Hello everyone! Your favorite crazy goth artist/author Roseru here! This is my world, Capturing Dreamland. Here, you can find anything, and I mean anything by me (and probably by friends if I feel up to it). Check it out! And yes, I will probably post trash on here.
Things to know about me:
Name: Roseru, or Night is fine
Age: 13
Gender: I'm a girl...duh
Birthday: June 4th
Ethnicity: Chinese (If you're racist, get out)
Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox
Western Zodiac Sign: Gemini (No, I don't have an evil twin...or any twin at all)
Interests: Manga, drawing, goth things, writing fanfictions, singing
Personality: Free, rebel, gothic, quiet, a bit funny and uh...well, you'll find out sooner or later.
Anime Interests: I love Shounen with all my heart. As for Shoujo, as long as its funny and doesn't have like, too much of a soap opera plot, I'm fine with it.
Writing Interests: Basically any fantasy...outside of fanfiction writing of course
Singing Interests: I have one word for you: VOCALOID
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To make navigation around this world a bit easier, I got a few links here to the fanfictions I've written so far so you aren't wasting your time finding stuff on here.
Trick and Treat
(Original Song by Rin and Len Kagamine)
The white long marble hallways of the Hatsune Estate were empty. There was no one in the hallways engaging in small talk, no servants running around to make a great hustle and bustle. Everything was silent. In a small room, located at the end of the massive second floor, a young girl sat, her long teal pigtails surrounding most of her body. She was quietly holding two small dolls in her hands, one of a boy and one of a girl. The buttons that made the eyes were carefully sewn on, the black and red clothing was worn from all the attention that the dolls got. However, even though the young girl holding the dolls was playing with them, she didn’t seem very happy about it. In fact, she looked downright disappointed, until a servant-a babysitter-came into the room holding a stuffed bunny. The little girl immediately brightened and threw the other two toys on the ground, cuddling with the bunny, leaving the two rag dolls lying forlorn on the ground…
Miku gave a little jolt and looked around her, confused. She was sitting on a large white cushion in an extremely large and gothic style room. Two other people, a boy and a girl, were standing by two huge wooden doors, their backs turned towards her. Miku rubbed her head a bit. How on Earth did she get here? The last thing she had remembered was walking into the forest late at night…she shifted on the cushion unconsciously, and a squeal of protest broke through the silence of the room. Immediately, the two other figures in the room turned around with inhuman grace in Miku’s direction, wide smiles on their pale faces. Now that Miku got a good look at them, she deduced that they had to be siblings of some sort. Both the boy and girl had straw colored blonde hair and bright, piercing blue eyes. Miku squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as she continued staring at the two. One of them-the girl-broke the tension was a high peal laugh, the sound echoing around the high ceiling room. “Oh, we must stop staring at her, Len! We are going to frighten her terribly.” She walked over to Miku and without a second thought, took the other girl’s hand and kissed it with extremely cold lips. “So sorry, Milady.”
Miku blinked twice at her, and than at the boy-Len-who was still standing near the doorway. “Milady? But…I don’t know you.”
The boy’s smile slipped from his face for a mere instant, but than came back just as quickly. “How regrettably unfortunate,” He said, bowing, though his tone suggested that he did not think it was unfortunate. “Our Lady seems to have gotten amnesia…right, Rin?”
His sister let go of Miku’s hand, and smiling, stood. “Yes, it is unfortunate. But you don’t need to remember who we are. Only that we’re going to have fun with you!”
Before Miku could comprehend what Rin said, both the siblings clasped hands and than said simultaneously, “Let’s play a game!”
Rin skipped off into another room connected with the first one, and in a matter of seconds, came back with an extremely long gray cloth. Still smiling, she gave a nod to Len, who grabbed Miku’s hand and quickly spun her around until she was facing him. From behind her, Miku could feel Rin placing the cloth over her eyes, bounding it repeatedly over her head. Though the girl couldn’t make any sense of what was happening, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she knew these two from somewhere, but she could not remember. “W-What are you doing?” Miku asked, shuddering as the world went black around her.
“An illusion game!” Rin responded happily. “Right, Len?”
Her brother nodded-though Miku couldn’t see him do it-and took a stick from his pocket. He placed it into Miku’s hands and asked, “What is it?”
“A stick?” Miku replied, confused.
“No, you know that’s what it is. I’m asking your imagination. What is it?”
“I…” Miku was at a loss for words. She had no clue what these two siblings were getting at, and she still couldn’t shake off the feeling that somehow, somewhere, she knew these two. With a start, she felt Len whisper in her ear, “Let’s pretend it’s a cinnamon stick, shall we? It will be much more fun.”
“That’s right!” Rin chimed in, grabbing Miku’s face and turning her head a bit. “You can feel the syrup, can’t you? You can feel it…feel it…feel it…”
Somehow, Rin’s voice began fading away into the dark, and Miku became absorbed in a strange euphoria as she closed her eyes involuntarily. Dimly, she was aware of Rin still chanting something, though it sounded far off. However, as it kept on going, it suddenly became clearer.
“It’s only an illusion. Don’t get lost in its depths!”
As quickly as the euphoria came, it was gone, and Miku snapped back to her senses. What had just happened there? Instinctively, her hands went up to the blindfold over her eyes and she began trying to take it off. Rin’s hands suddenly clamped on top of hers and the younger girl chided, “Don’t take it off Milady. You’ll forget all you’ve seen once you do…”
Len, who had been standing by and watching the whole time, now came over to Miku and-still grinning as usual-taking both her hands, dragged her over to a bed on the far side of the chamber and shoved her onto it. Unable to stop herself, Miku fell on with full force, and her face immediately buried itself into something furry. Furry? Since when were mattresses…? Miku raised her head and as she did, a slip of the blindfold in front of her left eye fell off, letting a bit of sight come through. She was lying on her back on the mattress, and right next to her face was a teddy bear, except there were two things that were quite strange. One was that this little bear astonishingly resembled the one she had as a little girl, even the torn part of its ear was there. The other thing was that a knife-a real one-was protruding from the belly of the animal. With growing puzzlement, Miku turned her head around a little bit, and realized that there were stuffed animals surrounding her, and each bore a shocking resemblance to the ones she had played with as a young girl, and each had a knife buried deep within their fur. What was going on? Miku heard a bit of laughter in front of her and raising her head, saw Rin and Len sitting next to the foot of the bed, right next to a group of candles that reflected eerily on them. She immediately noticed the siblings’ shadows, which rose behind them. Except…they weren’t ordinary shadows. The shadows bore a vague resemblance to two small dolls, and as Miku stared at them, a jolt ran through her head and for a brief second, she saw herself as a little girl, cuddling something in her arms. When the pain subsided, Rin was kneeling right next to her on the bed. “Oh, it came off.” She muttered. “Well, there’s no point now.” With a single florid motion, she tore the blindfold off of Miku’s face, throwing it onto the ground. Miku gave a sigh of relief, thinking that it was over, but than Len came up next to his sister and said in a no-nonsense tone, “You’re such a horrible kid Milady, waking up so soon like that.”
For some reason, Miku found herself smiling at that, and when Rin saw it, she clapped her hands delightedly. “You’re so sweet when you smile like that Milady!” She exclaimed, but than, her next few words rang in Miku’s ears, making her close her eyes as the wave of pain came. “So…will you give it to me?”
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes again was orange, a bright, vivid, hypnotic orange. It was Len’s eyes that were emitting this color as he leaned closer to Miku, grinning. “Why do you tremble like that, Milady? Is something the matter?”
Rin knelt closer too, her eyes also that same orange color, “I hope not,” She said smoothly. “because I want you to give it to me now.”
“W-What?” Miku stammered, frightened by the change in the twins. They still had the same old friendly manner, but there was something added to that friendliness now. There was a strange aura of death emitting from them.
“Don’t ask questions,” Len replied, extending his hand, as if he expected Miku to hand him something. “You just have to give it to us.”
As he finished speaking, Miku realized that Rin wasn’t next to him anymore and her heart jumped as she realized that the other girl was behind her now, wrapping her hand around Miku’s back and clasping the rose that was pinned just above her heart, a sly look on her face. “Yes…” She rasped, clearly gleeful. “Give it to me…”
As Miku stared at both of them, the world suddenly began to spin in front of her eyes. All she could see was Len and Rin’s hypnotic gaze as they stared at her, waiting. Than, suddenly, the rose petals from her dress flew off and she pitched forward towards the ground, seeing nothing but blackness…
Days later, a hunter walked into the forest next to the village, searching for meat. In the damp early morning fog, he saw a figure collapsed against a tree. Alarmed, he ran over to the figure and saw a strange sight indeed. A girl with long teal ponytails slumped against the trunk, dried blood oozing from her lips. On the ground next to her, placed in each of her hands, were two rag dolls with blonde hair and bloodstained clothes.
They say that I plant hands in my garden. Yes, hands. You have not heard me wrong. I know the thought that’s going through your brain right now. This girl is insane. Who would plant hands in their garden? You believe that every word that I speak to you now is all lies…or is it? I don’t even know myself now, what is true and what is false. But that isn’t going to be of any consequence to you, once you hear my story, the story of a young teenage girl who lives in Kyoto, Japan. Don’t back away when you feel the chills going down your spine or that tingling sensation filling your head, because you too, have entered the place known as the Fear Garden of Rin Kagamine.
“Rin, are you home yet?”
I quickly opened up the kitchen cabinet above my head and threw in the soil pot that I had been admiring. “Yes!” I called out, sitting myself down at the kitchen table and placing my folded hands on my lab, smiling angelically as I waited for the back door to open. In less than a few seconds, it swung open with a loud creak and Len jogged in, his spiky blonde hair whipping around his face as he gazed intently around the kitchen, as if looking for something out of the ordinary. Of course, I had made sure that he wouldn’t find anything. All he’d see when he got home from his musical rehearsals would be his twin sister waiting for him. He would have been very profound to even have the thought cross his mind that his older twin sister could be capable of what I was doing. “How was rehearsal?” I asked, sipping a cup of tea.
“The usual.” Len replied, taking off his shoes and pulling up a chair beside me. “Everyone’s rather tense for the upcoming performance tonight though.” He than looked at me carefully, his bright blue eyes penetrating right through my skull. “Why did you drop out anyway?”
“I told you already.” I sighed, doing my best to be exasperated. “It’s only the two of us that are taking care of the household most of the time, with mother and father off who knows where. I don’t feel safe with leaving the house vacant for so long.” It was an acceptable excuse, and in my opinion, one that made sense. After all, I couldn’t tell him the real reason that I stayed home by myself those quiet, long three hours. And of course, Len fell for it. He nodded, absentmindedly. “Yeah yeah…I get it. Hey, you are coming tonight aren’t you?”
“Well of course!” I exclaimed. “I plan to enjoy myself a lot tonight.” I placed a slight emphasis on those two words, though I doubt he’d catch my meaning. What did he know about my true intentions?
Len nodded and gazed at the kitchen clock that hung on the wall. “I’m leaving in an hour to help set up. Performance is at seven.” With that, he stood up and slid in his chair. “I’ll be in my room getting ready if you need me.” Without waiting for a reply, he turned away and walked down the hallway, hands stuffed in his pocket, whistling like nothing in the world bothered him. The minute he turned away, the twisted smile that I had sought to contain spread like a flower across my face. I resisted the urge to chuckle, and instead directed my attention to the clock that hung above my head, waiting for the minute hand to move to tick off each second of the hour of doom. You might think that I grew very impatient, those sixty minutes, but I was not. No, on the contrary, I was quite enjoying this wait. Let my brother and my friends savor these minutes. I thought to myself. After all, the time is approaching.
Finally, at long last, the minute hand reached twelve for the final time, and from the floor above, I heard a thumping noise as my brother ran down the stairs, dressed in a sailor outfit for the play. “I’m off!” He called hurriedly as he rushed across the kitchen, though he didn’t bother looking at me, before throwing the back door open and plunging out into the cold winter air. “Don’t forget to come to the show!” The door flew shut, cloaking the kitchen in the cape of night. Before I could stop myself, a low chuckle formed at the base of my throat, and my skinny frame shook. Than, a full laugh emerged from somewhere deep within me and I threw my head back, laughing that terrible laugh that sounded both sweet and devious at the same time. I was still quaking with laughter a few minutes later, and so enveloped was I that I forgot what I was going to do that would cause me such pleasure. I threw open the back door myself and ran off into our backyard. I didn’t bother looking around for Len, he wouldn’t be around anyway, I knew that. Hurtling over the fence that separated our yard from the woods behind, I crashed into the trees, running at a high speed. Seconds later, I emerged in a clearing lit by the moonlight. Save for a few weeds, the clearing was empty, devoid of any plant life of any sort…for now. But I knew, without hesitation, once the night was over, I’d have my flowers, but not flowers of the regular sort. Oh no, I wouldn’t be pleased with just that. Placing my hand in my pocket to make sure what I wanted was still there, I ran off, this time headed for Seiyuu High, the school that I attended. As I made my twists and turns around the alleys, I kept my eyes open for a certain person, knowing that I’d find her somewhere in these alleys. It didn’t take long to find her, walking slowly all by herself on a dark, uninhabited street.
“Miku!” I called out from behind her, still keeping my hand in my pocket. “Hey, Miku!”
The girl in front of me jolted, but than turned around, her blue hair creating a tornado around her. She relaxed immediately when she saw me. “Rin!” She smiled warmly. “Off to see the performance?”
I nodded. “Yes, I wish you well in it.” As I said those words, I slid my hand out from behind my pocket, still holding the object, and hid it behind my back in such a fluid moment that no one, even the person with the sharpest eyes, could have seen it. Miku certainly didn’t. She laughed, carefree as usual. “Yeah, I hope I don’t mess up anywhere.”
“I’m sure you won’t…” I said in a voice slick with honey. At that moment, I pulled my hand out from behind my back, the knife I held glittering. “Because you won’t be going to the performance!” I was on her before she could even react, watching as blood splattered everywhere down her side. The last thing I saw before I grabbed what I wanted and ran away was Miku’s empty blue eyes gazing lifelessly at me. One down, five to go, I thought, humming to myself. I placed the arm that I had taken into the bag that I carried and wiped all the blood off from my being and the knife before placing it once again in my pocket. I made a few turns down the streets and suddenly found myself on a brightly lit street with shops lining every side. I slid carefully into one of them, a bar, and without so much as a breath, I darted through the building and shoved open the door to the rooftop, for I knew he’d be there. I let my control die away than. So what if he heard me? He would never tell anyone. Making it to the top of the stairwell, I shoved open the metal door there and stepped out once again, into the cold night air and the bar rooftop. Kaito stood there, near the railing, twirling a broom in his hand and staring off into the distance. He must have heard my loud footsteps on the stairwell for he turned around. “Rin…” He muttered disapprovingly. “Just because I work here and you are my friend doesn’t give you the right to barge in and interrupt my job.” He waited for my response and when I simply continued walking towards him, Kaito tipped his head. “Is something wrong? You’re not…” His eyes widened with fear when I gazed straight into those dark eyes of his and I raised my knife right to his face.
“Oh, nothing’s wrong with me Kaito.” I muttered sweetly. I pressed the sharp point of the weapon right up to his cheek and let it slide slowly down, creating a streak of blood. “But as for you? Oh, I can’t be too sure.” Without a warning, I grabbed his throat-he couldn’t scream or else I’d be caught-and effortlessly slit it. His fresh blood oozed down my hand slowly, but I didn’t mind. Once again, I cut off both his arms, put them in my sack, and threw the rest of his mangled and twisted body over the railing into the street two stories below.
You must be truly horrified by now, aren’t you? I would most certainly love to continue telling you in depth what happened that night, as I slew four more people that I called friends, but there’s not that much time for me left, so I’ll leave it at that. However, before we depart, I will tell you what did happen after my mass murder spree.
The house was dark, cold, and silent when I entered through the kitchen door nearly three hours later. The first thing I saw was Len sitting in his seat, hands folded, a gloomy look on his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked, even though I knew what his answer was going to be.
He stared at me, standing in the moonlight eerily, my silhouette reflecting in the light. “No one but me came. Everyone vanished.”
“I know where they are.” I admitted shamelessly. “You don’t have to worry about them, I know where they are.”
“You do?” Len immediately jumped up. “Where?”
“Well…you’ll soon find out once you join them, won’t you?” I asked, gazing at him before the gleaming knife came out.
So, there you have it, and now, I must go. To where, I don’t know, and I also don’t know what will become of me. However, if you’re still wondering whether what I’ve told you is the truth or a lie, than listen carefully. I have two pieces of evidence that you can find easily to help you come to your conclusion. The first one is that if you should ever go to Seiyuu High School, you’ll find Miku, Kaito, Len and everyone else who fell victim to me that very night, long ago. They’re still there, perfectly unharmed. Now you must be thinking that I’m a great storyteller, no? Well, I still haven’t told you the second piece of evidence. Go to my house-you’ll find it-and look in one of the kitchen cabinets. You’ll know which one it is, because it has a hand sticking out of a pot of top soil…and the bloodied cuff of a boy’s sailor uniform…and if you listen carefully, you can still hear the laughter…the laughter of a young girl…
It is a law among all creatures, whether they know it or not, that dreams must follow certain regulations. All dreams in the dreamworld must be dreamed by someone and all must have something-or someone-who inhabits the dream regularly. And while it is not a rule, all dreams do fade away at some point or another, vanishing from the dream world.
However, there was one dream that was quite odd. It neither obeyed nor disobeyed the laws of dreams. Now, this dream was a small one, virtually nonexistent in the dream world. Nobody remembered who had dreamed this small dream, but it was known that the dream had been in the dream world for quite some time, longer than most actually. People might enter this particular dream now and than, but in the end, they'd always leave and completely forget about the dream. Now, the little dream-as we shall now refer it as-was growing quite lonely from all the neglect. How do I keep people within me? It wondered to itself. Surely enough, an answer came.
The little dream decided to keep everyone that stepped into it and capture them within its boundaries forever. These people that became part of the dream for a time would be part of the dream for the rest of their lives. They'd never go back to the real world, never waking up. Forever they would stay in the pretty little world that the dream created especially for them.
Our little dream thought that this idea was perfect. There would never be that aching sense of loneliness again. Never again would this little dream feel the pain and the hunger to have someone or something to become its company. It would be forever in the wake of friends...Or so the little dream thought. What this little dream did not know was that something, yes something, was about to go very wrong in the world that it so painfully created. And that the people that it lulled so carefully and precisely into the dream were not the kind of people that it would want...and so it begins...A spade, a diamond, a club and two hearts...trapped in Wonderland forever...
Your favorite crazy goth artist/author Roseru here! This is my world, Capturing Dreamland. Here, you can find anything, and I mean anything by me (and probably by friends if I feel up to it). Check it out! And yes, I will probably post trash on here.
