A/N: Hey! So I actually started this story a REALLY long time ago and finished it a few months ago, but I never actually typed it. If you don't know, I like to write my stories on paper first, but that usually lead to me either never typing them or just taking forever! So this story is based on the RPG game The Witch's House created by Fummy. If you haven't played the game I suggest you do! It's a great game and it's free. There will be a few alterations because I want to make it a little different from the game, but a lot of it is the same. I hope you all enjoy it, and if you do, please leave a review! It's nice to have feed back. Also, I'll try to upload whenever I can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid or the Witch's House

Warning: Spoilers for the game The Witch's House

Rin's House

The only sound he heard was the wind howling. As Len Kagamine awoke, he found himself in an unfamiliar forest. There was a note lying on the ground beside him.

"What am I doing here? I… can't remember what I was doing." The boy picked up the note and read it.

mind if you go to her house, but just stay away from the forest. Hope to see you home soon.

-Miku

The top half of the letter had been ripped off. "Hm, even though it says to stay away from the forest, I'm kind of already here. Nothing bad has really happened, other than getting lost I suppose. I hope I find Miku soon. Maybe she can explain why I'm here." With that, the blonde headed in no particular direction looking for an exit. He came across a path that was blocked by an enormous rose bush. "What to do. I really don't want to stray from the path…" He spotted something shiny in the bushes. "What's that?" He ventured over to the object and found resting against a tree, a machete. "This should work!"

Len returned to the bush and took a swing at it. He didn't even make a dent. "I guess I'll head the other way on the path then." He turned and followed the path in the opposite direction until he came to another rose bush, only much smaller. He chopped it down in a matter of seconds. "Alright! Huh?" He looked down at the tool in his hands. "The machete broke. Oh well, it's done its job." Len left the broken tool on the ground and continued along.

As he continued north, he approached a large, deserted looking mansion.

"Woah…"

"Yo!" said a voice.

"Wha-?"

"What brings you out to this neck of the woods?" Len turned to look where the voice was coming from. It was a cat! There sitting on a tree stump was a black cat talking to him!

"Um, uh, how-?" Suddenly, the door to the house opened.

"You gonna go in? Might as well since you're not going anywhere!" the cat said.

'How did he know the exit was blocked?' Len wondered. He decided not to worry about it. The cat has probably been stuck here too. Since there really was nowhere else to go, Len cautiously entered the house, not knowing what awaited him.

In the first room he entered, there was a pool of blood on the floor and a lone note on the only door. He avoided the blood and approached the note.

COME TO MY ROOM

"Strange…" he said aloud. He entered the next room. There were two end tables with pretty flower arrangements. The lighting in the house was dim and haunting; it sent chills up his spine. He decided to head to the right and look in that room first. Then he went straight to the next room instead of heading down the long hallway to his left. In this room, there was a desk with a book on it titled Witch's Diary. Len chose to read it.

I was sick, so no one played with me.

My father and my mother didn't love me.

"What? Could this be… a witch's house? I should be very careful. Who knows what kind of tricks and spells they could've cast." He then took notice to the giant stack of presents in the corner of the room. Lying on top of them was a teddy bear. He decided to take it in case he needed it. "It's cute! Huh? What is that?" By the desk, Len saw a small cabinet. He tried to open it, but it was locked. He looked closer and saw some fine print on the door.

OPEN WHEN THE HOUSE RETURNS TO NORMAL

"So I was right." He decided this was important and would remember that. Len exited the room and traveled down the long hallway next. He entered the door to the right. In it was a basked with a teddy bear in it. There was another note on the wall.

BEARS IN THE BASKET

"Oh? Would you like to join your friend?" Len said to his bear he had found. He tried to put it in with the other one, but it did not fit. "I guess you'll have to stick with me for now." He returned to the room with the flowers and continued on to the next room except-

"Hey!" said the black cat. "I thought I'd follow you, just for laughs!"

"Um, sure… I'll see you around…" 'What's up with the cat?' Len entered the room to the left. There was another door. Hoping to be able to move on, he tried it, but it too was locked. He saw a pair of scissors chained to a desk. "What do I do with these? I can't even take them with me." Len held the scissors in one hand and the bear with the other. Then he noticed that there were dashed lines printed on the teddy bear's fabric legs. "Oh? Should I cut these off? Maybe you'll fit in the basket that way." He decided it was best, so he cut off the legs and headed back to the basked room. The bear he had easily fit into the basket now. Then he heard an unlocking sound from somewhere.

"Could that have possibly unlocked that door?" He headed back the way he came. In the hallway, a bear paw print was splattered in red against the wall. As he continued walking, ignoring the creepy paint, the grandfather clock struck the hour. Just as Len entered the next room, the lights flickered and a vase shattered on the ground. Wanting to leave the room as soon as possible, he took a step forward, only to start being chase by a giant bear! Len ran for his life to the next room. "Help me!" he called to the cat, but it only sat and laughed at him. He eventually reached the room and slammed it shut behind him. "That was too close!" he gasped for air.

After he had caught his breath, he decided to peak back through the door. There bear was gone. Only the cat remained sitting peacefully.

"Hey! What was that? I could have been killed by that thing!" he yelled at the cat.

"Yeah! You should have seen your face!" that cat said with a smirk. Len sighed and continued back to the room. There was something different. There scissors were covered in blood.

"But… it was a teddy bear… right?" Len shook the thought out of his head. As he thought, the door was unlocked. He entered the next room which was a large dining room with a table in the center with tea and sweets set at every place. If this had been a normal home, he would've felt like he was at a tea party. But it wasn't like that at all. There was also an abundance of wine bottles stored on shelves on the walls and a large fireplace filled with soot. Len saw a note at one of the chairs by the table and read it.

TASTE POISON

"Key word there; poison. That is not happening," said Len. He looked across the table at the skull shaped bowl containing a green liquid practically screaming 'death'. He simply walked past it. Len had a choice of two doors to go through. He chose the one on the far side of the room. When he walked through the door, he found himself back in the main entrance.

"Woah!" said the cat, "Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry!" Len said. He headed back to the dining room and into the other door which had a note on it.

THE COOK IS BUSY. LEND A HAND.

Len entered the room to find a small kitchen. There were bugs and mice skittering across the floor. "Ew…" He approached a cutting board with a knife moving up and down, presumably cutting something. 'It's someone invisible…'

"Hello?" Len said.

"Ah… so busy…" the invisible person said.

"Would you like a hand?"

"Oh, thank you!" An invisible hand grabbed Len's wrist and shoved in onto the cutting board.

"Wha-?"

"A hand is exactly what I needed…" Len screamed as the knife was brought down on his wrist. He felt the pain as everything went black.