Hey guys! So this my attempt at writing a fan-fiction for The Witch's House. While the tale of an OC coming into the witch's house isn't quite new I'm hoping to give it a fresh twist. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: The Beginning Of Everything

Rain fell on that blood stained day.

A young girl crawled through the forest. Her body dragged against the cold grass, occasionally hitting what was left of her rose barricade.

She was cold; colder than she'd ever felt before. Blood poured out of her broken, aching body. It was hard for the girl to see, but she knew. There was no point in ignoring the obvious.

Dying. She was dying a pitiful, gruesome death that was a direct result of her gullibility and innocence. She knew it, but she could never possibly change it. Now it was too late.

She'd done everything she could, but it simply hadn't worked. The odds had been stacked against her from the beginning. That witch had taken her heart by storm and, in the end, destroyed her very existence.

Now not only was she in peril, but her father also. Who knew what that devil woman would do? She could only blame herself if this ended in his demise. Somehow, in some way, Viola would save him.

If only she knew what events were beginning to unfold.


"What a crappy ending!"

Noelle laughed as her friend Liz finished the last sentence. "The game doesn't end pleasantly so why should a fan's work be done differently?"

"Yeah but…" Liz trailed off, staring at the computer screen in disbelief. "You lied when you said it'd be happy." A hint of annoyance sounded clear in her voice.

"I thought you'd guess at the ending. Besides that, what did you think?" Liz leaned back in the chair, her long brown hair flipping back.

"It was great. You really should post the story somewhere." Noelle shook her head. It would never be perfect enough for the world to see.

Liz grabbed her cell phone off Noelle's desk. A few moments later she sighed. "I've got to go. I have band practice today."

"Okay, have fun."

"Don't get too bored while I'm gone," Liz joked. She got up, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.

Noelle took back her seat at the computer desk. Her smile turned into a frown as she looked over her story. There were a lot of other things she could be doing with her time, like studying for an Algebra test. Instead she had been hard at work, producing what she hoped to be her proudest work.

It was a new tale of The Witch's House. Her own thoughts and creations had been incorporated to construct a fresh new take on the story. For some reason she couldn't bring herself to get rid of the tragic conclusion. In her mind it felt like a mockery of the original.

Yet she wanted everything to change. Sure it was just a video game, but it was a game with a narrative full of unfairness. Why couldn't the poor Viola win or at least keep her life? How could Ellen be so cruel?

That was when Noelle would think of the next question and her imagination would soar.

What would she do if she was in the game?

It was a nonsensical question. The Witch's House was fake, just a game crafted by someone of high caliber. Noelle knew this as much as anyone else. However, she couldn't shake away the intense passion she felt to save Viola. It was so fierce she'd play the game for hours trying to find a method to change Viola's fate, even though there was no possible way.

Nothing stopped her. She'd keep playing until her little brother came in to be a pest, or her parents to scold and whine about Noelle's isolation.

Tonight would be one of those nights.

It was almost midnight. Noelle was where she usually was, strategizing her way through the puzzle orientated entertainment. It didn't take much out of her anymore. She knew about every death trap, every secret, and she had already completed every ending. She had practically memorized the dialogue from each character and knew all their back stories.

"Borderline obsession," Noelle muttered under her breathe. She could joke all she wanted, but she knew it was true. Maybe it was time to find another game. There were others just like this that she hadn't even tried.

One o'clock passed by in a flash. Noelle had just gotten the fake Viola to the Witch's room. She could feel her eyes start to shut. Getting past the fake Ellen would be easy. When you've done something over fifteen times it gets pretty simple.

Minutes later her eyes closed and her head fell to the computer desk. She was exhausted and planned on a short nap before finishing. Tomorrow was the weekend; there was no reason to not stay up as last as possible. A small nap wouldn't change anything.

When she woke up it didn't feel like anything had really changed. Her eyes were still closed, but Noelle could tell she was still in her room.

Not in the chair, however. Her assumption was that she must have fallen off. She was lying up so that was the obvious conclusion.

That was when it happened. Noelle opened her eyes and saw the sun.

What the heck…the sun?!

Her mind went into panic instantaneously. She sat up and looked around.

She was sitting in a field, lush green grass surrounding her. The sky was clear and the sun beat down on her head. Just a few feet away stood a tall evergreen tree. Feet away from her a long row of rose bushes stretched across the horizon.

"This is a dream," she said out loud to herself.

"It's only a dream if you believe it to be," a deep voice said from above.

Noelle jumped at the sound, twisting around to identify who spoke.

"Who's there?" She yelled anxiously.

Noelle turned to look at the tree. She didn't see anyone in there, only a small black cat lying on a branch. Wait… a black cat? Am I having another Witch's House dream?

"It's me." Yes, it was most certainly the cat speaking. Although in Noelle's mind the deep voice didn't fit such a tricky, twisted feline.

So it was all simply a dream. She'd wake up soon or perhaps she could wake herself up.

"Right," Noelle said. "I know all about you. Go away now. I'm going to make myself wake up and when I do you'll be gone. You know why? Cause you're not real."

It was only until she reached the last sentence that Noelle realized how stupid this sounded. Here she was, a young fifteen year old girl with the top grades in her school, yelling at someone who doesn't exist. How idiotic was that?

"I'm sorry, but I think you are mistaken. I am as real as you are. Here, let me prove it."

The cat stretched for a moment, yawned, and stood up. He hopped down the branches until his paws reached the earth. He strutted over to Noelle.

"This will hurt, but don't blame me. You're the one who refused to believe."

Before Noelle could protest the cat raised his paw and, with claws clean and sharp, cut her skin flawlessly.

The girl swore as the pain surged through her leg.

"You freaking idiot!" She put her hand over the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding that had started.

"I told you not to blame me, but now you see. This is all very much real."

At his last words the pain suddenly became unimportant in Noelle's mind. It was replaced by a much bigger matter.

This is the Witch's House, and this is real. I'm in the game.

It felt too good to be true. Somehow and in some way she had ended up here. She didn't believe in fate, but if that was what got her there then she wasn't complaining.

This was the chance of a lifetime. How many people were able to get themselves into a game? It was seemingly impossible and yet here she was. Now nothing was out of Noelle's reach. She could do what she wanted in order to make the story different. The idea of giving Viola new life was becoming a reality.

Her mind sprinted into action. What was important was what had already happened. The first thing to do was ask the cat; no matter how much she hated him.

"Mr. Cat," she said innocently. "Have you heard of a house in the forest? There's supposedly a witch inside of it."

"Since you've just awoken you must not know. You're already in the forest, and the house isn't that far away. However I wouldn't go in there at this time. I'm pretty sure the witch has… other dealings."

There was no reason to listen to him. Who knew what kind of lies the demon cat would spew. If however, what he said was true, then the fake Viola was most certainly in the house.

This was the moment to save the real Viola and, if Noelle could, the real Ellen as well. Her time to show that the ending could be different was now.

"Well even so, I have very important business. I'm sure the Witch will understand." It was best to play dumb for now. Once she got into the house it wouldn't matter.

"If that's your choice, go for it." Noelle chuckled softly. The cat's speech was always a little humorous to her.

"In what direction is the Witch's house?"

"Go north and don't stop. You'll reach it shortly." She nodded and took her leave, not wanting to stay too close to the cat.

It took exactly six minutes for Noelle to reach the dull, gray mansion. It held a certain eeriness and depression she'd felt every time she saw it through the screen. While it didn't appear to be very big Noelle knew better. In this house proportions and realism wouldn't matter.

Slowly she walked up to the house's door. Only now was it occurring to the girl that death would be closer than ever before. This time around there would be no saving or retries. She would have to use her knowledge of game to succeed, if she could.

"I'm coming for you Viola. Noelle is here to rescue you," she thought to herself. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

With that Noelle swung open the door.