Each Painting Has Its Own Stories


Author Note:

It's been a while since I've wrote a fanfic so I hope the writing or grammar isn't too much an eyesore. This story actually has been sitting in my files and collecting dust for quite a while so I thought I might as well post up with what I have. I played the game a long time ago and still generally remember some game events (lol) but this was created before the game version 1.04 update, though I think the story can still work with it.

Critiques and reviews are much appreciated! Thank you~


Fleeting Thoughts on a Moonlit Night

Eve was amused with their new additional member in their little group. Though it seems Garry is exasperated at her flighty nature and making everyone run around all over the place. When it used to be just her and Garry, it was often a quiet and one-sided conversation. Mostly due to her silent nature and Garry awkwardness, not to mention the gap of their age difference can only produce so many conversation without her unable to understand certain things.

With Mary, her loud nature ease the silence and gave Garry the voice he need to converse. Her close age to Eve also made it easy for Eve to communicate more easily as well as gave the friend she needed. Mary was bursting with energy as she dart left and right pulling Eve with one hand while Garry is walking behind them as quickly as he can as well as keeping an eye on their surroundings. Though he prefer they move to the next room and onward, it seems Mary wanted to explore back to the room before they met Mary. And seeing the two girls having so much fun despite their situation, he didn't have the heart to deny them that tiny, comforting pleasure.

They stopped in front of a painting of a tree showering pink petals all over the floor with a hint of the bright moon lighting in the back. Mary hums as she looks at the frame. Eve and Garry saw the painting before but it never cease to amaze them how beautiful it was.

Eve lean forward and points to the painting's name pallet and its little description, "Can you read it, Mary?"

Mary puff up her chest in pride with her hands to her hips, "Of course! It says 'Fleeting Thoughts on a Moonlit Night'!"

Garry hums in amusement, "Oh ho? You're very smart. And what does it say on the bottom?"

Mary sticks her tongue out to the side of her mouth, "Boring words!"

"You mean you can't read some of them."

"Nah uh, I can! It's just boring stuff that doesn't really mean anything."

Mary blinks before her eyes shine as if she had an idea. She twirls around to Eve with her hands clasp together behind her back. Her smile seems to brighten as she twitches in excitement, "Hey! I got a game! How about we tell a story about each painting and what it means?!"

Eve didn't say anything but the way her face lit up slightly showed that she seem interested in the idea of playing. She nods and Mary claps her hands in delight. She turned to Garry and wait expectantly at his answer. The older man shrugged his shoulders. Though he thinks they don't really have time to be playing a game of make-believe, it was still a good way to help the girls take their minds off the horror of the museum.

Mary jump up and down, "Alright! Alright! How about you go first, Eve?"

Eve seem startled at the sudden turn of attention. She softly stammered, "Uhm.. I... Uhmm... I- I..."

The two patiently wait for Eve to start yet the little brown-haired girl cheeks seem to begin glowing the same pink hue as the petals as each second passed by. She finally stops mumbling and shakes her head as she twiddle her thumbs together shyly.

Mary lips puckered up into a pout, "Aww. How about a little itsy bitsy one? It can be short!"

Again, Eve shook her head. Feeling sorry for the girl, Garry clear his throat. The two females turn their attention to him.

Garry gave a light smile, "Then how about I go?"

"Eve gives up her turn?" Eve nods, and Mary pretends to give a heavy sigh, "Oh alright. But then Eve has to do it for the next one!"

Garry looks at the picture, "So I just make up a story behind this painting?"

"Yep! Make it a juicy one!"

Garry glance a funny look to Mary but shrugs off the girl's unusual vocabulary and idioms, "Hmm... Well, it gives a really calm feeling. But given the meaning in the history of this kind of tree... I imagine two lovers who can't be seen in the daylight, arranged a meeting in the middle of the night."

Mary claps her hands and laughs, "Wow! That was really good!"

Eve tilted her head at Garry, "Why can't they meet each other if they love each other?"

Garry blinked, "Eh? Umm... Well, I... Um, there's some love that can't be seen or known."

Eve looks at the painting then back at Garry, "But my mom say love is a good thing. Why does a good thing needs to hide? Is it... a bad thing?"

He scratches the back of his head, "Uh, no. I mean, yes – It's both good and bad. A-Anyway, it's just something I was making up. And it's Mary turn!"

Mary seem all the pleased to have the attention. She pretends to stretched her arms and crack her neck as if she was preparing a show. It was almost natural how the girl walks in front of the two between the painting, as if she was in the stage.

"Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen! Mine is going to be a looooooooooong one. But not a super long one that'll you get bored! Anyway! This is my story!"

- o -

He walked back and forth in anticipation. He was excited. He was nervous. His hands kept rubbing each other out in the cold and then put in his pockets, only to do the same again and again as he paced. It wasn't like this is their first time they've sneaked out to meet each other. They've done it plenty of times when they were children. But to him, every single time, he was reduced to this state of restlessness. Because it was her. Anytime, it was about her, he becomes a muddle of imperfection.

His blue eyes looked up to bright yellow moon shining down. Its color matches his own hair. It was a really beautiful night. Definitely perfect for a romantic late night escapee. Oh, it would be such a scandal and a irresistible gossip in the high society if the two were caught together under the cherry tree, meeting at the dead of the night. He gives a bitter smile and a soft scoff. But it was anything but romantic. Just close friendship.

But it was because he value their friendship. Their tight-knit relationship. Her. It was because he value her happiness the most, he arrange their meetings to be at the dead of the night to avoid her being the target of many jealous women over what could be a little misunderstanding. She always laughed at him for being so silly and over-think too much but, nevertheless, humor him and eagerly consider it as one of their adventures the two always and will have.

He rubbed his hands together again. It was cold too. Germany temperature is not kind even during the spring.

Finally, the laugh he was waiting for echo softly through the night, "Look at you! Jumping and hoping around like a white rabbit! Oh, you are always so adorable as ever, Weiss!"

He turned around. There she is. His goddess. His perfection. His everything. He took a deep breath and grinned, "Fancy seeing you too, Eveline."

- o -

Mary bows, "The end!"

Garry frowns, "Hey, that was like mine except just some changes."

Mary points out, "And longer. Therefore, makes it the best story out of all!"

Garry sighs as Eve clap enthusiastically, "I didn't know this was a competition. But I guess that means we're thinking about the same thing in this piece. That's good."

Mary merely hums as she turns around to look at the painting.

"Well, we better get going. I really don't want to stay in one place too long. Those creepy paintings might come here any moment. Come on, let's go."

Eve and Garry were already walking ahead. Wary, and restlessly reminded of the danger. However, Mary seems to be untouched of the anxious atmosphere. She gives a final glance to the painting before skipping behind the two without a care in this unusual world.