Now, this isn't my first crossover-rodeo, so this is something entirely familiar of me to do.
Why did I choose Ruka from Fatal Frame. Well, one, Ruka is not sociable as she should be, but she isn't stupid. She's literally been through Hell and back, fighting against the odds of homicidal phantoms and entities wanting to rip her to shreds. She is a capable character, mostly basing her survival on wits and discovering. Second, Ruka is just so KAWAII DESU YO~. (oh god, what the fuck, brain?)
REMINDER: Ruka Minazuki is NOT MY CHARACTER.
Case Number: 661
Patient: RUKA MINAZUKI
Admitted to Institute: 2008. 12. 12 - present.
Patient Age: 19
Sex: Female
Observing Physician: Dr. Howard O'Brian.
Therapy Status: Patient has become relatively calm since the last session in June, completely harmless. Morphogenic Engine still show no effects whatsoever, may be due to her rare disease in the brain. Patient is highly aware of surroundings, and is capable of day-to-day activities. Patient is showing remarkable healing in her therapy.
Diagnostics: (5 Years Ago,) Due to a traumatic event that resulted in her mentally-ill Uncle murdering the Minazuki parents and only Sister, when she was 7 years of age, Patient had been severely unstabled and wild since being obtained and admitted to Mount Massive Asylum. Patient continued to constantly speak of a 'Lunar Eclipse Ritual,' but no such event occurred. Delusional, the Patient has obsessive compulsion disorder of collecting masks family sends her via mail, as a way to keep connected to the Moon, and to hide her face from reflections. Patient also crafts her own, when given permission, and is not to be alone, due to discovery of self-infliction.
Interview Notes: Compared to 5 years ago, Patient has now become immensely stable and calm. She begins to accept the fact that her family had died tragically, and plans to move on from the past. Despite tremendous turn-arounds, Patient still suffers from rare disease of Luna Sedata Syndrome (Getsuyuu Disease,) still acting out oddly and still suffers incredible symptoms, such as memory-loss and sleepwalking. This disease is not harmful, and does not seem contagious, but another female patient complains about being unable to see her face clearly anymore. I pardon that witness.
Since she had been seen as mentally stabled, Ruka's physician had allowed her to do more outdoor activities. She was allowed to go outside often, instead of being held cooped-up inside her cell everyday. She still had to remain where the other female patients resided on the outer-perimeter, though. Ruka has been silent for days, as she had begun to find herself quieted with the nonsense of the other patients' talk. Many of the female patients didn't like one another, finding each other as a threat or competition. Not to mention - capable killers or fighters that could slaughter each other like a pack of wild cats.
Most of the women were bald, due to intensive pulling of the hair during chaotic episodes. Some had short hair, like a man's. Ruka was the only one that had hair long enough to touch and brush her shoulders. Since she had stopped pulling her hair one year ago, her Physician wanted to see if she would be capable of letting it grow out. Sure enough, Ruka hadn't pulled her hair out since, caring for it instead. This was another small success for her Doctor to take note. Ruka's self-inflicted wounds began to heal since the last therapy session. Still risen on her skin, but no longer scabbing. Another minor success.
"You!" One of the older female patients, thin and frail, bald and red-faced, barked at Ruka's direction. "Whaddya lookin' at, with them big, brown eyes, huh?! You think you can see my Husband's ghost, right?! Well, ya can't have him, ya little tramp!" The woman gave Ruka a hard glare, practically glossy like daggers. Ruka took no offense, actually use to being yelled at this particular woman every single day. The crazy old bat could, apparently, see her dead husband's ghost floating around, and he has a wandering eye...
"Time to go back inside, ladies!" A guard outside yelled, standing at a tall, guarding post, a loaded rifle in his hands.
Despite all the small protests the female patients gave, they were escorted back into their Ward, so that the men could come out to the courtyard. This was necessary precautions, because unlike the hissy, paranoid women, the men were just downright horrible. They were vile, they were wicked, and they were more capable of killing. If those men were released into the courtyard the same time with women...
"Hey, you! Minazuki!" A guard stopped Ruka midway through the hall, handing her a closed book. "One of the boys outside said you forgot this."
Ruka made a confused face, staring at the brown-covered book with unsure eyes. "That's not right. This isn't-"
But the guard grew impatient and just shoved the book into her hands anyways, before marching off to watch the other patients.
Of course this wasn't her book. She didn't even have a book with her outside to begin with. But, she decided to leave it as it was, not wanting to be difficult.
When Ruka was brought back to her assigned room, she sat down and opened the book to see what novel it was genred as.
My dearest Ruka,
Was the first thing that jumped out at her. It certainly rose her eyebrows in shock.
I hadn't even known about you, nor seen you before, until today.
Thank God I looked out my window to see you...
You're so beautiful, my dear. I would have gone to introduce myself, hadn't these whores kept me back. Rules! Pah!
You sit alone often, don't you, darling? In that courtyard?
You must be waiting for me out there, to sit next to when you're lonely...
Don't worry, though. When we finally meet, you won't have to be alone anymore.
- Eddie Gluskin.
Ruka would have gone to report this, to an official that was in charge of the Male Ward inmates, but... she didn't want to get in trouble, either. There was a strict policy for the inmates to not allow any gifts or sharable items to be passed along to one another. Especially between the Male and Female Wards. If an official knew about this book, Ruka would be in more hurt than trouble...
There was nothing else in the blank book, other than a well-drawn sketch of herself on the other side of the disturbing letter. Whoever this Gluskin fellow was, he had an amazing talent for art. She slid the closed book underneath of her pillow and went back to her desk, to make yet another mask out of cardboard and paper.
"Do another test. Something isn't ticking right..."
"Sir... We ran the Engine about 4 times now. Clearly, there are no effects."
Within the Underground Laboratory, many tests and such were being conducted on Ruka again. Another sit-in with the Morphogenic Engine again, and nothing felt different. The nurses took Ruka aside to check if there were any difference in her eyes, skin complexion, or her mental state. So far, everything was just the same as the time they begun. Ruka was completely fine.
"It's that disease, Sir." One of the scientists answered. "It's got to be the answer to our issue."
"Ruka, eyes up," Steve, one of the Head Scientists of the Laboratory, ordered the young woman, once the other nurses were done checking up on her vision. Ruka did as she was told, looking at the older man in the eye. "Answer this one question, then you get the fuck out of this lab," He then asked his question slowly, and painfully irritably. "Can you. Control. Your. Disease?" Ruka shook her head firmly. "Are you lying to me? Because if you are..."
"NO." Ruka answered with her voice booming loudly, annoyed of the scientist. "I want to go back to my room." She requested with a fold of her arms. "Howard said that I needed to do another procedure today with the psychological testing-"
"Blah, blah, blah," Steve just cut her off rudely, turning to walk away.
Ruka fumed. How dare he be so disrespectful? Steve was always like this, that fucking asshole.
"You're done here, Ruka." He lastly announced, while the double doors automatically slid open with a soft hiss, presented with two guards that were her escort.
She gave an annoyed sigh before walking herself out with the other men.
Up the old elevator, awaiting to hit the seventh floor, Ruka couldn't help but stand there and think about tonight. Compulsive over the scheduled moon-phases her calender informed her of correctly, Ruka knew that a full moon was tonight. She smiled excitedly to herself, unable to help but bounce on her toes. She just loved the moon with all her heart. Her only salvation to escape the world for those few nights of moonlight to wash over her, and gift her the lost memories she couldn't remember before. If she could stay up those two days of a full moon, then she would. She was just praying for night to arrive fast.
When the familiar elevator bell made the loud ding, one of the guards pulled open the gated elevator door, and Ruka was escorted to her assigned room. Arriving to the door, the men felt nonchalant about being safe. Honestly, out of all the patients there, Ruka was the only one that wouldn't do anything stupid to cause a fuss. So, they simply unlocked her door with a key, while she stood behind them with no restraints, opened the bedroom door, and let her walk in without any bother. See? What a good girl she is! Once inside, Ruka heard the door behind her shut and lock tight. The bedroom lights automatically switched on from the outside hall.
And when the lights came on, Ruka spotted something off. She was an OCD fanatic, that would know if anything was moved, touched, or even budged. And what she saw on the middle of her bed was... another brown-covered book.
Ruka made an uncomfortable stare to that book. Was this another of Eddie's love letters? Because she KNEW that she didn't leave any book on her bed when she had left her room to see the console. A little off, Ruka decided to confront the book herself, marching over fast to snatch it in her fist.
When she opened it...
Your room is perfect.
Her stomach dropped.
I had no idea you were such an avid crafts-girlie for masks. Your unhealthy, compulsive hoarding of those masks is just so adorable!
Oh, but, PLEASE don't wear them often. I̶̷ ̶̷h̶̷a̶̷v̶̷e̶̷ ̶̷t̶̷o̶̷ I NEED to see your face everyday, every minute.
I'm sorry I went into your room without asking you, darling. I just had to know you better.
You know how a man gets when he wants to know a woman. Of course you do.
We have so much in common, we were just meant for each other!
Please, please play me a song on the piano. Please, please, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-
Oh, you just make me want to work for it, you minx.
I promise, though - when it's time to finally meet,
We will be absolutely perfect.
- Eddie Gluskin.
Ruka panicked now, but, oddly enough, not out of the intense fear of a stalker. No, no. It was the fact that SOMEONE was in her ROOM, and just TARNISHED her intensive cleaning and organizing! She threw the book across the room and straightened out her bed-blanket fast, to make sure it looked just the way it was before she left her room. She frantically looked around her room to check and scan anything that looked an inch or minimized-inch off. She breathed hard. Oh God, why would this man do this to her? And on her very special night, too?!
She tried hard to make the panic subside, clutching her hands over both sides of her head, eyes clenched shut, and breathing as deep as she could to calm down. She made a throaty whine when she noticed that her window curtains were closed. Even though it was still the late afternoon, with the sun still shining bright, Ruka decided to go open them, to prepare for the night. Yes, perhaps that will calm her nerves... Just prepare for the full moon. All the tension will be washed away once night arrives with the precious moon she so dearly loved... The reassuring thought made her smile slightly, at least.
When she pulled open the curtain to her window, she was presented with the sight of-
A dead, bloodied white dove was attached to the inside of her bedroom window. It was dead by a broken neck, with its belly sliced open and emptied of no organs or intestines. Blood dripped and oozed from the beautiful dove's corpse thickly onto her window sill, seeping down to her carpeted floor, staining it. The dove was heavily masked onto the window pane, with too many long strips of clear duck tape. Surrounding the dove's small body was a large heart painted in its own blood.
And below the bird's carcass, there was a torn-out piece of notebook paper that was also attached to the pane with a dozen strips of tape. It was all scribbled nonsense that looked like it was a mountain of just the same request repeating over and over again.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
My bride.
My Wife.
My angel.
My slut.
My soulmate.
My heart.
I FUCKING HATE YOU.
I love you.
You're my baby girl.
YOU ARE A FUCKING WHORE.
Why don't you see me like you ought to?
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Be mine.
YOU ARE MINE.
DIE, ALONE.
I want you to HAVE MY BABY.
I WANT YOU.
You're so cruel.
I WANT YOU TO BE MINE.
Ruka.
Ruka.
Ruka.
RUKA.
Ruka.
RUKA.
"Knock, knock, Ruka," Dr. O'Brian entered the room before knocking. "Ruka, it's time for that test- What the FUCK?!" The Physician dropped his clipboard in utter horror, seeing the dead dove, the blood, and the sight of his beloved patient smearing her flattened, thin palms all over the blood to rub it all over the window pane, surrounding it all around the bird's taped carcass.
She looked absolutely possessed doing this, saying not one fucking word, and not even realizing the fact that her parent-of-a-Physician was standing right at her opened bedroom door. Ruka viciously smeared more blood onto the tripled-window pane, pressing her palms extremely hard against the tough glass to paint out her boiled emotions. She stuffed her hands into the opened belly of the dove to coat her hands in blood, and continue her sadistic painting, crimson glossing over and over the glass.
And that was when she noticed someone outside the window, standing right at the bottom of the Female Ward building.
A man, tall and pale, just standing below the building's architect, and grinning away to the message Ruka was giving this stalker.
"NO." Ruka suddenly wailed, slamming the heels of her palms onto the pane wildly, still screaming. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO. NO."
"Restrain her!" The voice of a random staff member blared out, before grabbing Ruka by her slim shoulders to pry her back from the window pane. "Ruka! Ruka, stop it!" The same man called out, as another male nurse assisted, trying to pull her out of her room, as she thrashed, screamed and kicked as they did, swinging her arms and slapping them in the face with her blood-soaked hands.
"No, don't take me away!" She suddenly panicked, halting her attacks. "Th-The moon! THE MOON IS FULL TONIGHT! DON'T TAKE ME AWAY!"
As they yield Ruka and carried her away from her room, down the hall towards the elevator, Dr. O'Brian was left to let out his mortified and betrayed emotions in silenced frustrations. He trusted Ruka to not burst out of her safety shell, that she was doing so well to keep snugged in. But now, she wasn't going to see daylight for... who knows?
