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First Time Charlotte talks to Frei[]

The Oracle tries to find a form

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Frei introduces himself

Ahem.
Hello there.
Apologies for that little speech test.
Your language is a bit tricky, but I'm a fast learner.
Don't look so surprised! It's simply the form your mind gave us.
Seems like despite your initial bravado you're subconsciouslly afraid of us.
So I took a more masculine form, although the concept of gender does not apply to us.
Fell free to refer to us as "Frei" from now on, if you feel like it.
After all, our appearance right now is one of a male Pythia.
Technically, you are.
However, the fact that we'll meet the next time you go to sleep, and the next time after that remains.
I slumber by day and wake up by night.
Isn't it easier for you to talk to me this way?
You look sullen.
A pity.
Were you friends?
Acquaintances?
A complete stranger, then. Should it matter?
You are sorrowful now that she's gone, but you couldn't care less during her lifetime.
Have you ever had a conversation?
"What can a miserable person like me can talk about with someone this perfect?"
Thinking that, you gave up completely.
That's the same as being indifferent.
Only so that you'd be honest with yourself.
I'm afraid I cannot understand that.
If that person wasn't important to you up until this moment, why do you feel down?
No, even worse, you feel obligated to feel sad.
Deep inside, you have no reason to be. Why not be true to yourself?
Empathy, huh...you humans have a rather twisted understanding of it.
If death of some specimen you weren't involved with bothers you, then why not bawl your eyes out whenever you see a piece of meat on your plate?
That animal must've suffered a lot more than some minsunderstood teenage girl just to make your supper delicious, no?
"It's not the same", you'll say!
But in the end it is. You're all animals, yet your kind puts yourselves above all.
Oh my, what a plot twist!
Who would've known that the concept of empathy applies only to your fellow humans!
Ah, it truly never ceases to amaze me how you humans love to make a mountain out of a molehill.
Hmm~ Do you really think it was always this way?
That all Pythias willingly gave up their very egos for the sake of becoming one with everybody?
Stay in the fog if you wish to. Isn't it safer like that?
Although I would love to converse more, it looks like it's time for you to open your eyes.

After Charlotte speaks with Umbrella Man[]

Welcome back, miss Wiltshire.
Is that so.
Well then, I won't burden you with conversations.
Instead, how about a bedtime story?
Ah, and- don't stand so far away.
Come sit beside me.
Is that so?
Well, there's no helping it.
It's all a dream, remember? So make yourself at home.
Now, back to the story. Do you know the "Tale of the Ink and Paper Princess"?
In our land during the pre-Oracle era, it was part of a psychology test.
It was made to be unfinished, and the one who read it had to write the ending themselves.
It's surprising how much one can learn about another person just by having them write a few sentences!
Want to listen to my own version?
So much for free will, right? Well then.
A pitiful ink-black princess that looked for minds alike who ended upon prison of Paper Kingdom.
But the story didn't end here. Time passed, and Paper Princess herself came to visit the prisoner.
The two became acquaintances shortly after, and Ink Princess was freed from imprisonment.
Ink Princess taught Paper Princess writing, and no paper int he city was blank anymore.
They obtained power known as "knowledge".
Paper Princess couldn't be happier.
Yet, having spent so much time with Ink Princess, she became stained in Ink Princess's pitch-black color.
Day by day, Paper Princess became more and more soaked in jet-black ink...
...until she was indistinguisable from the Ink Princess herself.
That would be the end of the story.
She fell asleep, huh.
By the way...
Hello there, "mr Seth".
Is that how miss Wiltshire calls you?
Fufu. What a joke.
You must be thinking that you're in control.
What are you even here for, I wonder?
You aren't even supposed to exist in this world.
Ah, I know. You must be looking for answers.
But I'm afraid you won't be getting any.
Because you see, miss Wiltshire is an unreliable narrator.

Day 2[]

Frei shows off the Mind Library

Rise and shine!
As you can see, I've done some rearrangements in this place. Hasn't it become lovely?
I'll do something about the fog, too.
Also, I've brought you clothes.
Put your hands up...
...and voila!
Now we're one of a kind! Haha!
Yes?
Let's call it a Mind Library.
You see, memories are stories from the past that we retell to ourselves.
Once they're gone, you're no longer the person you used to be.
But I'm drifting away from the point.
Stories are meant to be kept in books, right?
Many books make a library.
There, you can find every memory, every feeling, every action you've made or considered making - all possibilities are written down right here!
Some stories are better off being forgotten, however.
I've selected a variety of especially interesting memory journals for you.
Feel free to read them if you feel like it.
Even if your memory is still fresh, I believe your Puppeteer will be delighted to know more about people you've been associated with.

Interacting with the piano

Want to try it?

After Charlotte has finished all of the memories[]

Perhaps you would like to join me in reading, miss Wiltshire?

If you accept Frei's offer

Alright.
I'm re-reading an anthology of Greek myths.
Have you read the story of Hades and Persephone?
They say that Hades, the God of the Underworld, captured the beautiful Persephone, the Goddess of springtime.
But I believe it was Persephone who captured Hades, and his heart and mind belonged to none other than her since the moment they met.
Which was quite rare for a Greek god, considering.
Even though the pomegranate seeds Persephone urged her to return to Underworld for half a year, she was allowed to live on the surface for the rest of the time.
Just like you come back here only during the dream state.
Or is this comparison too much of a stretch? I do tend to get carried away with words.
Oh my. Seems like someone's fallen asleep already.
Sleep well, princess.

If you refuse Frei's offer

Alright. I won't bother you, then.
Sleep well, princess.

Day 6[]

After Being Attacked in the Locker Room[]

Charlotte wakes up

..shire. Wake up, sleepyhead.
Finally awake, I see?
Just look at this warped reality bubble! The universe is expanding!
Not this time. You're perfectly awake.
Do believe me, I'm as puzzled as you are.
They say "going through the looking glass" is the classic symbol for dissasociating from reality.
Does that apply to you, too?
Oh well. Maybe I'm teasing you too much?
Anyhow.
It doesn't look like we'll be leaving anytime soon. I wish there was something to read.
Might as well be.
So, what shall we do? Feeling adventurous yet?

Investigating the puzzles

Hmm, isn't that Cattell's intelligence test?
Seems fairly easy.
Then I'll leave it to you.

After investigating Mirror 2: Individuality

So that's the boy you've modeled my appearance after. Curious.
Who knows?
I barely possess any memories of my life before I woke up in your mind.
This is why you can trust me, miss Wiltshire.
I am not your enemy.

After investigating Mirror 3: Decomposition

...
You know, miss Wiltshire.
I had a thought there.
Which may have been also your thought, but that's beside the point.
Maybe mr Honikker started distancing himself from you because he became afraid of you?
Is that so. Then, perhaps "afraid" is a strong word.
He's just not sure it's you anymore.
You turned into a lump of meat before his eyes. Wouldn't anyone have suspicions?
Frei sighs.
It's all because you took pity on me.
And now you're doomed to face the consequences.
That's all there is.

Going to Sleep[]

Playing the piano

Wonderful! You're getting better!
Mm?
Why yes, ink is poisonous.
Because of love, of course.
It's the sole reason in fact.
It seems there is a fundamental lacking in your understanding of "love", miss Wiltshire.
You see, the final and the sole goal of love is the loss of individuality.
The ultimate death of ego.
To love is to sacrifice your ego in order for two to become one.
To mold your thoughts, beliefs, hobbies and character traits into one.
That is why Paper Princess became the same as Ink Princess.
They became one of a kind.
Unless you're willing to give up your ego for somebody else's sake, you can't claim that you've known love.
You know...
I find the concept of loss of individuality rather fascinating.
For it requires the greatest sacrifice of all for an individual.
Oh my.
Looks like it's about time you woke up.

Day 25[]

Dead Magcats[]

Pets aren't allowed here. You knew that, didn't you?
So nobody is responsible for what may happen to them.
I WAS the Oracle, miss Wiltshire.
Everything that defined me as the Oracle has perished.
I do not bear memories of my past nor do I possess extraordinary powers.
Therefore, I am the Oracle no more.
It is you who defines me right now.
However, it still greatly exhausts you.
If you use even a pint of my energy consciously, your life systems will collapse, just like last time.
And returning dead back to life is no laughing matter.
As long as you reject me, we will eventually drain each other and perish.
When we merge, however, we shall obtain great power.
The question is, are you willng to give up your ego for the sake of someone or die an individual?
Think about it.
Poor little things.
Let's give them a proper burial, shall we?

Refusing C's Offer[]

Frei begins to chastise Charlotte

My sides...
Couldn't you be any more dramatic?
Acting all high and mighty, yet you've been saying it all for your own sake!
The one who doesn't want to die is--
You, miss Wiltshire.
Despite all the self-harm, all the big dreams and fantasies about self-sacrifice and what not...
You still want to live your pathetic life until the very end!
Just admit it.
That you're afraid to die.
Deep down, you don't actually believe there's a place like heaven up above, do you?
Even worse, there's nothingness awaiting you.
You'll die only to achieve complete solitude in empty space of an afterlife.
Not even your beloved Seth will be there for you.
Why would they stay with you when they're bored to death when there are no quests to complete?
Admit it, even your Puppeteer is with you only as long as they're entertained!
I want you to be honest with yourself.
We both know it, right?
That everyone only wants to use you.
But why should it matter?
You have me, miss Wiltshire.
Even in cold embrace of death, I won't leave you.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
You should've let this boy die already--

Charlotte strangles Frei

I just...want you...to open your eyes.
Look. Can't you see this boy is... dying to disappear for good?
He doesn't...want...to be saved...
He opened...up to you...and look what you've done.
You're the cruel one, miss Wiltshire.

A reluctant Charlotte goes to sleep[]

Interacting with Frei at the bookshelf

Frei closes a memory book he was reading when he sees me.
Long time no see, miss Wiltshire!
Look, don't make such a sour face.
I want to make up with you.
I've been doing some cleaning lately.
If I can't be of help in the real world, I figured I'd help clear up your mind, at very the least.
Look. Hasn't it become less foggy?
Right?
You see, I've read in your memory journals that you were lamenting the fact that your mind had become foggy over the years.
And I figured it's in my power to aid you!
You might not notice the changes immediately, but they will soon take place.
Frei lightly embraces me, nuzzling my hair.
Don't worry about a single thing, miss Wiltshire.
You will soon see that this world is not worth staying in.
Sweet dreams, princess.

Day 31[]

Rooftop Bullying[]

Shouldn't you call for help? Miss Wiltshire.
Who was the one to teach you that?
Was it your mother?
"Be a good girl"
"Good always wins in the end"
"If you'll be kind, others will be kind to you"
"Violence is bad"
All your life you're being manipulated by others.
All because you care too much about opinions.
Because you want to be loved by everyone.
And when things don't go your way, you find excuses.
Don't you have any pride?
There are things worse than getting beaten up.
Going through such humiliation when all you have to do is take my hand and everything that's unfair will perish.
No.
We both know that's a cheap lie.
In fact, you want somebody to save you, very much so, but dare not ask of it.
Because you deem yourself unworthy.
No response, huh?
So, where are your so-called friends when you need them the most?
Is that so.
Just so you know. Even if your friends abandon you.
Even if your mother abandons you.
Even if the whole world abandons you.
I'll always be by your side.
Please keep that in mind.

The Night before the Trial[]

Oh. You're awake, miss Wiltshire.
Your mind, of course. Where else can you be?
Can't you see? It's our good old Mind Library...
Lying in shambles.
You've accepted me into your mind.
How much closer could we get?
Yes?
Will an old memory journal do?
Very well.
Choose one. "Memory of a yellow ribbon" or "Memory of a graveyard"

Choosing the memory of a yellow ribbon

It's a memory of Umbrella Man.
It's quite short, so I might as well read you another one.
Memory end.
As I promised, there's another one. You've already seen a fragment of it, though.
"A Memory of My First Dress"
Memory end.

Choosing the memory of a graveyard

It's a memory of Bennett.
Memory end.
Say, what kind of dreams did you have before I appeared?
Hmm~
What were they like?
Not moving a muscle to do anything just because you're told not to...what a dependent way to live your life.
How pitiful.
Yet fascinating.
Although I'd love to continue our conversation, I'll leave you to rest now.
After all, the Trial is coming.
Sleep well, miss Wiltshire.

Endings[]

Black Ending[]

Well, looks like it's the end.
Now you're going to become a corpse too, miss Wiltshire.
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I've been a walking corpse for a long time.
It was you who kept me alive.
I cannot leave your side, and I never will.
I'll be with you till the very end, until we completely decay.
Come here. I won't let them have their way with your body and mind.
Good night, my princess.
Now we can finally rest.

Grey Ending[]


Wait, miss Wiltshire.
Something's off.
There's no data in this vessel.
There's no soul inside.
What I am saying is that it's a lump of meat lying on the table.
It's not a person.
I do not tell lies, miss Wiltshire.
We were too late.

White Ending[]

I knew you would say that.
You still want to become a tragic hero for everyone's sake, right?
A boy who put himself above all the living things.
A girl who loathed herself so much she rised her self-confidence at your cost.
All your imaginary friends.
Your father who abandoned you long ago.
Your mother who never comes to visit.
You loved them all, didn't you.?
Even though I was always there for you, you chose all of them over me in the end.
So pitiful, aren't we?
Now then, come here.
Let us repaint the world in your colors.
Consume me whole.

Epilogue[]

White Society Ending

...iltshire.
Miss Wiltshire.
It's time for us to go.
Stargazing, of course!
No, everything's for real this time. Promise?
Come now. Take my hand.
Let's leave this story together.

Interlude: Alone[]

Doing someone's homework again, miss Wiltshire?
You do know that it's not your obligation to do it, don't you?
Ah, so that's why you couldn't turn them down?
Because they said you're "friends"?
No. Of course not.
Miss Wiltshire is a very earnest girl, after all.
Too gullible for her own good.
You see, what your so-called "friend" used was a keyword.
A "password" that doesn't mean anything.
You heard it and immediately thought of the meaning you had for it.
You may have thought the other person meant, "I want to help and understand you," but in reality they meant, "I want to use you for my own needs".
Sure, they could've been honest with you, but would you be doing this for them if you knew the truth?
Right?
But that doesn't make them evil per se.
If they were the main character, I'm sure the viewers would understand their way of thinking.
The true evil lies in muddled words, miss Wiltshire.
Remember that.
You know that's not true, miss Wiltshire.
You just want someone to make you feel better about yourself.
Even if it's someone you despise.
But don't worry.
I know a-a-all the words you want to hear.
You may feel like you're never doing enough...
But in reality you're always doing your best, aren't you?