While I was walking I decided to start with a gear check. Maybe I should have done this earlier, but oh well. So, as I walked the lonely road, I looked over what I had. Let's see: Clothes, Cloak, Blonde attached to my arm, Gray string on my left pointer finger (wait, didn't I take that off?), and a pair of sunglasses. I was bored, so I decided to try talking to aforementioned blonde.

"So, what is your name? (After all, you did attack me last time I asked…)" I decided it would be easier if I didn't have to try to figure out what 'MfMma' meant. So I pointed out "It is easier to talk without my arm in your mouth."

She finally stopped eating my arm to say "I know, and to answer your earlier question, my name's Rumia." Well, this narrows it down to three options as to what has happened. I could be hallucinating, or dreaming. Or, something very, very, VERY strange is going on. I hadn't realized o was thinking aloud until I heard "Is that so?" from behind me.

"I think so; I'll be able to narrow it down by the end of the day. And before you ask; yes, that is so and I'll do it by looking for a winged flying pancake." In response to her weird look all I could think to say was "what? They seem to be a running theme in my dreams and hallucinations."

I spotted a red archway thing up ahead and decided to see what was at the end of that side path. "Actually, I've been meaning to ask you, what is with the cloak?" I have no clue currently, but I think it is acting like my hoodie normally does. "Is that so?" …I'm thinking aloud again. I'm gonna blame it on the head wound.

I reached a fairly worn down building at the end of the path. I stealthily opened the door and snuck in. As I was closing the door I saw a black and white blur flying towards me. I'm not really sure what happened next but I know something wooden flew through the door, impaled me (along with the door) and kept going. After that I'm looking down on a scene of a black and white clad witch looking at a broom stuck in a door. I figure out what is going on right before she says: "Well, how am I going to get this out, ze?"

"Why should I care?" She turned around quickly and pulled out a hexagonal glowing thing (… a furnace maybe?). "Before you ask, I said that, I don't know who I am, and I think you just impaled me with your broom." At this point a VERY annoyed looking red and white clad girl walks in yelling.

"MARISAAAAAAAAA!" The witch tries hard to hide, and fails, epically. "I don't mean to interrupt, but, could you help me move this door?" This new girl tries to figure out just what I mean by that. "You know, the door currently lying in the middle of the room; the one pinned down by a broom?" Eventually we manage to move the door and broom.

Underneath the door there was an ash outline of my body. "Well, that certainly explains a few things." The overly dramatic "Is that so?" from the doorway told me that Rumia has decided to find out what had happened. "Well, it proves that I'm at least part vampire. Hmm… is there a shaded place where we can put what's left of my body?"

I guess when she said I probably wouldn't like the one place she could think of she was understating. I will never discuss what happened while I was locked in that room with Mima. Ever. I will say that I will never be able to eat anything green again.

Once I climbed out of that hole (in addition to vowing never to return) the girl who had introduced herself as Reimu decided I needed to know how to dodge things. "And luckily," she said, "today just so happens to be the first day of-"

"!"

Oh dear me… I guess I have to; they won't let me in until she leaves. And so, we find our hero standing in the middle of a yard, dodging bullets, wondering what's for dinner. Afterwards I went in, ate, and collapsed in the middle of the floor. The last thing I saw before I drifted off was a purple gap-thing appear in mid air and a blonde head stick out and ask: "So, there they are, has anyone touched the grey string?"


AND THUS, the plot begins. Hooray! also, prepare for things to get wierd. oh and I will explain why anyone may seem OOC in the next chapter.