Night 1 / 5 in a fairly short series after the Vocaloid Eight Night Series. As a big fan of Vocaloid, I've finally decided to do this. With inspiration of listening to the entire Night Series. Seven times during one morning. The roles are indifferent, but faint secrets are hidden within the chapters. Things that differ greatly from the original songs. See if you can find them. It's not that difficult.

All rights go to Hitoshizuku, Yama and CFM for making the Vocaloid Eight Masterpiece this Fan-Fiction is inspired from. Well Done is all I need to say.

Now, enjoy, the tale of a Curse.

Ch.1 = Intro*

Ch.2 = Tension-

Ch.3 = Chorus-

Ch.4 = EncorE-

Ch.5+ = EndRoll-

First Night = Intro

Butler = GaKuPo. Maid = GuMi. Mistress = MeIkO. Lady = LuKa. Master = KaItO. Doll children = RiN/LeN

Villager = MiKu

The curtains revealed their wide horizon and dark trees stretching towards the ominous sky. The moon glowing at its place high in the sky surrounded by the endless amount of stars. On this path of patted grass in a lone forest, a single girl walks clutching onto a letter in hand. A letter that has to be delivered at all costs, to a destination she can't reach before exhaustion captures her.
In front of her, a darkened mansion spreads out in front of her, as if with open and welcoming arms. Shadows are moving inside the glowing windows in masses, as if a feast is active within the building. The girl walks curiously towards the mansion, in need of rest after her departure from the village she calls home. The heavy oak door makes a soft and surrounding sound when the bell handle lashes out at the building.

The music stops within the building and footsteps take a halt likewise. The building is quickly surrounded by a feeling similar to that of the sky, before the door is finally pushed a side faintly enough so the face of a man taller than the Villager becomes visible. She clings to the letter in her hand even more, looking down on the ground right in front of her. She asks the man if she would be welcomed into the house for but one night, to regain her strength.
Without even the faintest hint of hesitation the door opens up to her and fourteen eyes greet her. The Mistress looks at her with a smile and light-chocolate eyes, doing but a faint cheer motion with the wineglass in her hand. The Master, dressed in a large white furry coat sits in his armchair with a wineglass in his hand as well, smiling her way when he sees her. His blue eyes and darkened blue hair from the night light purges deep into the girl as soon as he spots them.
The house is fairly open, with a large golden carved clock standing in-between the staircases. The Maid in the house with, green hair and light-green eyes is tending to it, wiping away the dust from it to keep it shining. The Butler, whom had opened the door to her, shows her the way to the firehouse, where the house's only two children are located. Their golden hair and blue eyes give away their twin genetic nature, but their behavior isn't one matching to the rest of the building. Everyone is sofisticated and elegant, only talking when necessary, while the two twins seem eager to talk to the Villager even though she's but a mere stranger to them.

Guiding her upstairs, holding onto a hand each, the Maid went towards the kitchen with the Butler to continue the preparements for the previous noise.
" We've always wanted company!" The boy with golden hair spoke smiling towards the villager, while nodding towards his sister. The villager felt flattered but cornered by the playfully hidden tone in the boy's voice, his sister only smiling at her all the time.

The mansion had multiple study rooms, a guest room that she was showed to by the two children and a larger dining room, where the maid and butler were working to get everything set up. There in the dining room, the girl was left quickly and mysteriously by the children and as the Maid left her there with but the Butler, the room was quickly filled with silence.
" Shall thou enjoy a night of feast at this mansion of ours while thou is here? After all, it's our duty to show thee the hospitality thou deserve" The girl was pulled back by his oldfashioned word usage in the moder fluent language, yet agreed to his offer. She'd studied the language history in her village, but not quite to the degree he just surprised her at. He bowed elegantly after his question too, raising a higher question in the girls head.
The room lit up and the food was quickly placed on the table by the constantly working maid, a sweet violin music was heard in the background from a pre-recording and the ones living in the mansion entered the room with the two.
" Shall we make merry for the encore of this night?" The Maid spoke happily, giving out a glass of wine to everyone, including the children. Though the Villager declined her offer at first, shy to be getting this unwanted attention by the hosts, the maid insisted on that she accepts. Half unwillingly she was now holding in the wineglass as well, placed at a seat by the table where she stands out the most. The children were soon the first to start eating of the food, while the butler offered their guest food of different variaties, letting her choose what she wanted to eat.

She took but a single sip of the dark and warm red wine in the glass given to her, quickly getting into a better mood and eating with a happy apetite like the others. The music made the activity seem like something everyone here were used to, but she noticed how some seemed to be paying close attention to her.
She drank a bit more and got offered more when her glass ran empty of the flavor filled wine, soon feeling like there was something with the wine pulling her closer to her. Wants her to drink more and more. The boy guiding her with his sister earlier went up to her and asked for a dance that she gladly accepted. Though they weren't moving quickly, the world soon started going eerie around her. More and more of her body told her that she'd had enough of the wine, but her mind stayed intact at the moment...and she took another glass. Though the surroundings were starting to swing forth and back she wasn't bothered by it and talked with the others around her, drinking more.
" Pardon me miss, how are you feeling?" She shook on her head, resting her face in her hands. The world's spinning had finally gotten to her, until she felt as if everything she'd gotten in her during this late night was slowly boiling up her body and towards her throat and mouth once more. Forcing it back as good as she could, the darkness took over and her body grew limb and lifeless. Just as the sky lit up with a roar, her body slammed against the ground with a loud thud. Her shadow stretching towards the wall and the armchair she was sitting in together with the light until the darkness consumed all.

The Master looked at the girl before taking her into his arms, carrying her slowly up the stairs. Tailed by the rest at first, then left alone when but the hallway stood between them and the guest room. He walked towards the room without looking back at the others even once, the door slowly swinging open in front of him as told by the tale, before hiding the room in darkness for the others as he walked in. Leaving the girl in her loose clothing properly tucked in under the warm red sheets and luscious soft mattress.
Heading towards the door he looked at her from outside the room, seeing how she slept in worry. Then, before the door closed...he grinned.

The darkness, infinite. The footsteps of many people heard around her, blurring around her even. Not a single sillouette, no one to lean one, no one to get help from. Her clothes torn enough as it is, the thorns from the masses of bushes and sharp bark pieces that left markings on her body visible to all vacant eyes watching her. Inspecting her. All around her, crawling in and out of her. Dark hollow eyes, and the sparking invisible fire from within the mansion's gathering hall.
The girl sees but a spotlight all around her, and hears but her own breathing and a quiet lot of repeating voices. She shivers in her state, locked to the floor by invisible knots. Forced to lay flat in the center of the spotlight with a trail of red sippering from her. With no strength to open her eyes for even a faint second, the darkness embraces her. Touches her, and carressses her. Frighten her.
Just as the darkness becomes absolute, even controlling the spotlight...she's able to open her eyes for but a brief moment. A cloaked face becomes visible in front of her. A face much bigger than her own, with a pale white skin and hidden eyes. Looking around herself, she takes notice of where she's positioned. In-between the cloaked person's hands, imprisoned between them. As roof and floor unify and embrace one another, the girl sits up flustered in the unfamiliar bed.

The darkness is still all around her, and the mansion is in silence. She crawled out of the bed and placed her bare feet softly on the red carpet surrounding the bed, looking out of the window into the still existing night. Had she been sleeping for a whole day? Had she been out cold for more than that? She can not remember the passing of time. But the moon shouldn't be in the same position as the night she arrived if that were the case. It's burning red color burrowed into her, forcing her to notice the situation.
She remember the overwhelming exhaustion by the end of the evening and the golden hands of the figurine clock at the center of the hallways. Reaching for the candle and matched placed next to her bed, she ventured out of the room and into the pitch black hallway with the light from the candle being her only friend. Where could the hosts have gone? No voices are heard, and no rooms in the mansion could include beds for them. Every room they entered during her guide of the mansion were filled with things for studying or enjoyment...none were for resting other than the room she had been brought to by the end of the feast.
" It's a foul lie" she repeated to herself when studying the clock in the main hall. The hands were glistening in the light from the candle at the XI and close to the XII. The clock had not reached midnight according to the figurine, but something remained off with the clock. It was no longer making the familiar bell-like noises as it did the previous night. It was still. Stopped.

" Hahah!" a girl voice rose from behind her. " Shall we tell you a secret?" She spoke again, in a chorus with her twin brother. She looked behind to see their eyes nearly glowing in their given color, a viscious grin formed from both of their lips. Quickly backing away from the duo, she collided with the wall next to the clock that opened up and swallowed her whole.
The warm feeling of the mansion was replaced by cold and dark stones, making it hard to believe she was at the same building. In despite of the change in sensation, the stones takes shape into a staircase, twisting its way down deep underground in the form of a spiral. Slowly placing a foot on each step she walks further down the staircase, not looking behind her to avoid the looks of the hosts.
But at the bottom of the carved stones her eyes widen with a quiver and blurr, her breathing nearly stopping. Carved out of similar stone as the staircase, multiple chests lay placed in perfect order from smallest to tallest. All with a white cross on top. The coffins lay there still, as does she at the entrance to the more open room.
The voices follow her down into the room, now increasing in numbers to last night's amount.

" My, my...you've found it. No need to worry, for everything will meet the light eventually, if you, the lead role, follow the script accordingly" She stumbles at the word when trying to re-pronounce it. Listening to their voices without turning around, losing all strength in her legs and losing her balance partially. Her heart continues beating heavily to keep her mind from fading, while the tears threaten her more and more.
She needs to get away, she knows that now. Yet the sun won't arrive, and the front door laid bathed in a hollow darkness. She can feel their touch, and hear the rumbling from the coffins around her. Endless thoughts spreading around her, forcing her back to her feet. Quickly past the others before she looks them in the eyes and up the stairs the came. Towards first the clock and then onwards, in hunt of the one thing she brought with her.
If things are like this, then why wouldn't the letter have changed as well. Something as to trigger her return, a key...anything.

" Hurry, hurry, chase down the key to end this nightmare and wake up anew~" Their voices haunting her more and more as she runs towards the room she exited after waking. There, placed on the top of the bed was but a glittering object plunged into the letter she brought with her. Quickly pulling the object out of the letter, she opened it...revealing nothing but a blank piece of paper, completely intact.

The hallway swayed in a mysterious way as she turned around, glimming clockhand clenched in her fist. Searching in her pocket she finds nothing but a bracelet she kept in her hair when on her way there. The bracelet glittered in the light reflected from the night onto the clockhand. A stinging pain surged through her hand and forced her to drop the bracelet. Just as it hit the floor, the sound of shattering glass could be heard in the distance. Over and over again, as if someone was destroying the entire glass supply.
A thin stream of red rolled across her skin from her wrist and down to her elbow, her eyes shivering from the sight. Just as the voice in her head teased her further, she rushed out of the room and past the Lady trying to stop her, while the children stood behind her just watching the villager run past them and back towards the clock. The monitor to the figurine clock stood open, the other hand still sitting there patiantly. Ripping it out of its place, the pair of hands dangerously resembles that of blades.
Rushing blindly towards the door, it remained locked and not budging even as she pushed at it with all her might. A hand stretched itself towards her, a fearful grin to follow when she looked back at it. Quickly flinging the hand at the approaching figure it was sliced open, a thin but wide stream of blood running down the bottom half of the palm and dripping towards the floor. The figure stopped moving towards her, slightly looking worried before starting to grin once more.
She quickly lashed at the figure again, wanting to get away more and more. The blade sunk quickly into the skin and was plunged out of the flesh quickly afterwards. The pool of red quickly spread as the figure fell to the floor, her green hair fouled by the wrong shade of color to match it. A stream of red rested on the Villager's face, stopping her from continuing her sudden spree before the next person tried to come at her. More forcefully than the previous one, in an attempt to stop her before she goes berserk. The children ran deeper into the hallway, away from the Villager whom ran towards the Master, sinking both blades deep into his chest while shouting at herself. Her eyes covered by her hair and tear stained cheeks showing clearly to the others.

As he fell to the floor, the Lady soon stood before her, while the Mistress ran away with the children. Trying to hide them in already realized vain, but still wanted to do it one final time.
" This is not part of the script, you're running out of time"

" I have to get back home" The girl shouted to herself, sobbing as the blades plunged into the Lady as well. Her horrified look being the only thing remaining as her body fell to the floor as well. One person watched the events unfold, without showing anyone else his motives for not getting involved. The Villager thus ran after the Mistress and the hidden children, blind with a lust and rage for being tricked in such a manner.
The hallway ended much faster than she remembers it, the guest room dancing forth and back along with the Mistress and the children hiding behind her. She turned towards the children and kept them close to her as the blades sunk into her back and through her lounges. Leaving her breathless and slowly drowning in her own blood, the villager pulled the children away from the Mistress's 'dying' body. They looked at her, both smiling despite the bloodshed taking place in front of them.
" Nee-san, have you found it?~" They pushed her towards the Butler who'd approached her from behind, trapping her in one final outro before the curtains descends.

Her legs quivered repeatedly without stopping, and as the Doll Boy took the largest of the clockhands away from her, the other was sliced across the Butler's hand. The pain in it letting her escape for long enough to tackle down the Doll Girl. She but giggled at the villager, not scared at all. As the blade was held over her face and the shadow covering part of her foread. The drops of others' blood dripping from it onto her face right before it crushed her skull open and sunk deep into her brain.
" You've ran out of time. Shall we perform a second Night?" The Boy spoke playfully, taking a better grip of the clockhand stolen from her. Turning its side by force and quickly - as the background whitened by the once more roaring sky – plunged it deep into the villager's heart from behind.

" Shall we perform according to the script next as well?"

" Shall the lead role be different or awoken anew next?"

The silence spread across the building, a trail of blood and disaster stretching out in the main hall. A faint applaude can be heard from the darkest parts of the room. A figure cloaked in darkness with a pale face walks towards a letter resting on the floor in the center of a faint spotlight, faintly weeping.
" Quite a performance you have performed tonight" The figure said, picking up the letter and vanishing.

There you have it, Bad End Night in Fan-Fiction style. Feel free to tell me what you think or if you have any critics you like to mention. You can also PM me if you'd like. I'm open to answer to anything. Though please, if you have any complaints, I'd like to answer on them so it would be nice if that was a possibility. I've encountered the problem of not being able to answer the questions before, so I want to be able to do that for the reader's sake. Crazy Night next, look forward to it. It's my personal favorite after Ever Lasting Night in these series, so I'll make it extra nice. Even though Crazy Night and Twilight Night are the ones that are most confusing for me at the moment. Till next time!