New Album: Hidden Worlds
by Myuu
“An auditory adventure through all different kind of dark stories told by music.”
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01 Into the Depths
02 Down the Rabbit Hole
03 Play with Me
04 Stronger Together
05 Suspicious
06 Spook Box
07 Ghost Town
08 Haunted House
09 The Mystery
10 Troublemaker Theme
11 March of the Titans
12 Bravery
13 Run!
14 Crime Scene
15 The Order's Theme
16 Grotesque Fantasia
17 Exploring the Inferno
18 Round That Corner
19 Storytime
20 Twisted Happiness
21 Despair
22 Beth's Theme
This is something super silly that i came up with last night. I do an ok Heath Ledger impression, but I want to be able to use impressions I can do to do more than just the lines, as well as making them sound better in hopes that it’ll also help my own developments of voices!
BGM is A Deep Voice by Myuu
Thanks for listening! Hope you laughed along!
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Memories like these shall always be cherished. My 1st ever San Japan has been such an amazing convention. Sad that it had to end so soon but words cannot express how grateful I am to meet such amazing people and attend all these cool panels and shows. Overall experience, this has been the best convention that I've ever been too. Most definitely will come back next year. Thank you San Japan 2017!! @mrcreepypasta @creepypastajr @creepy-rainbow-pasta
Ivory keys danced and wove under pale fingertips. Ebony bounced in time, gentle as the most elegant ballet dancer. Brass pedals sank and rose like the waves of the calmest shores.
He was a talented man.
Sharps and flats drifted, petals of sorrow on the wind of a melody. The spotlight above shone, casting the man below in soft, sapphire light.
He was a gifted man.
Onyx eyes shut in intense concentration. He didn't need to see the piano to know where his fingers fell. His music reached out to an empty auditorium, a silent audience calling for heartstrings to pluck. But, the music reached no one. Not the crowds, not the masses, not the woman whom he'd given all things for...
He was a lonely man.
So, when his music came to an end, and he heard the last note dwindle away, he'd been startled to hear clapping in the back of the empty hall. Not sarcastic or emphatic, just... clapping.
The Pianist stood, sliding the bench backward enough to cause it to topple with a thump. Tousled hair hid blackened eyes that scanned the empty theater. "Wer ist da?" He saw no one seated in the dusty seats. The spotlight above him flickered once, twice, and steadied.
The voice and its speaker stepped forward. A tall, dark person stood from the back row. Both hands, clad in black, lifted plaintively. "I, uh... Es tut mir leid! Sprechen Sie Englisch?"
Oh, great, some foreigner had gone and damned themselves to a bleeding heart and slow death. Wunderbare. The Pianist cleared his throat and spoke. "I can, if you state why you've intruded on my work."
The figure took a step forward, face hidden by a red cloak. "I heard you. The door was unlocked."
Scheiße. "Did you?"
"Ja. Wunderbare musik. I can't resist a free concert."
Scheiße! How much had she heard? "Ah, well. Thank you, but the building is soundproofed. You could not have heard it." He made sure no one would. Digital recordings could not harm, but live concerts always ended tragically.
The person stepped forward. Long strides upon long, strange legs closed the distance. The hooded cape she wore did not billow behind her as she moved, merely swayed side to side with her steps. "To others, it's soundproof," She then removed her hood with a snap of fabric and a shake of her head. The pianist was gazing upon a six-foot biped with a large, black, rabbits head. The thing smiled. "But not with ears like mine." Silky, black ears that went past her shoulders twitched. Red eyes glowed like coals. "Germany has been surprisingly welcoming. You would think I'd get more funny looks."
She had a flair for the dramatic, it seemed. "Eurofurence," muttered the man with a wry smirk. Germany had seen its share of humans in fursuits. This... creature would be interesting, but nothing too out of place. "You're a few months late, I am afraid. That furry thing has ended, some time ago."
"Oh... you think it's a fursuit, then." She seemed let down by this and blinked slowly. "I'm coming up there. Don't run. I'm... I'm kinda hungry, so just... don't run, okay?"
A derisive snort. As though he'd abandon his piano over this intruder! The Pianist frowned, arms crossed over his chest. His gaze never left the figure. She strode to the stage but found no steps to climb upon it. Knees bent like coils as she sprung upwards, landing with a thud at his side. He got an eye full of this person, and they indeed weren't someone in a fursuit! The human part of the man recoiled at the mere idea of what stood upon the stage. "Ah! K-kaninchen!"
"Ja. Du?"
He collected himself, frowning. "...Pianist."
"Mmm..." She seemed displeased, glowing eyes narrowed. "So, Pianist, when d-oh." She lifted a clawed fingertip and made a face. "Ah, heartburn."
"Not heartburn. It was a pleasure to meet you, Kaninchen, but, seems that you are a little..." Scheiße, he didn't have a clever line for that. Not in English, at least! "Occupied."
A heavy, wet wheeze poured from her mouth, along with more of the scarlet smoke. "Oh, hush. I've had worse." Blood flowed from her mouth as she spoke. She covered her mouth with her open hand and coughed as though hacking phlegm.
The Pianist grimaced at the sound. Ew. This wouldn't be pretty.
She ceased her sounds quickly. Her eyes watered profusely, and her hands pulled away from her mouth. Red smoke billowed from her mouth with a sigh. In her hands sat... a half disintegrated, human heart. Her mouth shut with a click of her teeth. "Well... this is a new one."
Fear shredded the man's limbs, leaving ice in his palms and legs. "You vomited a heart!"
"Yeah, I did! That hurt like hell though, so I guess no more free Myuu concerts for me!" She winked and coughed again. "There a waste bin around here or something? Oh, boy, it's weird not having a pulse."
"You vomited a heart!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll probably grow a new one in a bit." The beast looked around her, her wide ears fanned out. Her brows sank. "But... hmm. I don't know it'll grow back. Eh, I'll just..." She swiftly gulped it down and licked her lips. "So, then, as I was saying, when did you stop going by Myuu?"
Onyx eyes went wide. "Vas?"
She let out a laugh, clutching her knees. Her eyes squinted into slits of red, and the pianist could see every fang in her mouth. It startled him to find the teeth of a mandrill, not a bunny. "Oh, come on, bro! I'd know 'Wind’s Wreck' backward on a keytar!"
"That does not mean I am this-" He went silent at the white, green, and yellow something she pulled from her cloak.
"Cursed or not, you can't fight the hoagie." The beast shrugged. "Consider it a peace offering. If you don't eat it, I dunno what I'm gonna tell Blue. He bought the damn thing!"
Tentatively, he took the sub and frowned at her. "Danke."
"Bitte." She blinked slowly and coughed to clear her throat. "Was that whole... heart thing your doing?"
"Yes."
The rabbit-headed woman frowned. "How? You were human last we spoke, but then again, so was I."
"Forgive me if I don't remember you, Kanninchen."
"Eve," she corrected with a smile. "You knew me as Eve. We talked before. Had a moment of fun while you were a little drunk and wanted to chat, but all the Americans had gone to bed?"
He remembered her, somewhat. An American woman from the middle of nowhere, who criticized herself at every turn. "Well, you're certainly different, now. What brings you here?"
"Blue sent me."
Dark brows knit. "Oh?"
"Yes. He wanted me to check on you. When you weren't home, and the home was abandoned, I listened. So here we are."
Myuu chuckled. "Was finding me worth losing your heart?"
Something flickered in her eyes. "It wouldn't be the first time. Knowing my luck, it'll grow back by morning." Bunny reached into her cloak and pulled out a jewelers loupe. The brass filigree glinted in the stage lights, settled on a delicate chain about her neck. "Now, this is something I'm doing for Blue, okay? I'm gonna get a look at you."
Myuu smiled, brows lifted. "You seem to see me just fine."
Bunny flicked a claw against the loupe, sending the small, lavender lens out. It almost glowed against her fur. She held the loupe between a clawed thumb and forefinger and shut her right eye. "Hold still. I can't see anything if you move."
He obeyed, frowning. "What are you trying to see?"
The beast hummed. "Your deal. You won't tell me what happened, so I have to use this thing to see it." Even with The Ajna Loupe, Bunny couldn't get much. While the loupe helped to reveal the nature of a curse, it had side-effects. She scrutinized the man before her. He was still the kind, scruffy German she'd met years before. He was, despite his stark appearance, Myuu. A bit cleaner and less human, but still the friendly man she'd known, even if brief.
Bunny lifted the lens to fill her vision. His curse was simple, in a way. Black vines sprouted from his chest, from his heart. They wrapped around his right hand, and over his eyes. Pale fingers twined in thinner vines that ended in thorns. She only noticed the thicker thorns that dug into him now and again. An ugly, dull, painful deal. The loupe lowered, slowly, and Bunny opened her right eye. "Myuu... what happened to you?"
The pianist didn't answer her with words, not right away. He looked away, grimacing. "I fell in love. I signed a contract. It backfired."
Bunny frowned. "Backfired."
"We stupid things never read."
"Ah. Fine print is a pain."
"Ja."
Silence reigned in the empty auditorium. "I made a deal. My rabbit wasn't exactly a rabbit."
The Pianist raised a dark brow at her. "How does that work?"
"Well, what do humans usually make deals with?"
Silence.
Bunny blinked and sighed. "I made a deal, and we became I. Eve and The Rabbit makes Bunny."
"Vas? When did that happen?"
"After high school." Bunny clasped the Ajna loupe and passed it to the man before her. "If you're curious, you can look at me. But, I must warn you. Most people get queasy. Also, that'll give you a migraine if you use it too long." It could also disintegrate the blood-brain barrier in mortals, but she figured that Myuu was no longer that.
Myuu smirked, onyx eyes twinkling. "I am not most people." He took the loupe gingerly, before lifting it to his left eye, as she had done. The image of the rabbit faded away into something... wrong.
Her hands were bloodied, the tips of her finger bones sharpened into claws. A crude, human figure was burned onto her stomach. She had no skin or ribs on her chest and no organs within. Floating, as if asleep, lay a curled, black rabbit. His mind was saying it wasn't a rabbit, but he didn't know what else it could be. The woman's eyes were missing, with two, burning coals in their place. Her face was contorted in rage, and every tooth in her mouth was too long and sharp to be human. "Myuu. I warned you."
The Pianist hadn't felt his eyes go wide, or his mouth opening in disgust. He wretched, and shouted "Mien Gott!" The human part of him wanted to scream. What kept him from it, though, were the strange, sad eyes that stared back at him when he lowered the loupe. "...was bist du?"
"Menschenfresser. Mörder. Dämon." Bunny gently took the loupe from him. "Kanninchen. Beschützer. Freund. I am what people see me to be." A soft plume of scarlet smoke curled from her mouth with a sigh. "So, what do you see?"
"Ah... you are Kanninchen."
"Mmm. Seems right."
For a time, silence reigned. The piano, silent and cold, creaked as it grew used to being left alone.
Myuu turned to look at the instrument, smirking. He lifted the bench from where it fell and sat upon the worn cushion.
Bunny cracked her neck to the side, rolled her shoulders, and clapped her hands together. "Well... I can tell Blue you're alright. Alive is better than nothing, yeah?"
"I suppose, Kanninchen."
"Er, I'd... I'd like to make a request?"
His brows rose gently. "Oh?"
The rabbit shrank away. "It's alright if you don't want to."
The Pianist grinned, onyx eyes twinkling in the stage lights. "Your request?"
"Uh... Disintegrating." Bunny fiddled with her claws. "It's always been my favorite. I'll let you be when it's over, if you’re up for it?”
Myuu didn't reply with words. Adjusting his posture, and taking a deep breath, he began. The Pianist shut his eyes, letting his work, his art, fill the emptiness of the building.
The sweet, melancholy tune ended. When Myuu opened his eyes, Bunny was gone.
