Kei-chan speaking~! This is an important announcement!

I do not own Gregory D. Chair. He, to an extent, belongs to PewDiePie. I do however own Woozi~!

Enjoy~!

I awoke to find myself on the cold, stone floor. There seemed to be a hole in the ceiling that let some of the rain in. My head was throbbing something fierce and even though the rain was soothing, I would rather not get soaked by it. I tried to stand but my headache seemed to intensify at the movement and I was forced to fall back to the floor. Twice more I struggled to my feet before I was able to stand. I shivered and took a look at my surroundings. All there was to see were stone walls and a dirt little window. I saw two paths and found one blocked by rocks.

I noticed that there was a trail of pink liquid on the floor. Seeing no better place to travel, I took a quick note in the journal in my satchel. I should follow it. I then proceeded to follow said trail.

I headed down the other path to a long and dark hallway.

Daniel left the blocked path and entered the small room. There was a lone table with a single candle sitting on top of the desk with two drapes against the wall. At least the decorating is nice…I opened the door and collected a cylinder that held tinder. A tinderbox, I believe it is called.

I turned right and keep my eyes on the trail all the way down the hall. After a few steps, my vision was failing, as well as my legs. I became short of breath once in the small hallway and soon it seemed that the walls were closing in on me even though they looked very stationary I inch slowly forward but the longer I stayed in the darkness, the more I felt anxious. It was like a pressure in my head, like someone watching me, and I began to sway in place and I dropped to the ground in confusion. I was forced to crawl the rest of the way back into a better lit area. The pressure receded slowly but I could tell it was much better in the light. I then came upon a long corridor that was very well lit.

I thought I had regained my composure, until a door was suddenly blown open. It made me jump before I thought about what could have caused it. There are no windows down this hall as far as I have noticed…it was an unnatural wind.

I peered into the room and saw only more drapes, another table, some candles, chairs, and a fireplace. Cautiously, I entered the room. Nothing of importance was in this room but a tinderbox. Not wanting to arouse the unnatural wind, I slipped quickly out of the room. Back into the hall, my vision began acting strange once more. I would be annoyed if it didn't worry me so.

Pushing through the feeling, my eyes landed on a case with a glass cover protecting a piece of paper. I thought it best to leave it as I was much to disoriented to break the glass it was under, much less read it. I soon reach a door that revealed large staircase and I would have climbed them had something not caught my eye. Just out of my sight, I say a minute movement.

"Please be alright…" said a small voice. I turned my head to see where the voice had come from and almost choked seeing the little girl hugging a chair in the corner.

"Hello," she said almost in a whisper. I tried to move my feet and after a shaky step, I made my way over to the little girl. She looked terrible; her hair was black and sticking out in every direction. Her face was dirty and smudged with blood and dirt. Even the dress she wore was torn and blood-stained. She looked sad and didn't take her eyes off me. It was a bit unsettling.

"Hello," I finally managed to say. "Are you alright? What is a young lady like you doing here?" Judging by her looks, wherever she came from, it was a struggle to get to this point. She noticeably twitched and I felt compelled to kneel down beside her. I resisted, of course. "Matter of fact, what is this place?"

She looked shocked for a moment and hugged the chair closer to her. "How could you forget this place?" She asked accusingly. "This is the most infamous, secret castle in Prussia." "Gloomy, isn't it?" she small girl commented, guessing my thoughts. "It is an old castle so there shouldn't be much more to expect." She set the chair that she had cradled in her arms down next to her. She turned to the chair next to her and added, "Right, Mr. Chair?"

Did this child really just address an inanimate object? Talking to a chair seemed like a lost cause as they cannot talk back but I didn't tell her my thoughts. I watched the girl twitched and put the chair down and stared back at me. Her eyes seemed to be pitch-black but it might have just been the darkness.

"Comfort comes in many forms, Daniel," She whispered. I recoiled from this odd girl. She knew my name when I have never meet this person in all my life. I also felt a bit guilty for my thoughts seemed to have brought on her change of demeanor.

She twitched again and stood up. Despite her appearance, she managed to smile and took my big hand into her own petite hands. "Daniel, do you remember anything more than your name?" Strange question. But now that she mentioned it, I had no memory of anything.

All I remember is darkness; darkness and my name: Daniel.

"No," I said to her and she sighed. She looked disappointed. "Do you remember anything of importance?"

Her eyes zoned out for a moment as if she were thinking hard. Then she twitched as her eyes refocused. I wonder what makes her flinch so. "I remember only what you find important. Right now that isn't much." That statement managed to be more frightening than the feeling I got in the darkness.

If I had no memories, how will I function? I can't just roam around her without a memory. The girl began shuffling from one foot to the other but her eyes stayed downcast.

I wish she would not look so sad. Then again, this place is absolutely depressing. I tried to change the subject: "I don't believe I got your name, Miss."

She stepped back from me. She then did a make-shift curtsy. "My name is Woozi," She said politely, "And welcome to Castle Brennenburg."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Woozi," I returned. She nodded and turned to pick up the chair, Mr. Chair, and held it to her chest like a dear friend. "You really love that chair?"

"He's my only friend," She replayed simply. She then stood up and began ascending the stairs. Curious, I followed after her. This moment was the moment that Woozi unofficially joined my adventure. I was glad for the company.

She soon dropped into step beside me. I don't know how I knew but I could tell she liked this place less than I did. We soon came to another dark hallway and I began to walk briskly, trying to get through it without it affecting me and succeeded only mildly. Woozi had to half jog to keep up with me and on the other end of the hallway.

"Sorry," I apologized for almost leaving her behind. She simply shook her head.

"Nyctophobia," She whispered, moving closer to me. "You have Nyctophobia." I continued to walk to try to hide my confusion. "You are afraid of the dark. Just like me…" That explained why I nearly fainted in the dark. So we both have this condition…at least I am not alone.

We followed the trail but stopped at a closed door. Upon opening it, I found a well lit room with a large portrait on the opposite wall. We took two steps into the room before the unnatural wind blew out all the candles, darkening the room considerably. Woozi left quickly pulling me by the arm and shut the door behind us. I guess the wind doesn't want us to go there. I stayed strictly on the trail afterwards and Woozi stuck close by my side.

As we walked, I couldn't help but overhear her having small conversations with the chair that she cradled. If she would stop talking to chairs and twitching so much, I think she would be a bit more at ease. I was about to questioned her once more on her decision of bringing Mr. Chair, but was stooped short as a whirlwind wiped up around us. We crouched to the ground as paper, and dust flew up around us. Once it settled, I found my arms protectively wrapped around Woozi as she trembling.

"Let's see Mr. Chair do that," I said smiling gently. I meant for the comment to ease her but it made her clutch the chair closer to her chest. I got up and helped her to her feet as well until she pointed at something on the ground. The grin on her face was what made me look and smile with her.

On the stone floor, lay a lantern. I picked it up and check its oil level. Full and ready for use! I placed it in my bag and crept into a much darker room, forcing me to pull out the lantern and light it. This was much better than wandering in the darkness. The light from the lantern even brought a smile to Woozi's face. We proceeded into another room only to find that the trail ended at a desk with a lit candle and a note. Woozi sat Mr. Chair down in a corner and used him-IT! Used it like an actual chair for once. I collected some nearby lantern oil and read a note that was left.

19th of August, 1839.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink. Don't be afraid Daniel. I can't tell you why, but know this...I choose to forget. Try to find comfort and strength in that fact. There is a purpose, you are my final effort to put things right. God willing, the name Alexander of Brennenburg still invokes bitter anger in you. If not, this will sound horrible. Go to the Inner Sanctum, find Alexander and kill him. His body is old and weak, and yours, young and strong. He will be no match for you. One last thing. A Shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare, breaking down reality. I have tried everything, and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can. 'Redeem us both Daniel. Descend into the darkness where Alexander waits and murder him.

Your former self,

Daniel.

My hands shook as I finished reading. This is…I…I have to murder a man…I don't even… I think Woozi could feel my discomfort because she came over and gave me a hug. I patted her head but it didn't ease either of our distress.

She looked up into my eyes that looked dark blue now that they were in the light. Her face looked deadly grave and the words that left her mouth will haunt me for many nights to come:

"Let's kill Alexander."

I stood frozen as she ran over to Mr. Chair only to find out that an actual person was waiting for her in that corner. I nearly tripped over the desk at seeing a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties at the most. He had on a green sweater-vest over a white, long sleeved shirt under it and a pair of brownish green slacks. He was sporting a pair of wire glasses and a green hat of some sort.

After my initial shock I realized that this man had pulled a lever and a bookshelf opened to reveal a hidden passage. The young man and Woozi were about to walk through but Woozi stopped when she notice me standing still in confusion.

"Are you coming, Boss Daniel?" She questioned. Now where did she get that from? Am I her boss? One question at a time Daniel…

"Who was that, Woozi?" I half whisper. She gave me a hard look and then twitched.

"That was Gregory D. Chair but I just call him Mr. Chair."