Heart Game: Doodleman

[idolpro]

It's dark.

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You wake up in a dark place.

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[idolpro]

As soon as you touch the knife, a memory that isn't yours flashes through your mind.

You were in love. Or at the very least, you thought you were. And then you were in love again, and again with another love. You thought nothing of it until the first girl you left at altar killed herself, and left you a letter, spilling her hatred out of with ink on paper like she did blood from her wrists.

You keep the letter on you, now. You were never in love, you never could have been, comparing yourself to her words. Her descriptions of her happiness, her descriptions of her hopes and hatred— all of it was foreign, all of it beyond you. And so, you read it over and over again, her words like an incantation, ensorcelling you.

You are only human. Who are you to not be moved by such a heartfelt plea? The gap in your heart aches, and you recognize your love was only hedonism and dalliances. How could you compare yourself to this mountain of hurt, this mountain of heartfelt poison? How could you deny her hopes? You're helpless to her wishes, weak at the knees and heady at the thought of the murder she can't commit herself, even if you don't understand it.

So you'll make her pain yours. You weren't true, but you can fix your mistakes. You'll love the right way this time, a kiss at the altar, and follow the words true: til death do us part. You won't leave another girl. You'll stay true until you bring her the end she looked for, an end writ in blood and fate sealed as you promised on your wedding night.

The next girl, though, she takes a knife to your throat the second she sees the gun, screaming bloody murder. Was this the one for you? You can't tell now. You wish you knew.

[worldcup]

[ well, that sure is a fun memory, can't relate. ]

. . . That's weird.

[ but that just makes her glance around the room again. she's keeping this knife with her, even if she doesn't think it's the right weapon to use here, but just in case.

but that memory mentioned a letter, didn't it?

let's take a look at the kotatsu, and the note on top of it. what do we got here? ]

[idolpro]

The note does not seem to be the letter mentioned in the memory. For one, it's far too short to be called a letter - the only thing written on it is a single question.

Is it fine to define yourself by your love for someone?

[worldcup]

What kind of question is this. . .

[ STILL CAN'T RELATE!!!! ]

Is it okay if I answer out loud?

[ are there writing utensils. can she write her answer on the note. ]

[idolpro]

There's nothing to write with. You're probably expected to answer out loud.

[worldcup]

. . . how annoying.

[ she huffs a bit, frowning. ]

I don't think it's a bad thing.

But. . . I also think that if you solely define yourself on 'love for someone else', that's how you get bad things like that!

You have to define yourself based on a lot of things, not just that one thing.

[idolpro]

There's no one here to react to your answer, but the air seems to shift somewhat and the door you came in through creaks open.

[worldcup]

[ hmmmm.

well, that sure did something! let's continue the investigation, then. what do we got on that canopy bed? does she have to yank the blanket off? ]

[idolpro]

It looks like there are a couple of dolls tucked in under the blanket. You can take them out without disturbing the rest of the bed if you'd like.

[worldcup]

[ neat!

let's do exactly that, because it's time to look over some dolls. she does like this sort of thing, after all. ]

[idolpro]

The dolls are cute, but quite simple - probably handmade.

One of them is meant to be Lucifel, based on its tan skin, long white hair and pink clothes. The other has long black hair, a blue school uniform, and a red scarf.

[worldcup]

Hmm.

These are cute. . .

[ but okay, let's put the dolls right next to each other on the bed so that they're not hiding anymore. ]

[idolpro]

They look very cute next to each other like that.

[worldcup]

Hee.

[ she's not going to make the dolls kiss at least but now they look cute.

victory. but Illya is going to see about what that creak through the door is. ]

[idolpro]

The door is open, but it does not seem to lead back into Doodle's room anymore. You can't see what's on the other side.

[worldcup]

[ weird but okay

let's go through the door then, in spite of being unable to see what's on the other side ]

[idolpro]

Passing through the door, you are taken somewhere different.