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ah, after all this time, I'm back in another '...'...
if you're wondering how the rest of the three dolls are doing, i'm still thinking about them. and...
yeah, for those who's been following this blog, i've composed a song, 'framed doll'... actually the second song, 'Forgotten portrait' (if you downloaded the game from my link and played, it's obvious whose pov this song is)  and...
oh yeah, damn, i never actually give a proper introduction... but i don't want to spoil it for anyone (except for mary)...
so...

tall guy is garry, middle is ib, and smiling is mary (you know that, right)
and if you're wondering what kind of name 'ib' is, 'ib' is actually derived from 'ibu' (イブ) and if you listen to it, the 'bu' is really short, so it's almost like 'ib'. don't ask me why garry (ギャリー) is garry. and mary...
I guess a lot of evil characters are named Mary. (smacked)
I don't like 'eve' cause it's too normal, so ib will be Ib.
then again...
wait, this just inspired me to do an imitation black parody based on ib...
no, no, i can't do that. I still have the Dr. Realist fanfic in my draft... (1/2 done)
But... Garry will look really good with his eyes covered and... and...
(garry: stop that, chicken.)
And! and! a lot of roses! blue ones! and laces! and! and!
(garry: i say stop...
mary: but it won't look that bad, right, Garry? Imagine me and Ib in a tux... and...
garry: and i'll crossdress again? no. )
give me a break, garry. don't you know how tired it is to do the illustration for your pv? And your song, without me knowing, has became very quiet (he didn't sing as much as mary, so... ), which made the pv very theatrical, and...
(garry: I guess that makes me cool!)
Of course. especially after mary ************.
(garry; ...whatever;.) if you're a fan of Garry and have a bad feeling about those censored parts, trust me, you already know what's gonna happen.
(garry: but i'm not dying again.)
that's true. though it would've been nice to make you die...
(garry: If you kill me again, there's only one more garry left to kill... )
I don't care. I silently crossovered you with Gakupo from the lost memory too... Ah! I'm so proud of that one! 
And there'll be a huge plot twist in Ib's song, too... (i'm done composing it, but I don't think it'll come out soon... )
(garry: good! ahahahahah! You're so kind, Chicken...)
you know, I still have a lot of writing to do. this song writing times is just for fun. Let's see...
my novel. half of the whole story, plan to add another character...
dr. realist fic. half done, and...
mary-garry artwork. (garry: i'd be happy if you don't finish that one) I wanna. (garry: Noooooooooo!!!)
I'll out it up when it's done. (garry: no! no! don't! pleaseeee!!!!)
ah, yeah, maybe I should start translating this amazing doujin in pixiv, too, from the mandarin version...
lots of work. *headslam* just wait for ib's song for now. or dr. realist. XD.
happy chicken is stressed... *headslam again*

Framed Doll ~Mary~

'The lonely girl that wanted friends to be with her...
The doll that should've stayed inside, the doll that doesn't deserve any place outside...'
Title: Framed Doll
Singer: Kagamine Rin
Music/lyrics: Chicken
Illustration: Chicken (too)
POV: Mary
Original song: kugutu (kugutu as seen in the music folder), Blind Alley (‘܏¬˜H in the music folder)
Lyrics:
I don't know who I am, why I'm here, why I'm born
I only know this old man...
Looking at him somehow I feel happy, even if I can't get out

Since then, people came to see me
They say good things about me, then they would leave and forget me
Looking at them somehow I feel so sad...
They do not care about me...

'I like visitors coming here to live with me, but...
I want to leave this place myself and live outside!
But unless I take the place of someone from the outside, I can't do that...
Won't somebody come soon?'
(you can find this in the actual game, but not telling you where~)

Deeper, come here...
Come here and stay here with us!
Forget about the outside world...
What should we play?
Now, you decide!
This is for you after all...

I only want to get out...
Why wouldn't you understand?
You should've stayed there and sleep forever...
Then I won't have to do this...

Why won't you stay? I hate to be alone...
I want to get out... is that so wrong?
Maybe I will never leave...

Youtube broadcast: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unzOqeoYTiM&feature=plcp
Nicovideo broadcast (Japan): http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm18124887
Niconico broadcast (English): http://video.niconico.com/watch/sm18124887
(this is first and last time i'm giving complete links for nico~ (evil mode on) Starting from next song, I'll only be giving the numbers (sm---------)

Behind the scene:
Mary: Yayyy!!! My song's the first one! Say, Chicken-san, who will voice me?
Chicken: I was thinking about having Lily voice you, but she sounds a bit too soft, though she looks like you more than anyone else... Maybe Rin-chan. yeah, Rin-chan. Her voice is magical on higher notes... (evidence: amayumerou, meltdown)
Rin: Really? I will? I will?
Mary: Let's do our best!
Rin: Yeaaahhh!!!
(both leaves)
Chicken: *wonders what the two girls might be doing* *checks*
NO YOU GUYS AREN'T PLAYING WITH THE FEAR GARDEN PROPS.
Mary: Eh? ^^; why not?

Bonus: I planned to use this picture but since I felt sorry for Garry (garry: finally chicken is being kinddd!!!) I didn't use it. Let's look for something to smack Garry with.
Happy chicken is happy~

Dolls (1)

~Doll Layer 1~ (anon's pov)
It's over for me now.
I never thought... I mean, of course, I've expected it to end...
But I never thought it would end THIS way.
I hate it. Looking at Felix, now...
I know, I know he has the right to be angry to me. I know what's wrong here. I know what I did.
But, I just hate it.
I'm not as insane as everyone thought. But maybe I am insane after all.
...That's right...
"Finally you're back, Sergei. It sure is quite a while."
Maybe these familiar faces around me are fine. I am the one who's not fine.
"I hope you know what you've done."
Of course, I'm not doing it under the moon. I did it...
"Please, just let him live."
"I did it... with my hands."
"Why?"
No reason. All I thought about back then was...
I want to kill Joseph. I want to kill Joseph. It just kept echoing in my head.
I hated him... I guess. He left Iriina, that's what was wrong. But even, thinking about it now...
There's no use. I left her.
It was me, who left her first. Left her with no choice. Left her with nobody. Left her with nothing.
Trying to make a positive thinking out of that was almost impossible.
That's right...
It was all my fault. I shouldn't have let Iriina go. Even until now, I...
I don't want to... be apart from her...

~Doll Layer 2~ (Vlad's pov)
The snow is really beautiful this year.
Ah... but not as good as Volgograd's.
...That's right. I nearly forgot. Back there in Volgograd...
I always played... with Joseph. He liked snowmen.
There's nobody to play with here...
...
I'm starting to miss everyone. Usually Joseph loves to make snowmen, Georgia would just watch us from far away, and I'll just play with Joseph.
There's no going back to those times, huh...
Although I still silently wishes... that everything can go back as it was before...
...
But there's no way to do, it, huh...
This is starting to make me hate myself.
I'm still holding the doll. I just don't think I can really return it.
We promised to be together.... right?
I wish we can... Maybe if Samuel didn't pick me up there, I wouldn't be here, alive...
I hate... this weak self.
Joseph, sorry, I...
Couldn't really be a brother for you...
If we meet again, I wish you can just kill me. This is all sickening.

~Doll Layer 3~

Finally done with the police. 

...

"Let's meet again in the afterlife."

It's just... so quick, you know? Like you were there, and suddenly not there. It's just so quick. 

Like that day...

When the day dawned and the case started, I still trusted you.

"You didn’t do it, did you Kyrie?”

Maybe I shouldn't... have asked. 

Since that day, I hadn’t ever heard anything. I never knew the truth. 

But I didn't care. I've never been able to do field work since then, but... 

What's the use of doing field work if I'm doing it alone? 

Not alone? Well, there's Giuseppe, but...

It's never the same without Valkyrie. Everyone agreed with that. 

You sit on the railing – smiling and for a second I wondered …

Are you really yourself, or are you a witch?

Did you come to say sorry or to say goodbye?

You're innocent, but...

You shouldn’t have, you know.

You shouldn’t have …. I shouldn’t have.

That's right... nothing will ever be the same without Valkyrie... 

I'll always miss those times, when we were still together... 

When you were still you and not Merlin, I will... 

Never forget, but... 

I just want to trust you. That's it.

It's true, that's it...

~•~

For now. There's still three more dolls... (in Karakuri, I mentioned a matryoshka with six dolls, so please do wait patiently)

QUESTIONS ARE TRULY WELCOME. 

This six mothyish (?) gaidens are from both Karakuri and Matryoshka. I hope I can put more girls... let's see... there's... who else?

LARA! Thank you. And about the rest, let me have a good think before writing it down. 

(this is very mothyish, chicken...)

I have the narrative version of number 2 and 3 (though it's already kinda mothyish for the 3rd) and oh! For the next ones, I have a narrative ver for one of them. 

So, just wait. 

Happy chicken is... 

Eh? What's after the gaidens?

There's this rockin' horror game called Ib (seriously, that's it) and I'm really drooling for a character called Garry, since... 

YEA! IT JUST HAPPEN TO HAVE THE NAME OF A CLASSMATE!

Don't forget that the main character of Karakuri is also Garry. 

BUT! This Garry, since he's the only male character, is made to be someone real funny and cool and handsome and... and... 

I'll fight for the ending where Garry died! I will! I will! XD

(Garry= what?)

Yessss, I want that ending where Garry turned into a picture... (you can find this in zerochan, there's a lot of doujins about it)

SO! I'LL KILL GARRY AGAIN!

(Garry (ib)= NOOOOOOO *runs*

Garry (karakuri)=  Suffer the same fate with me, Garry! Come here! Come here!*chases like lady in red*)

Chicken= good! get him, Garry!

(Garry (ib)= NO! NO! LET GO OF MY COAT!

Garry (karakuri)= Yes! Now come! 

Chicken-san, make a fic with that 'forgotten portrait ending'! Now let's get going, Garry!

Garry (ib)= HELLLLLPPPPP)

So, happy chicken is happy~ (Garry... *wicked smile) expect another label called 'ib' okay?

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         “Leopold!”

         A woman with blonde wavy hair opened an oak door and walked into the room. The room smelled a little… sweet – must be coming from that pack of chocolate cookies on the table – and a little bit… awful, must be from the clothes lying on the floor. She sighed silently and picked up a few clothes as she kept calling.

         “Leo, dear, where are you?”

         There was still no answer. But the woman didn’t seem to mind, though – she was walking out – who knows where she went – and came back into the room in less than a minute. She then started picking up toys from the floor as she looked around.

         “Come on, don’t play hide and seek now, dear.”

         There was still no answer. Whoever is hiding must be so good in the game. She sighed as he put them into a basket, then she walked to the door.

         “Too bad, I just made some gingerbread men and nobody can help me bake it… Maybe I should bake it myself and give it to that boy…”

         “Don’t!!!” A boy shouted as he crawled out from under the bed. The woman smiled playfully xas he ran to her and grabbed her long black skirt.

         “You won’t, maiiks, you won’t, will you?”

         “No, no,” the woman said as she messed the boy’s hair with a big smile. “Come on, help me bake the cookies.”

         Smile formed on the boy’s lips as he followed his mother out of the room. They then walked to another room, where a few pans of goodies were on the table, waiting to be baked. He took a pan as his mother took another, and they walked to the oven.

         “The gingerbread man won’t run away from the oven, will he?”

         “No,” she said with a smile. “But, if you don’t keep him in a box after he’s baked, he might run out and get eaten by a wolf…”

         Ah, folk tales. Kids used to fall for that.

         DING

         “Oh,” the woman quickly turned to the voice. “There’s a guest. Watch the cookies for me, Leo.”

         “Yes…”

         She walked out of the kitchen and arrived at a wooden door. Half of the door was not wooden, but glass, giving a view of the outside. For a while, she could only see the view of a familiar Moscow cold autumn, before then a man in military clothes appeared. He was wearing a thick shapka, but his brown hair could still be seen. She sighed silently and opened the door.

         “Felix.” There was a tone of dislike in that single word, but… who likes soldiers?

         “I’ve got some news, Georgia,” he said as he stepped in and took off his hat. “And I want to talk to you as…”

         “Georgia.”

         “Good,” he said with a smile. “If you don’t mind, maybe you can tell that agent will-be to keep watching whatever it is you’re cooking.”

         She quickly turned back, only to notice that the boy was looking at them. Of course kids get curious about everything – and they call it a ‘phase in growth’. What a disturbing phase.

         “Leo,” she said with a smile. “If you don’t watch the gingerbread men, they might run…”

         “Ah!” As said, kids fall for that. “Yes, I’ll watch them!”

         The boy disappeared back into the kitchen as he closed the door with a slam. To prevent the men from running, perhaps…

         “Fine.” No more curious ears means safety, no? “What news?”

         The man looked at her for a while, then he sighed loudly, exhaling white breaths, as he took out somethin from his thick jacket. A phone. He tapped the screen for a few times, then he showed it to her.

         “We’re also… feeling sorry, Georgia.”

         She took the phone and looked at whatever was on screen for a while. She then turned to the man again, her eyes as huge as a marble.

         “…”

         “Tomorrow,” the man said as he took his phone. “If you want to come. If you can’t stand it, don’t.”

~•~

         The next day…

         “Why?”

         A square faced robot covered the coffin with its black, heavy cover, then it rolled away. A man with black long hair was trying desperately to reach forward as the coffin was being lowered into the earth by two other robots, as if he wasn’t going to let it happen. Luckily two other men in black were holding him. Three other visitors were standing before the hole – a woman with short black hair, a man with chestnut hair, and a blonde woman. All of them were wearing black, and the two women were wearing a black dress. A typical scene at the graveyard.

         “Why?” he shouted again. “I haven’t beaten you, Jos!”

         “Dimitri!” the black haired woman shouted, unable to contain her wrath. “Stop that! You don’t have the right to stop the prossesion!”

         “But why?” The black haired man pushed away the two men and walked to the red haired woman. “Why? Tell me, Merlin! Tell me!”

         “Dimitri!”

         “That man!” the man pointed at the coffin. “Why? Why must he die? All because of Sergei! Sergei! I told the boss he shouldn’t have been in the mission…”

         “Shut up Dimitri!”

         He turned to the voice, that came from the young man with chestnut hair. A sad expression was worn on his face, however, no tears were shed on his face.

         “You think it’s only hard for you?” the man shouted. “It’s hard for everyone! At least…”

         He looked at the blonde woman standing next to him. She was looking down while holding a bouquet of white flowers – she looked so gloomy and a bit creepy. Dimitri looked at her, as well, and suddenly he could feel all the guilt coming back to him. He sighed loudly and kicked a small stone lying on the ground in anger. The red haired woman looked at the blonde woman, too, then she sighed and looked down as the coffin was being lowered down to the ground.

         Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, they say. Humans that were made of dust and ashes, will one day return back to the earth and return to their true form – dust and ashes.

         How frail, how frail humans are…

         “So don’t wait for me.”

         Is it wrong… to wait for you?
         The two robots who were just done lowering the coffin covered the coffin with the long white cloth they used to lower the coffin, then they took a shovel that was resting on the gravestone and started to close the hole.

         And along, open the door of sadness in everyone’s hearts…

         ‘Why? I haven’t beaten you yet, Joseph… why now?’

         ‘Did you even think about Leo back then, when the boss gave you the mission?’

         ‘Joseph, do you know how hard this must’ve been for Georgia…’

         ‘…’