#if she makes this a program - obv with changes - I'm going to die

[gealach-edits]

Hana Yoshida, “Godzilla” EX || Nagoya Festival 2025

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[unadulterated-syd]

Warnings: mention of suicide, death obv

a/n; prob sucks ass but im on a break and i had fun so. i <3 my gf violet

The murder house, sounds so welcoming doesn't it. You weren't the type to search for things like this; you enjoyed horror, and crime from afar. Keyword, afar.

When your parents inevitably decided that they wanted to up and move you all to a house in California, you were mostly up for it. Your current school was shitty, and the house they wanted seemed welcoming enough.

And it seemed perfect for awhile, you settled in well enough, although school had become hard to get into. Your parents signed you up for online programs, until they could slide you in a public one.

However, when they left for any reason, you'd start to see things— people. You thought you were losing your mind, watching them wander aimlessly through your new home.

But it all changed when you saw a new face, a girl, your age. She was sat on your bed the first time you saw her, looking through your records. And somehow, she didn't scare you. Even then— an stranger in your home.

Her visits became more frequent, she would sit with you as you did school, insisting that you needed to do it. She'd eventually been convinced into telling you about everything.

She told you they were all ghosts, she told you how she'd died and been rooted there, about Constance and her parents, about Tate.

"Some of them want you dead, some of them tried to scare you off. Me, I just watched."

"Why?"

"Why what.", she looked at you, her eyes just now leaving her hands.

"Why did you watch, why do they want me dead— or gone. Or whatever they want."

"I thought you were like me. I guess, you seem like you want to know us. You want to know this house don't you?"

She paused, not leaving you time to respond, "We have evil here, they want you dead. It's not personal, others want you gone, before this house can do what it does best— kill."

You processed her statements, momentarily, "You wanted to know this place?"

"I was in love, of course I did. I just didn't know what I signed up to love."

"What if I do the same."

"Who?" She looked at you, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. Your implications of loving someone scared her, if she was to speak it.

She loved you, she knew she hadn't felt this way since Tate, but she couldn't ask you to stay. To die, not there, not for her. Not for anyone.

"I said 'what if', I haven't." you covered your tracks, looking at her, "I do want to get to know this place, the people, their stories."

"You can start with my parents, if you want. They ask about you a lot."

"They do?"

"Of course, I'm the only one keeping them from scaring you off."

"I don't think anything could scare me off, not anymore."

And in truth, you'd grown close to the house at that. You'd met Ben and Vivian, then everyone else. You'd been closest to Margaret and Angie, being rather good with kids.

Your parents slowly became aware of their surroundings, the insanity it held, and insisted on taking you away. And that's when you had to decided, to live unhappily, or to die and rest here for an eternity.

That's when you met Tate— he'd come to you whilst your parents were packing.

"Violet likes you. She does a lot, I can tell. And she deserves to be happy."

You'd recognized him almost immediately, he stood uncomfortably in the middle of your room. You sighed, recognizing that he was the on who had to help you make a decision.

"Nice to meet you too, Tate."

"She likes you a lot." He repeated, finally making eye contact.

"Tate, I'm going to do it. You don't need to convince me, the decisions already made." You told him, nodding your head to the pill bottle by your side, "I have loose ends to tie."

But, he simply disappeared. All he really wanted from you was for you to die, be tied to Violet. He cared for her, though he wasn't the one for her— she could never forgive him, it wasn't her deed to forgive.

You sighed, signing the note you'd written hours prior. This was it, the end. You pulled the bottle from your night stand, and swallowed a handful.

Violet showed up, figuring out your intentions, but it was too late. Nothing more she could do than sit with you as you left.

"You're such an idiot..." She whispered, her arms around you as you idly sat in her cold embrace.

You just couldn't lose her, not yet, not ever. You were the happiest you'd ever been with her. Till death do us part was no option, your parents leaving wasnt something you consented to in anyway.