by ghostly standards, drifting on the planes of deep sleep just as a bit of drool hanging from his mouth drifted so gently in the tremendous gusts of his breathing.
And then a loud noise echoed through the Great Hall, one even louder than the gentle sounds of sleep.
Amidst the sound of a yelling, now-awake Kusabi, a book hitting the wall, a chair screeching on the floor, and Sae yelling "TURN IT OFF!" somewhere in the background, there was an extremely loud DEETDEETDEETDEET!
The noise stopped once Kusabi yelled something like "Cherry Sprinkles!" Evidently, it was a password, for there was an annoyingly quiet, modest click and the alarm stopped. Grumbling, the long-dead ghost assembled himself into the mortal plane.
Not again... He thought as a teenage girl started to scurry past.
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Mio ran.
Fear and the survival instinct flooded her, wiping all thought but a desperate need to get to the door. Her salvation.
She tried to ignore her sixth sense, though it pounded almost painfully. Mio skid to a halt at the door and forced it open, revealing an open garden with a staircase winding around it.
When the door shut, the pursuing ghosts usually stopped, because doors of all kinds were powerful, magical barriers. Mio had not shut the door, as it was still open about an inch, but the grainy black-and-white had faded from her vision and her sixth sense had dulled somewhat. Slowly, and reaching for the Camera Obscura, she turned and saw...
Nothing.
She flinched as a loud, booming voice exploded from the Great Hall, but forced herself to creep closer...
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"Oh, shut up!" Yelled a certain angry ghost, his voice so loud that a death threat from Sae in the background went unnoticed.
His anger was directed towards another spirit, which sat against the wall behind the bloody fireplace. What was the most unusual thing was that it was...
Another kusabi.
It looked just like the angry, murderous Kusabi, but both of his arms were free and his wacky hair was dyed black and bright purple at the tips. At least, as bright purple as being all gray, transparent, and very dead could provide.
And he was crying, hence the shouting.
Angst!Kusabi looked up at the other wraith, tears pouring down his cheeks. "B-b-b-ut..." He pointed to the rectangular mark on his forehead with his right hand. "Y-y-ou threw that b-b-ook at me!" He wailed.
Kusabi smacked his own forehead with his free hand in frustration. "I didn't, you did that to yourself!" He pointed to the blamed novel, which was sitting mere inches from Angst!Kusabi's left side. Hastily, Angst pushed it away. "AND I didn't throw it; it only went flying because I jumped!"
Angst!Kusabi started to protest, but there was a soft creaking noise to the left-hand side of the room, and both spirits turned. "Hello?" Asked Kusabi, suspecting it was one of the other spirits being stupid again.
"Whoever it is has a better unlife than me..." Mumbled the depressed wraith. Kusabi ignored him and started to float towards the noise.
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Mio froze, staring straight at the faded painting, her sixth sense throbbing again. Though something new and rather shocking had come to light, she knew that wouldn't stop the spirit from killing her.
She covered her mouth, trying not to let a single gasp escape her lips as her sixth sense grew stronger. Meaning, that the ghost would come through the painting any second...
Several eternal seconds passed, and for some freakish reason, the throbbing calmed down somewhat. The spirit was moving away...?
Seizing the chance, Mio turned and bolted.
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At the sound of running footsteps, Kusabi muttered. "Damn kids..." Angst!Kusabi merely sniffled.
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Mio slammed the door shut behind her, and crept to the open garden that the staircase wound around. She stuck her head into the space, letting the cold rain fall on her head as this new bit of information etched itself into her mind.
That spirit... Rope Man... there was only one of them. She was sure of it. If there was more than one, both would have come to kill her... Yet, she heard two voices.
Then... was the ghost talking to itself?
Mio shook her head to clear her thoughts, pulling her head out of the rain. She would have time to think of that later. Right now, she had to find Mayu.