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{pace for next; hold z & then click to zoom} ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ [ INSERT CASETTE TAPE ] [ ... ] [ LOADING....20%...55%...77%...100% ] [ PRESS PLAY TO START ] -:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:- "Hello viewer! If you are witnessing this tape, you have successfully debunked my clues leading to this film. I would like to inform you that the contents of this video have mildly disturbing subjects, so some discretion should be advised. Before I begin, I would to state that I am the victim of someone's else devices and am not acting on my own accord. Now let's start at the beginning..." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "My name is Chrimson. I am a prolific writer and aspiring artist and dabble in bottony. I live in a dark, ornate home surrounded by wildflowers and willows. On the 5th of October, a bright, excitable stranger moved into the house across from mine. They always waved at me when they got the chance and eventually invited me to come over to their house for tea. She introduced herself to me and said her name was Phantom. I was immediately charmed by her. She dresses herself in light pastels, flowers askewn in her hair, and moves effortlessly through her bright tan cottage. Phantom, whose name did not fit her, guided me to her small butterfly-infested garden and sat me down at a small, dainty metal table. She was the exact opposite of me. I felt so out of place. I was dressed in moody-colored formalwear, unlike Phantom's flowy pale yellow sundress. Phantom fled to her small kitchen in her cottage to fetch the tea and waved to me from the window overlooking the fairy garden. Once she came back, she carefully set down the tea, which had a mint aroma pooling out of it. Phantom struck up a conversation with me and we immediately had chemistry. I thought we had something, but unfortunately, it was all just a facade. " ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "Phantom soon after the arrangement asked me out for dinner a week from that day, now October 12th. The days blurred together and raced forth to that meeting. All that I recall was thinking about Phantom the whole time. Most of my poems and writings during that time were about her. So were my doodles and paintings, I was infatuated. She was like a ghost lurking around in my mind." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "On October 12th, I proceeded to my backyard and clipped some deep red roses from one of the bushes that grew wild. I then snipped the thorns off the stems, fearing that Phantom would peirce her dainty fingers on one of the pricks. Carefully, I tied a velvety black ribbon, creating a bouquet of roses. Once I arrived at the formal restaurant, I saw Phantom patiently waiting for my appearance at a table of two. I sat down carefully in my chair, I handed over the roses, and she beamed at me. We immediately started to talk to one another. Whenever I try to recall that conversation, there's always a blank period in my memory. The events that fell afterward, though, I can remember like it was yesterday. Phantom smiled at me and poured a fancy red drink for me, then poured some for herself too." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "After a few hours, the date was over and we walked together, arms linked, and strolling in the moonlight. I then felt an abrupt pain coursing through my body, engulfing every part of it. I soon afterward collapsed on the ground face up, Phantom staring intently while I lost consciousness. I was un-alived and reincarnated in eternal purgatory." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "To this day I and still unsure what Phantom's motives were to scheme against me, but I have my theories. One thing that was sure was that she was not efficient with the way she planned and executed my untimely demise. I am talking to you now, viewer, am I not? What happened was the poison in the substance that I consumed. The poison was one that was extracted from an arachnid. Apparently, the mixture of my genes, the aged juice, and the venom of said spider made me un-alive but also be reborn of sorts. This was Phantom's downfall." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ "From then on out, I became a vengeful spirit, a pestilence to Phantom's existence. Now that I am beyond her physical and tangible world, I could leave taunting poems and notes for her around her house or wherever she was, reminding her of what she did. Eventually, she cracked, as someone....as..fragile...as she......was......and.........she..............ceased...............to...................exist........................." -:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:- [ STATIC ENSUES ] [ ATTEMPTING REBOOT ] [ SUCCESS! ] [ PROCEED IN THE NOTES AND CREDITS ] ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆