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buryyourfriends) wrote2018-04-05 12:49 pm
buryyourfriends) wrote2018-04-05 12:49 pm
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Memory Items
Just a list for all the memory items in Fragile Dreams, for future references and event shenanigans that may come up.
Observatory
Subway Station
Underground Shopping Center
Amusement Park
Hotel
Underground Tunnels
Dam
Underground Duct
Laboratory
Tokyo Tower
Observatory
Subway Station
Underground Shopping Center
Amusement Park
Hotel
Underground Tunnels
Dam
Underground Duct
Laboratory
Tokyo Tower
Observatory
Grandpa's Note
Before, I didn't really care if I was dead or alive. I never considered myself worthy of living. And yet, I knew not even death could atone for my sins. You have no idea how hard it was for me to even write you this letter.
It's strange, really...for having wasted so much of my life...now that the end is finally in sight, I never dreamed I'd feel like this. Only the time I spent with you gave meaning to my worthless life. Only now do I regret that I didn't open my heart to you more. Why is it, as I say goodbye, that I'm brimming with so many things I wish I could have said to you? Please forgive this foolish old man.
Head east of here and you will reach a tall red tower. I can't promise, but there you might find other survivors besides yourself. When I am gone, you must go east. Now go...And Seto...thank you...for everything.
Subway Station
Paper Crane
Hee hee hee! So, dear, what do you want to play next?
Um...Um...I know! Hide-and-go-seek!
You really do love playing hide-and-go-seek, don't you?
Yep! And I like apples and running races, too!
Oh really? But you always come in last place in races.
Yeah, but I still like them! And! And! I love Mommy best!
And Mommy loves you, too.
Hee hee!
Ha ha ha!
Toy
Don't let in any strangers while I'm gone.
Okay.
Don't worry. Mommy will be back very soon. I promise. Has Mommy ever broken a promise to you?
Promise.
That's right. I promise.
...Mommy?
Yes, sweetie?
Come back home quick, okay?
Mother's Shoe
Huh, what's going on? Another earthquake! O-Oh dear! I have to get back to her.
Oh no! AHHHHHHHH!
I have...I have to get home...Hold on...I-I'll be there soon....
Torn Letter
I'd always meant to see you, but now it's too late. The world is over, but might wake up again.
But it doesn't matter. You'll never find this. And even if you do, what will the awakened world be like? Will the stars still be in the sky? Will the moon still shine down on us?
Underground Shopping Center
Dictionary
I flip hundreds of pages to no avail.
Oh, how do I possibly express this feeling of remorse? Nothing fitting comes to mind. It seems no word in this book could possibly do it justice. No, it's something more than that...These familiar pages only offer empty promises. Words themselves hold no true meaning anymore...Much like my unfulfilled dreams. I no longer have any need for impressive words. This simple one will do.
'Tomorrow'...doesn't even exist.
Game Cartridge
I named my character 'AAAA.'
At the time I didn't really care, but halfway through the game, when I thought about changing it, I realized that I was actually pretty attached to it. Despite your bizarre moniker, you still saved the princess and had the king hailing you and your stupid name. Come on 'AAAA.' Are you really going to vanish like this? Are you okay with ending it all without even saving the world, stuck with that name?
I'm sorry, 'AAAA.' I should have thought up a better name for you.
Cracked Milk Bottle
If we worked without ambition, spent our days with time on our tails, never thought we were happy and will now disappear without leaving any memory, then what...just what...was the point of us?
Cellphone
Oops, its already recording! Okay, um...I'm on my way out to say goodbye to this world. I might not make it very far, but even if I only make it one step, so long as time permits me, I want to see this world with my own two eyes. I want to leave proof here that I existed in the world. So, if there's anybody listening to this, please remember me. Remember that I was alive.
Dang, that was pretty gloomy...I should've left it on a more positive note. Ack! I'm almost out of t-
Amusement Park
Dog Collor
It was a gloomy, overcast day. Even though it was threatening to rain, you took me on a longer walk than usual. When I looked up at you, you seemed so sad. When we got home, you dropped to your knees and hugged me tight. I wagged my tail, hoping to cheer you up, but the sorrow never left your face. And then, suddenly, tears started falling from your eyes. I licked them for you. They were salty. You stood up and waved your hand. I barked in reply.
And as you slowly turned and walked away, tears began streaming from my eyes as well. I licked them, too. They were salty.
Class Picture
To live free of regrets. That was my greatest goal in life. And I've followed through with it so far. I have lived my life without regrets. I did well in school and I joined a prosperous company. I never had financial problems. I could afford whatever I wanted. Sickness never visited my door. I never even had to reason to go to the hospital. Truth be told, it was an all-around good life. At least, it was supposed to be. Yet here I am in sorrow. As I inch ever nearer to death I realize I have no one to share it with.
...I'm scared.
Ramune Bottle
Whenever I drank one, I always wondered how they got that little marble inside the bottle. When I put the bottle to my lips and turned it upside down, the marble would block the soda. But without the marble, I guess there'd be no point to the drink. I wanted it out, but it was stuck in there good. I could only touch it with my tongue.
This is probably one of those things they call 'completely out of reach.' A wish never granted. This may have been my first lesson in that.
Deflated Balloon
That was a lot of fun, Mommy. Now let's go back home to Daddy. Something about the clouds looks so menacing and smoky gray. The black crows have begun to caw. We have to hurry home. Mommy in my right hand and my balloon in my left.
What happened? What's going on? Where'd my mommy go? Does anybody know? Anybody? My balloon and me. Alone and afraid. The butterflies flew and I lost myself as I chased them. Alone and afraid, I stuffed them in my pocket.
I stop where I am. I stare at my trembling hands with eyes red from crying. I really am all alone now. So let's go home. We'll tell Daddy all about today. Even the cawing crows have left.
Broken Bomb Detonator
I was planning to kiss this world goodbye, but I guess I'll be going first. I don't even have to flip this switch for the world to say adios. If you're holding this detonator now, why not try pushing the button? I bet this ruined world will only rot further into decay. If you're tired of looking for survivors, go ahead and push the button.
Think I'm bluffing? Just try me.
Dirty Shoe
I scaled that hill in these dirty shoes. But if this is what reality holds, I'd rather have never known. I'd be happy climbing this hill, never knowing anything. No real summit...An endless mound of earth.
Nothing. Nothing at all. No hill. Nothing ever there. Not even my birth. No value. No reason to live. No reason to even die. This prayer without answer from a god who never even existed.
Hotel
Ring Pillow
Father?
Everything worked out at the hotel. They said we can hold the wedding there.
Really? That's wonderful! I'm so happy. What's that?
A ring pillow. Your son brought it over and told me to use it in the ceremony.
I'm sorry, but...it just looks so familiar to me...
Hee hee! Oh you. Don't tell me you've forgotten.
Wait a second...is that the same one we used?
None other. It's the same one you used on your wedding day. See? Here's your initials embroidered on it.
Well, I'll be.
It's funny...Who'd have ever guessed I'd have your wife's initials?
...I'm so sorry it had to end up like this.
Please, don't say things like that. There's nothing to apologize for. I really am happy. When it comes down to it, I'm getting a whole new family.
A new family, huh...
Father, I just want to thank you so much.
What for?
For raising such a fine son. And...for accepting me. I just know we'll be happy.
Key to the Chapel
Dad's Ring
Wedding Bouquet
Mug
Torn Picture 1
Torn Picture 2
Torn Picture 3
Torn Picture 4
Self-Help Book
Underground Tunnels
Seven Colored Bells
I looked upon those seven girls no longer breathing. I recalled the world "deathbed." In that bright white alley, they lay there lifeless. I don't think to explore the cause behind it. Death cannot be overturned or reversed. It stays right where it is. It doesn't go anywhere.
The only reason I spilled tears was because of the wretched shape I was in. I had no memory of being loved. Especially not at first glance.
The day they were welcomed into their homes, they were given heirloom bells. It proved that they were loved like family. In all my days, I'd never been given a bell.
And yet here I was, alive, while these girls, who were supposedly loved unconditionally, were dead. It might have been poison. Perhaps even disease. Maybe I, too, would be whisked off by the cold wind of death.
Either way, I was alive.
A part of my heart scoffed, "Serves you right. Just look at the evidence. You ridiculed me, and I survived. You paid the price of cruelty with your lives. Behold! I'm alive."
But no matter how much I yelled, none of them opened their eyes. And my tears didn't stop.
As I picked up one bell after another off the floor, I swore to myself that I wouldn't grieve over them. Not after I'd endured such suffering my whole life. I had the right to mock their life and death. The sound of the bells that were not mine echoed in vain through the air like the tolling bells of a funeral.
Red Bell Anri
Blue Bell Fleur
Worn Date Book
Radio
Dam
Compass
Hey, where're you going?
I'm gonna go explore the dam.
Huh? But Mom said we can't go out today.
What? Why not?
I dunno, but...something about how now that we can understand each other, we uh...gotta be together as family.
You idiot. There's a lot more on your mind that you're not saying. Wait...how come I even know what you're thinking?
'Cuz. It's like I said...this is something big.
Well, I don't get it. Either way, I'm going.
But..wait!
Don't tell me you wanna come with me?!
I do!
I'll be honest with you. You're stupid and a bother. But today, I can tell you're really serious.
I am! And I will keep up!
Secret Map
Glittering Stone
Cookie Tin
Worn Out Dog Collar
Pendant
Underground Duct
Purple Bell Silvia
Dawn was just about to break and the subdued rays of morning light were finally spreading across the sky. I was taking my time, strolling through the bustling scene of the early hours. The clamor hurt my ears. Angry shouts rang from the main street, while flirts could be heard in the alleys.
I avoided the hubbub on my way. Just being in a foul place like this made me remember the life I'd led.
There was a shop with its door propped open. The music that wafted from within was not what you'd consider uplifting. The sign by the entrance was half-shrouded in dark.
The 'Silvia' adorned it.
"Boss, I think you've had enough," a sweet voice said from behind the bar.
The bartender was a long-haired woman in a sleeveless dress who was leaning against the wall.
"I know it's up to you, but I think you've been hitting the bottle hard lately."
The voice was young and lited, like of a male cat calling to a female.
"I think it might not-"
"Rika." A glass clattered hard against the bar's surface, cutting her off. Silence followed.
"Fine...Don't listen to me then."
The girl behind the counter took the glass to fill it, but grumbled in disapproval.
"I'm just saying this out of concern for you. You look exhausted these days. And the last lady to run this place...Well....you know."
"Rika." Again the glass hit the counter. A cigarette was lit. "Once your done, you can leave for today."
"Whaaat?"
"Do you want me to fire you?!" The woman bristled with anger, but the girl named Rika only shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't say that. If you deserted me, I'd be all alone."
The glass she placed on the bar didn't smell of the pungent alcohol. It was a white liquid.
"The last owner of this place died from alcohol poisoning. I don't want that to happen to you. See you tomorrow..."
There was the sound of high heels approaching. I darted behind the sign.
"Huh?"
Rika looked up and down the alley bathed in morning light.
"Silvia?"
I already knew who she was calling to by that name.
Rika gave a heavy sigh for the first time and dragged her feet down the dirty street. It was only when she was finally out of sight that I made up my mind. I'd never heard how Silvia had been brought up before she died. She was so shy and quiet, there wasn't much to say about her.
She was the one girl I didn't hate.
But now I was going to steal her name. At first, I thought it was revenge. It had to be. Revenge against them for living better lives than me. And it was revenge against my own cruel fate.
Step by step, I made my way through the half-open door into the shop and whispered. "Mama."
The woman was slumped over the bar, the same as when Rika first left. She sluggishly hoisted herself up to look at me and shook her head as though she wasn't sure what she was hearing. I whispered once more, "Mama."
That's when her barren eyes, laced with crow's feet, wrinkled in a squint.
"Oh...so it's you."
She laughed with tears in her eyes.
"You poor little thing...You look just the same as when you first came here."
Something about how she said that made her sound like Rika.
"Where have you been? You've been gone for so long....What have you been doing with yourself? Here, drink up. You can have this, it’s your favorite. I’ll give you whatever you need. Anything at all.”
“There’s a good girl.” She cooed in a slow drawl, offering me the glass. I wonder if Silvia was served warm milk like this the first time she came here.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered for the first time to myself.
I am Silvia. Silvia, with her purple bell. The little girl who was held close by Mama in a small downtown bar.
Yellow Bell Lotte
Orange Bell Bisque
Silver Bell Chris
Pink Bell Maria 1
Pink Bell Maria 2
Baby Sock
Ledger
Laboratory
Scientist's Mug
Here you are.
Thanks. Mm, smells great. I swear, you brew a mean cup of joe.
You can thank the coffee maker for that.
Nah, it's more than that.
I don't have time for this. Please get back to your work.
Aw, come on. You deserve a coffee break, too. Join me.
No, thank you. I have duties to attend to.
Always the diligent worker.
Compared to your idleness, perhaps, Doctor.
The team doesn't need a dimwit like me to get the job done right. They're plenty smart enough.
But, doctor. You were supposed to be one of the finest in the world.
Yeah. That's why I think they made a mistake.
Hardly. All you lack is the drive.
I don't prescribe to the 'where there's a will' belief.
Doctor.
I know, I know. I've still got a job to do. So I'll do it.
In that case, would you please get on with it?
Journal
Assistant's Cup
Withered Plant
Tokyo Tower
Sedative
Every day time passes like normal. People wake up and go about their lives like normal. Night comes like normal. And everybody sleeps like normal.
I can't do things like normal. So, I guess that makes me a little weird. I don't remember how I got to be like this. I'm not sure when it started. But one day, I finally realized that the nights seemed to last forever.
At first, it didn't really bother me. It wasn't anything to worry about. But I think I'm losing my mind. The medicine the doctor gave me is starting to wear off. I finally understood what they meant when they said that trying too hard to sleep only ends up making it more difficult.
So, after endless, futile attempts. I just gave up trying to sleep altogether. But walking around town in the dark doesn't seem to be helping much, either.
Guitar
Tailored Jacket