A/N : This work was for the Ghost Hunt Fanworks Weekend Prompt (ghosthunthq on tumblr). Each chapter name is a song of the game Deemo that inspired this fic, and just as the person that submitted the prompt, I also highly recommend listening to the music pieces ;)
He was alone somewhere he had no knowledge of. There was nothing, as if he was on a blank page. Oddly enough, a few music sheets were lying at his feets. He bent to take one and as soon as he did, a wind rose from nowhere and the other pages flew high above him. Then, his surroundings were painted black and the wind stopped. Now glowing spheres slowly floated upward. With a puzzled expression, he looked at the music score he took earlier, he noticed he could read it, and concluded that if it was a dream, it should be a lucid one. He had no idea who he was nor where he was. To make things easier, he had nothing on him that would give any clue. He looked barely human, looking more like a character from some horror video game, with long thin black limbs. He wondered what his face was like… It was such a weird dream.
The scenery suddenly changed again soon after. The place looked ancient and was prettily lightened with sifted lights. A large piano was set up at the center. Music sheets that got carried out were falling back on a ground that he could now see. He gathered them before moving toward the piano. Since he was alone in here and couldn't see a way out, he might as well play for a bit...
After a while playing, he lifted his head up from the piano's keys and noticed a door at the side. Was it here before? Uncertain, he stood up and walked to the door. The room seemed to be a little office with stairs of books against the walls. The desk seemed heavy and the chair in front of it appeared quite comfortable. The room felt very familiar to him for some reason. It felt homely and yet he also felt a twinge in his heart. Maybe he would be able to learn something here...
He learned very few in his research, everything was so blurry. If he thought he was lucid a while ago, he wasn't so sure now. A lot of pieces of paper were unreadable to him in this office. He would have to be patient to be able to connect the dots it seemed. It was weird his memory failed him as much. If he was in a dream as he supposed, shouldn't he know his own identity at least? He felt like playing some more after that. The room was so silent, he needed to hear something. Besides, music always cleared the mind. Of that he was positive.
Some time later, a window of the ceiling broke and something seemed to fall... Or rather someone! Without a second thought, he rushed to the landing and caught it just in time. A young unconscious boy was lying in his arms...
A/N : That's all for now, I hope you'll like the story. I'll need some time to plan what I have in mind, as I will not entirely copy Deemo's story (it wouldn't have make sense for it just to be about piano, it's ghost hunt after all). I'm a slow writer but I'll do my best, so please bear with me! :'D See you soon!