Matryoshka
A Miku and Megpoid/Gumi Fanfiction
By Nagone
Summary: Kalinka. Malinka. Just play the chord.
Pairing: Miku and Megpoid
Genre: Horror
Rated: M for character death and gore
Author's note: This was a fun little horror piece to write. "Matryoshka" is one my favorite songs by both Miku and Megpoid, so it was really enjoyable to write this small, quick vocaloid fic. I hope you enjoy.
The cranky breathing of an organ churning out music poured through bright white room. Other than the bare floor and walls and the cranky sound of music trying to escape the ancient instrument, the only true decorations were two petite girls with pale white skin hidden beneath hooded jackets or red and green.
The sound was like a heartbeat, thudding slowly but surely as an unseen hand cranked the gears.
And then it begin.
It was slow, but sure. The keys struck and the two girls jerked to life, their eyes wild and crazed. The music sped up and suddenly, a brash tune struck. They looked at one another and clasp hands, dancing wildly across the room, their feet smacking the ground as they twirled and spun one another into the other's arms.
The tune continued, their dance growing more and more wicked by the minute. One of the girls with a mop of green upon her crown, spun her counterpart, a girl with two long tails of teal extending from her scalp, in quick circles. Their eyes met, enchanting red-green iris crashing into haunting yellow-blue orbs. The girls snickered and held each other close as the tune sped up even more, the key altering and turning from a minor to a major to a minor once more. The girls cackled as their dance turned from jerkily graceful to a foolish jig, their legs and arms flying in artistic slopes and kicking semi-gracefully as the tune climbed to the climax. Their lips met and they kissed passionately, spinning one another and whipping their bodies back and forth as though possessed.
As soon as the tune reached its fastest tempo, the two girls snapped.
In a sudden bought of sickening grace, the girls turned on each other and begin to beat one another with their fists, although their vicious movements mimicked a rather macabre dance in and of itself.
They tore hair from each other by the scalp, littering the ground with bits of green and teal. They kicked at each other, the audible sounds of their insides cracking as they stumbled towards one another, the other trying hard to destroy their counterpart. They stabbed at each other with sharp nails and gnashed their teeth, biting at the stray bits of exposed skin until it bled black and glowed with a red-hot heat.
As the tuned winded down, they slumped to the flood, their bodies coated in blood. Gears emptied from their wounded chests and arms and legs, popping out onto the flood in a mess of a substance akin to oil. A soft clap resounded in the now still air as the two girls collapsed into vicious seizures, their lips quivering as more of the black substance left their lips, coating the flood beneath them in black.
The claps stopped and a man walked over, his movements falling soundlessly in the room. He propped the girls up against each other, the gore hardly phasing him. He simply pulled a pair of silver scissors from his pocket and snipped each girl open from temple to toe with a methodical, medical quickness, pulling out a fresh, slightly smaller version of the same, identical figure from each, identical down to each hair. He laid them down next to one another as though they were sleeping, lifted the two broken Matryoshka dolls up into his arm, and exited the room.
And with a sudden burst of renewed energy, the organ began to croak once more, making a vapid attempt to churn out a new tune.