Hello, hello! This is Netsunii. Now I know you guys must be thinking, "Hey Netsunii, what the hell is this shit? What about Uncomprehendable, huh? Why would you ship Mary with Eddie?"
I think I really should explain lol.
Well, to be honest, I came up with this pairing while I was trying to sleep. It seemed a bit stupid to me at first, but I added a bit more flesh and bones to my idea, and soon I found myself creating a story to slot this ship into. Plus it really seemed a bit interesting to me at the time, I don't really know.
As for Uncomprehendable, don't worry, i'll be prioritizing it over Roses of Death. I actually don't know if you guys will be interested in this story lol. Although i'm very excited to launch this story, I promise I will try and create content for Uncomprehendable first.
This first chapter is an experiment, to see if you guys are fond of the idea or not. Like I said, I don't know if you guys will be interested in this story.
For now, i'll leave this chapter up by itself for a while and focus on Uncomprehendable first. Depending on your guys' reviews, I will either delete this story or continue it.
Welp, here goes nothing...
Chapter 1
It was a quiet day at the building. Abraham Gray was currently holding a tray with great care, navigating to a certain door. On top of the tray was a plate with a simple cheese sandwich and a glass of water. Once he had arrived at the destination intended, he carefully held the tray with his left hand and knocked onto the door with the right. "Come in~!" A cheerful voice echoed from the other side of the door. Complying, Gray grasped his hand around the cold, metallic doorknob before turning it.
Gray opened the door and went inside the room, before closing the door behind him. He returned his hand underneath the tray and looked up, his eyes immediately landing onto a certain girl onto a bed. She looked up from the book she was holding and smiled. "Hi, mister!"
The girl had messy, blonde hair that reached her waist. She had sky blue eyes that sparkled upon seeing Gray. The girl wore a long, white hospital gown that, unlike many, did not have an opening at the back. She had white socks. The girl also had several bandages wrapped across specific body parts, such as the top of her forehead, the majority of her left arm, her right ankle, and many other places. Any other area that wasn't covered had a very faint red, indicating burns.
Her strangely unaffected original clothes consisting of a long-sleeved green dress with a white collar and white cuffs at the end of her sleeves, a blue neckerchief and black stockings sat, folded, onto a nearby chair. As for her brown school loafers, they were directly underneath the chair.
"Hello, Mary." Gray greeted the blonde, setting the tray down onto an empty cart table, before wheeling it next to the bed. Mary immediately took the sandwich and began eating. "How art thou?"
Mary paused to swallow the bite she took, before answering cheerfully. "I'm quite alright, actually!" She patted her left arm. "The areas with bandages still hurt a bit, but I can do most things without too much pain!" She finished her bubbly status report, before immediately going back to munching on her sandwich. Gray smiled at the enthusiastic reply. Despite everything, she still kept a smile on her face.
"That's good to hear. What wouldst thou like to do today? Wouldst thou perhaps like to color?" He asked, reaching for a box of crayons and a coloring book, which was next to Mary's satchel. It contained a palette knife and a pretty, yellow rose.
"Actually," Mary started, causing Gray to stop and look towards her in interest.
"Could I explore the building?"
Gray immediately choked on the air in shock. Mary, having being caught in a sudden state of shock from his reaction, snapped out of it and immediately turned to panic. She frantically made panicked gestures, saying, "I'm sorry! You don't have to let me! It's okay I don't need to go anymore it's okay please don't die please don't die PLEASE-"
Gray coughed several times, hitting his hand against his chest while slumping forward in a quite undignified pose. Once he had calmed down, he sat up straight and coughed a few more times for good measure. He cleared his throat, attempting to ignore what had occurred a few seconds ago. He looked at Mary seriously.
"Child, art thee sure?" He asked.
Mary bit her lip before nodding.
"Yes, i'm sure."
Mary sighed as Gray left the room. She pushed herself off of her bed and began undoing her bandages, wincing as she did so. When she finished, she walked over to the dusty, white vanity, which was next to a window. She sat down in the stool in front of the vanity, and looked around at the desk for a certain item. She spotted a brush amongst multiple papers, pens and other items that she had no idea of. It wasn't in great condition, but it was certainly usable. She picked up the brush and began trying to tame her messy blonde locks. After a while, she managed to turn her blonde hair into something decent.
Not presentable, but decent.
After that, Mary set the brush down onto the desk and stood up from the seat. She moved out of the chair's way and pushed it back into the small opening underneath the desk. Mary then walked back to the chair which had her clothes and shoes, before picking up the clothing items and placing them on top of the bed. The shoes were placed next to the bottom of the bed. She began to undress, slipping off her hospital gown (with some difficulty - it was a bit too small) and her socks.
She picked up her stockings and wiggled into them, jumping quite a bit to slide them up even further. 'There must be a better way of doing this. If there was,' She thought, finishing the process of putting on her stockings. 'I don't know it.' Mary picked up her dress and slid it onto the top of her head, tugging it downwards so the collar met her neck. She released her hair from the inner back of the dress and slid her arms into the sleeves. Mary twirled around and smiled as she examined her familiar dress. She picked up her neckerchief and tied it around her neck, fitting it underneath the collar. The decorative part stuck out in front of her dress, which really looked quite pretty to her.
Mary then completed the look by slipping her feet into her loafers. She smiled and jumped around in her outfit, feeling comfortable. She walked over to the stool with her satchel and picked it up, before slipping it on. After checking that her rose had six petals and her palette knife was inside the satchel, she turned the flap over, closing the bag.
Mary was ready. She headed out into the hallway, skipping over to Gray. He looked up from the book he was reading. "Ah, finally done, I seeth. Shalt we depart?" Mary excitedly nodded. The reverend chuckled as he shut his book closed. "Then let us go."
Mary bounced excitedly in the elevator as she waited impatiently to start exploring her first floor. Gray smiled as he watched the small, 13 year old silently express her excitement for the occasion. His smile shrunk a bit. He knew that Mary was not prepared to be exposed to the others. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't deny it. He took a liking to Mary, as he did with Isaac, adopting her and becoming a sort of, well, father figure, if you may.
Isaac would be a bad influence and tear her apart immediately, if his urge for killing overpowered him. Daniel might take her eyes with no hesitation. Catherine would be a bad influence. Rachel would most likely be a good candidate, but her "profession" would definitely scar Mary, especially if she found the 17 year-old's stitched-up parents.
The only way he could think of to keep Mary safe yet allow her to explore was by leaving her exploration in the care of Edward. The scarlet-haired boy would surely take a liking to someone his age, providing Mary to do the same. As for Gray himself, he would most definitely keep an eye on the girl in case the redhead wouldn't take a liking to her and try to create her grave.
Alright, it was decided.
"Mary," he began. At the mention of her own name, the petite blonde stopped bouncing and turned her head to him. "Yes…?" She asked. Gray sighed, and then dropped the bomb, piece by piece. "I am afraid that you aren't quite...prepared to explore this whole area. I do wish for your safety."
Mary gasped. "What? Of course I can handle it!" Gray sighed again. "Mary, a child like you is easy prey. I cannot allow you to explore the whole building. There are..." 'How do I say this...' He thought. "...a few bad people here. They will make you feel unsafe and harm you. You will have to explore only one floor."
Mary huffed. "Why do you have bad people in this building? Anyways, I have a palette knife, so it should be fine! I can always talk them out of it, and if they don't agree, I can always leave or fight back, see? I'll be fine, let me explore!" Gray felt distressed. Convincing her would be quite hard.
The argument went back and forth. Mary kept on complaining that she wasn't being treated fairly. Gray kept on telling her it was for her absolute safety. Different points were brought up. Different arguments were thrown about. Mary kept giving reasons, while Gray kept on debunking her reasons with the same argument: he wanted her to be safe. Eventually, Mary gave up.
"Fine! I'll explore one floor. One." She admitted defeat, pouting as she crossed her arms. Gray was relieved and tired out. Finally, she agreed to the very responsible adult. Finally, she saw that he was only trying to keep her safe.
Finally, she-
"But on one condition!" She declared, making Gray immediately deflate from his relief. Oh dear god, what now? He prepared himself for the inevitable. 'Maybe she's just asking a small favor,' He thought. 'Maybe she just wants to do something small on the floor i've assigned her to. Yes, that must be i-'
"Could I explore the floor by myself?"
Gray practically fainted.
It took a great deal of pouting, whining and different arguments of shapes and sizes, but finally Mary was able to convince Gray to let her explore. She stepped out of the elevator feeling triumphant, and turned around to wave goodbye to her guardian. "Stay safe, alright? If I hear anything about danger, i'll be taking you away immediately." He sternly said, but his smile was soft. Mary waved her hand dismissively at him. "I'll be fine! Don't you worry, mister!"
Gray sighed. "Very well, Mary. Please, do not hesitate to leaveth if thee feel uncomfortable." Mary nodded, mentally taking his advice. "Of course!" She replied, impatient to go explore already.
The reverend must have already sensed this, as he let out a light chuckle. "Thou art quite the impatient one. Very well, I shall depart now. Seeth thee soon, Mary." He waved goodbye, and the elevator doors closed. Mary turned around, hardly able to contain her excitement. She looked to her right, noticing some red paint on the wall. The blonde strolled closer to the painted wall and read the letter and number out loud. "B...B4. I-Is that supposed to say before?...No, no, it say bee–four. So B4. Wait, what was I talking about again?"
Finishing her very-confusing self talk, Mary turned around and began walking forward. Something in the water from the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she soon found herself examining the strange thing from afar, crouching down. After a while of trying to figure out what it was, she gave up. "I might have to get into the water to see what it is." She concluded, having come up with nothing else. "Oh well. I'll do it later." Mary shrugged, standing back up and turning back to the south. She walked forward, excited to explore the area.
Mary found herself at the front of a small cluster of graves. The first one she saw was open. A mound of dirt was next to the hole, and a pickaxe was on the other side of the hole. As for the surrounding area, it was quite a standard size. She could tell that the walls expanded from the small opening she arrived through, with two hallways appearing in the middle of both sides, as well as a narrow hallway stretching a few steps from the front of the cluster of graves.
Mary walked forward, feeling cautious. She looked down into the hole of the grave and blinked. She could make out a silhouette of a dead person, with a missing arm. On top of the person's chest, she could make out a shiny item. Mary was, of course, curious, and so she began stretching her arm towards the item to grab it.
Unfortunately, it was too far down.
She tried lying down onto the dirt to reach it, but no such luck. Mary withdrew her arm and stood up, brushing the dirt off with a disappointed expression. "There's got to be a way to grab it..." She trailed off as her eyes landed on the pickaxe. An idea popped into her head, and she reached for the pickaxe.
After what seemed like an absolute, super, duper, long lifetime...Mary was finally able to obtain the shiny thing.
It was extremely difficult, considering that, yes, she does admit that strength isn't the best quality she has, the pickaxe was heavy and it was dark in the hole, after all. But she got the key with Morgue engraved on the side of it, and that was all that mattered. Mary placed the key inside of her bag and turned the flap over. She looked around and noticed a carved stone, much lighter and neater than the others. She walked around the graves, not wanting to disturb the dead, and stopped in front of the stone. It was about as tall as her, and it had engraved writing. Mary read the writing in her head, instead of out loud, as the area slightly scared her. Every noise made her jump, be it from her own or the environment...
Or...something else.
"Graves of the impure," It read. "The ?, unwanted by his master and angels. Await to be purified –– ? to the depths and be buried in the ground." Mary didn't understand some words, but figured that the writing wasn't that important anyway. She turned to the right and walked to one of the doors, before stopping in front of the sign next to it. Mary read the sign. Morgue.
"Didn't I have a key with the same word on it?" She questioned, opening her bag and sticking her hand inside for item. Sure enough, she felt a cold, metallic feeling from her palm and curled her fingers around the thing before pulling it out. It was the key.
Mary looked at the door in search of something to put the key in. She saw a funny shape: a circle with a rectangle connected to it's bottom. Nevertheless, she stuck the rusty key in, hoping that it would work. Mary turned the key with both hands, her breath hitching. She turned it more, and more, and more, until...
Click!
The door opened. Mary smiled and tried pulling the key out. It wouldn't budge. Her smile dropped. Was it stuck? She sighed and let herself inside the room, praying that no one would lock her in.
The first thing she felt was cold.
"Ch-chilly..." She muttered, wrapping her arms around herself. Mary looked around and found lots of large cabinets, one of them open, two open, empty coffins and another one of those stones with words engraved on them. Further ahead, she saw a bridge with pools of water at the side. A large crack was in the wall, and at the left side of the water was a stream of water, spilling from the wall. Mary walked over to the engraved stone and read the words.
"Cleanse thyself. The master expects a pure soul and body."
Mary, once again, didn't understand. She decided to look at the open cabinet first. Walking over to it, Mary noticed something white inside. Immediately after that, she noticed that the air inside of the top cabinet was colder. "Like a freezer. A big, big freezer." She mumbled to herself. With a sigh, Mary shut her eyes and reached inside of the freezer cabinet, shivering even more as she felt the freezing cold hit her hand. She felt around for something, and her fingers brushed over a papery texture. She snatched it up and withdrew her hand from the inside, not wanting to be even colder.
Mary opened her eyes and saw that what she took was a small piece of scrap paper. She noticed words and read them. "Watkin Beckett (36) — POD: B3; COD: Blood loss from bullet wound." "Poor guy." Mary mumbled. "Mr. Beckett had the B4 key on his person, but it has yet to be find. It appears he lost it. *Due to severe injuries, use caution when ? *An arm was lost while being cleaned in a tank." Oh! Mary took the key from Mr Beckett. "Sorry, sir." She mumbled, placing the paper back and turning around.
Mary decided to inspect the crack in the wall and walked past the big cabinets, before balancing herself on the bridge. It seemed that it could break at any moment. She turned to the flowing stream that came from the wall and touched it. Mary blinked as she realized that her hands were covered in dirt from the pickaxe. "Well, I should watch my hands off here." She said to herself, reaching out to the water and rinsing the dirt off.
Rinsing the dirt off made her hands clean again, and Mary smiled. "That's better~!" She then noticed something in the water. "Huh?" She reached for the item.
It was a key, similar to the last one. It read, Graveyard. Mary placed the key inside her bag and looked around one last time. "There isn't anything else that I need, so I guess i'll leave now." Wordlessly, she walked over to the door and opened it, before shutting it behind her. Mary sighed in relief as she felt the cold leave her. She wiggled her fingers and toes before jumping. "Much better!" She exclaimed again, before noticing the other door to her right.
She rushed over to it and read the sign. Graveyard, it said. With a grin on her face, Mary grabbed the key from her bag and stuck it inside the keyhole. She turned it sideways, and soon a click! came from the door. She pushed the door open and felt her breath hitch at the sight.
More graves.
