Reimu sat cross-legged across from Chris, while Marisa leaned forward on the low table between them with a confident grin. A teapot steamed gently to the side.
Reimu folded her arms. "Alright, translator, go ahead. Ask him who he is."
Marisa puffed out her chest. "Leave it to me, ze! I'm fluent in, uh, English!"
Reimu raised an eyebrow. "Since when?"
Marisa froze. "…Since now!"
Reimu sighed, muttering, "This is going to be painful."
Marisa ignored her, turning dramatically toward Chris. "Okay, kiddo! Uh… What is… you… name-o?"
Reimu deadpanned. "Did you just add 'o' to make it sound Japanese?"
"Shh, I'm doing international diplomacy here!" Marisa hissed back.
Chris tilted his head, blinking. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Instead, Reimu and Marisa both heard his voice echo directly in their minds.
'Chris…'
Reimu blinked. "That's… his name?"
Marisa grinned smugly. "See? Fluent!"
Reimu's expression was flat. "He literally said his name telepathically. You didn't even do anything."
Marisa leaned back, waving her hand. "Details, details~. Anyway, Chris, where are you from?"
The boy hesitated. His hand tightened around the golden bear plush.
'America.'
Reimu frowned. "America? Never heard of that nation in Gensokyo."
Marisa scratched her head. "Maybe it's one of those Outside World places. I mean, they got weird stuff out there— like smartphones, and soda, and—"
"Marisa," Reimu interrupted, "you still think a USB stick is a new kind of youkai."
Marisa huffed. "Hey, that thing blinked at me!"
Reimu rolled her eyes, but then looked back at Chris, her tone softening again. "So… Chris. You're not from here, huh?"
He shook his head slowly.
'No…'
Reimu sighed, glancing at Marisa. "Figures. Another lost outsider."
Marisa crossed her arms, smiling faintly. "Yeah, but this one's different. I can feel it. He ain't just lost — he's glowing with some kinda weird light. Almost like…" She narrowed her eyes, watching the faint golden shimmer that flickered around Chris's wings. "Like he doesn't belong to any world."
Reimu's expression hardened slightly. "That's what worries me."
Chris's thoughts drifted faintly again — broken, almost childlike.
'Don't… want to hurt… anyone…'
Both girls froze.
Reimu whispered softly, "...You won't."
Marisa smiled, though her eyes were a little more serious now. "Yeah, don't worry, kid. You're safe here. We got tea, sweets, and a witch who's totally fluent in English."
Reimu muttered, "You're about as fluent as a brick."
Marisa glared. "At least I'm trying!"
Reimu sighed. "Fine, next time you can handle the paperwork when the tengu reporters come asking why a golden-winged foreigner is living at my shrine."
Marisa froze. "…Wait, what?!"
Reimu smirked. "Exactly."
Chris just blinked between them, confused but… smiling faintly.
For the first time since waking up in this strange new world, he didn't feel afraid.
Reimu looked at Chris as she spoke. "So, Ryusei".
She still used that and got used to calling him that over the last few days. "I mean, Chris, can you talk?".
'Yes'. He said to her in his head.
Marisa looked at her as she spoke. "He said, Yes, he probably just doesn't know Japanese".
Reimu then realised something. "Wait, if that's the case... I have been speaking to him in Japanese, how does he know what I am saying".
'I don't know what you have been saying, I just heard your voice and came to you. '
Marisa heard as she tried to translate it. "Ok, I am gonna try my best with this one".
Marisa put her hand on her chin, squinting in exaggerated focus as if she were solving some grand magical riddle. "He said… uh… something about voices and coming to you?"
Reimu blinked. "That's… vague."
Chris looked between them, his expression a mixture of apology and confusion.
'I didn't understand the words… just the feeling behind them,' his thoughts echoed softly, almost like a whisper carried on wind.
Marisa tilted her head. "Feeling? Like, emotion-reading magic?"
Reimu frowned, thinking back. "No… more like instinct. He reacted to my tone, not my words. Almost like a child listening for safety, not meaning."
Marisa snapped her fingers. "So he's basically picking up your vibes, ze!"
Reimu sighed. "Don't say it like that."
Marisa chuckled. "What? It's true! You got that calm shrine maiden aura, the 'don't mess up my donation box' kind of safety."
Reimu gave her a look. "…I should've let Yukari handle this."
Marisa smirked, leaning closer to Chris. "Hey, kid— I mean, Chris. You can understand us through feelings, right?"
Chris hesitated, then nodded slowly.
'Yes… emotions are… louder than words.'
That made both girls pause.
Reimu's voice softened. "That's… kind of sad."
Marisa smiled awkwardly. "Or kinda cool, depending how you look at it."
Reimu gave her a side glance. "Only you would say that."
Marisa shrugged. "Hey, if he can read emotions, maybe he can sense when someone's lying too. That's a handy trick in Gensokyo."
Reimu sighed again. "You mean for you, when you're trying to get out of paying for tea."
Marisa's grin widened. "Exactly!"
Reimu ignored her and turned back to Chris. "Alright then, Chris. We'll find a way to help you understand us properly. Until then…"
She smiled faintly, patting his head gently. "Just stay close, okay?"
Chris's white wings fluttered faintly, and he nodded.
'Okay… Reimu.'
Reimu froze for a moment — hearing her name spoken in his calm, echoing mind-voice somehow felt… warm.
Marisa chuckled from the side. "Aww, he likes you already."
Reimu quickly turned away, pretending to be busy with the teapot. "D-don't say weird things."
Marisa grinned. "Too late, ze~."
Meanwhile, in the Scarlet Mansion.
Remilia looked at the device that the Liberan had made under her request. She smirked as she looked at it. "And with this, the sun will be blocked".
Now what was her motivation for doing this, was it to take over all of Gensokyo, to be the most powerful, to rule
No, it was much simpler them all those reasons, she wanted to walk in the daytime without using an Umbrella.
Truly something that will make anyone face a pawn.
Behind her, Sakuya pulled out a vial of Red Liquid as she gave it to Remilia. "Here's the blood from the girls, we locked off with your sister Milady".
Remilia smirked as she walked to the Machine as she pore the blood in.
Remilia watched as the crimson liquid seeped into the core of the machine — a complex contraption of brass gears, glowing runes, and a beating red crystal at its center. The liquid was absorbed instantly, and the whole thing began to hum with eerie, pulsating energy.
Remilia clasped her hands together and grinned. "Ahh~ listen to that, Sakuya! The sound of destiny unfolding! My destiny!"
Sakuya, standing perfectly composed beside her, tilted her head slightly. "If I may, Milady, your destiny sounds rather like an overworked coffee machine."
Remilia shot her a playful glare. "You wouldn't understand, Sakuya. This is the sound of freedom! The day the sun no longer decides when I can or can't take a stroll through the garden!"
Sakuya sighed softly, as if she had heard this speech far too many times. "And the consequences of blotting out the sun over Gensokyo, Milady?"
Remilia waved a hand dramatically. "Consequences? Details! History remembers visionaries, not nitpickers!"
Sakuya blinked, unimpressed. "It also remembers disasters."
"Semantics!" Remilia said, proudly tapping the side of the device. "Besides, this time, it'll be different. With this—" she held up a gleaming red gem in her other hand "—the Mist Generator will synchronize perfectly. The entire land will bask in twilight forevermore! Truly, a romantic setting worthy of me!"
Sakuya muttered under her breath, "And utterly miserable for everyone else…"
"What was that?" Remilia said, eyes narrowing with faux suspicion.
"Merely praising your ambition, Milady," Sakuya replied smoothly, without missing a beat.
Before Remilia could gloat further, the air around the machine flickered — a strange pulse of golden static shot through the room. The lights dimmed for a moment, and both vampire and maid froze.
Remilia frowned. "That… wasn't supposed to happen."
Sakuya instinctively reached for the knives hidden under her apron. "Milady, something just entered the Mansion's wards."
Remilia's wings twitched in irritation — and excitement. "Oh? Perhaps a new guest has come to admire my genius."
A moment later, the mist swirling through the halls thickened — and deep within the basement, where another presence had been "resting," a faint sound echoed. A soft, ghostly giggle.
Sakuya's expression hardened. "It's coming from below. The same room where we left her."
Remilia's smirk returned, sharp and mischievous. "Well then… let's see if our uninvited guest survives meeting both of them."
She extended her hand, and with a sweep of her wings, the Scarlet Mist began to rise once again.
Meanwhile in the Basement where two girls
One use has Black Circle hair, now tearn Golden Circle because of the other girls, she was wearing what would be normal fashion for 6 6-year-old girl in the 1980s.
She clicked her tongue and held her wrist where the needle had been. "Tch, your sister is Annoying".
She looked like a girl with short blonde hair, red eyes, and a pale complexion. She wears a red dress with a pink shirt underneath, a mob cap with a red ribbon, and white socks with red bows. Her most distinctive features are her large, crystal wings made of shards in a variety of colours and her association with the wand-like weapon, Lævateinn.
[Insert image of Flanders]
Flandre titled her head as she hold one of her plus toys. "Aww, vraiment, mais elle m'a donné un nouveau compagnon de jeu en toi, Cassidy".
Cassidy pointed at her as she spoke. "And I don't understand what you have been saying about this Vampire Language, I just wanna find my friend".
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Flandre tilted her head, eyes glowing faintly with mischief — or perhaps curiosity. The multicoloured crystals on her wings shimmered as she bounced slightly in place, the motion oddly childlike for someone radiating such immense power.
"Oh? Tu n'es pas amusant" Flandre pouted, hugging her plushie close — a battered, yet clearly beloved little doll. "Ça fait des heures que tu fais cette grimace ! Tout en colère et sérieux. C'est ennuyeux ! Tu vas rides !"
Cassidy's glare sharpened. "I'll take you to the rides if you don't stop talking."
Flandre gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Mon dieu! Violence! Je pensais que les humains étaient censés être les plus polis !"
"I'm not human," Cassidy muttered darkly. "Not anymore." She didn't understand what the girl said, but from her words human and her tone she can make a guess
For a moment, that actually made Flandre pause. Her head tilted, and she squinted at Cassidy, eyes glimmering like rubies under candlelight. "Pas humain... hein ? Alors qu'est-ce que tu es ?"
Cassidy crossed her arms, looking away and guess what she asked andanswered. "A ghost. Or something close. I'm looking for someone."
Flandre leaned closer, her grin widening. "A friend?"
"…Yes. My best friend."
The vampire's eyes softened for just a second — then she giggled again, spinning in place with her wings jingling like crystal bells. "Alors peut-être que nous pourrons jouer à cache-cache ! Si vous gagnez, je vous dirai où est la porte !"
Cassidy groaned, rubbing her temples still not understanding. "You've got to be kidding me—"
But before she could finish, Flandre clapped her hands, and the whole basement shifted. The walls bent like mirrors of red glass, and the furniture floated upside-down. A wave of magic rolled through the room as Flandre hovered a few feet in the air, eyes glowing like twin suns.
"D'accord ! Je vais d'abord me cacher !"
Cassidy felt her ghostly instincts flare — pure survival — as Flandre vanished in a shower of red light, her laughter echoing like bells through the distortion.
Cassidy's golden aura flickered as she muttered to herself, "Why… does every time I wake up somewhere new, it's never normal?"
The air shimmered again — the entire basement now a crimson maze. Cassidy clenched her fists, golden static sparking between her fingers.
'Chris… you better still be safe,' she thought, her voice echoing faintly in the void around her. 'Because I'm about to go through hell to find you again.'
Meanwhile outside someone was huffing from running too much
This was Clownpiece as she was taking heavy breaths. "I almost got killed by a knife-throwing Maid and a French Vampire and the kid is not even here, where did he drop".
Clownpiece bent over, hands on her knees, panting like she'd just run a marathon through all three Hells — which, to be fair, she might as well have. Her hat hung crooked, half her stars were smudged, and her torch flickered pitifully like it was out of breath too.
She flopped onto the grass near the Scarlet Devil Mansion's gate, groaning dramatically. "I swear— if Hecatia-sama ever makes me do field work again, I'm setting every door in Hell on fire!"
Her voice cracked into a frustrated whine. "The maid froze time, the vampire tried to bite me, and the other vampire laughed at me in French! What even is this place!?"
She slammed her torch into the dirt with a small puff of fire and smoke. "And the kid! Junko-sama said, 'Find him, Clownpiece! Bring him back, Clownpiece!' — yeah, sure, no big deal, I'll just run across whatever this place is and not die, right?"
Her wings drooped as she stared at the red sky reflecting in the mansion's lake. "Why couldn't it have been a cute mission? Like fetching snacks. Or setting up fireworks. Or, you know— NOT babysitting cosmic golden soul boys."
She sighed, picking up her torch again as she mumbled, "Okay, okay… think. Golden soul, fell from the sky, weird barrier place, angry gap lady energy everywhere… if I were a cosmic golden kid, where would I—?"
A familiar ripple ran through the air. Her head snapped up.
Across the distant mountain horizon, a faint golden flicker pulsed — like a heartbeat of light inside the barrier.
Clownpiece's eyes widened. "Oh-ho-ho— there you are!"
She grinned, the fire in her torch flaring brighter. "Alright, Chris— or whatever your name is— Clownpiece, Hell Fairy of Freedom and Chaos, is on her way!"
She pointed her torch toward the sky dramatically… then immediately tripped over her own boots and faceplanted into the dirt.
She groaned into the grass. "...This is why Junko-sama doesn't take me to serious meetings."
Meanwhile, inside the mansion, a certain Liberian looked at a black-and-gold chained tome as she spoke. "You acting up, why is that".
She has long purple hair, purple eyes, and a distinctive nightcap with a golden crescent moon ornament. She wears pink and white pajama-like outfit with ribbons in her hair and often wears a capelet. Her attire reflects her role as a bookish witch, and she is often portrayed as pale due to her poor health.
[Insert image of Patchouli Knowledge]
Patchouli Knowledge adjusted her glasses, her tired lavender eyes narrowing at the black-and-gold chained tome trembling slightly on her desk. The faint hum of magic pulsed from it like a heartbeat — wrong, uneven, dissonant.
"…You were quiet for decades," she muttered, brushing away a bit of dust from the cover. The golden lines shimmered faintly, almost breathing. "And now you're reacting again… to what, I wonder?"
The air in the Scarlet Library felt thicker than usual — pages of nearby books fluttered open as if stirred by an unseen wind.
Patchouli frowned, sensing the mana distortion creeping through the mansion. "A solar obstruction device… Remilia, what have you started this time?" she murmured, her voice half tired, half curious.
The tome shuddered violently at her touch.
Patchouli's eyes widened slightly as a whisper slithered into her mind — old, mechanical, and distinctly not magical in nature.
> "Subject detected: Human Soul Fragment. Connection unstable. Origin — anomalous realm."
Patchouli immediately withdrew her hand. "…Human soul fragment?" She turned her gaze upward, toward the mansion's upper floors — where Remilia's experiment and that strange blood infusion were taking place.
Her tone dropped to a whisper.
"Remilia, what exactly did you pour into that machine?"
She reached for her wand and, with a slow breath, began chanting a detection spell — unaware that the black-and-gold tome was already opening on its own, its pages glowing faintly with strange, digital glyphs instead of arcane runes.
To be continued
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