/jp/ - Otaku Culture

From far away I saw him sitting on the sunlit grassy fields. It was spring and all around nature was thriving, resurgent after the long winter we'd endured.

I made my way to him, my sundress flapping in the wind. I had patted down the thing to preserve my modesty, but lost my hat in doing so. It wasn't missing long though, as a small, flat paper person caught it and deftly flew it back to me. As I took it, the doll bowed, flipped to it's other side, and flew off to some other task.

Those crude paper servants all gently circled the man, some silently awaiting a new cursed inscription, another instruction, others played among the bugs and small animals. As a frog caught one, the doll was a consumed in a small fire, leaving the green creature unharmed, but it was the end of the paper thing. They were like adorable little flies: small, quick, and playful, but died so quickly.

The man wasn't so concerned, as his tiny, short-lived servants worked, he was preoccupied with caring for two infants, one nestled in each arm. I couldn't make out their appearance or expression, only that one's eyes were a deep blue and the other's were a cardinal red. They were my daughters.

He smiled as I approached. "Enjoying the scenery?" he asked.

I was, but I wouldn't let him know it. Instead I reached a finger out to one of my children, and they both reach their little grabbers out to touch it. "Looks like they want their Mom." He said, gently hoisting the two children on to me.

I meant to protest as the two things swarmed me, but I couldn't find the words and their warmth was so nice.

"That's it, hold them gently." He whispered just past my ear, setting himself behind me.

"Have you thought about what you're going to name them?" He asked.

"Why don't YOU come up with some names if you're so impatient." I jeered, with only a little bit of bite.

"I wouldn't rob you of the happiness. You've worked so hard for it after all." He said, rubbing my shoulder.

Happiness, I thought, closing my eyes. Is that what this feelings is meant to be?

The blue child began to murmur gently, then softly began to cry. The red eyed one squirmed as well, putting a hand out to her sister. I fumbled a little, unsure of how to handle the ergonomics of the two kids who wanted to get closer.

"Goro how do I-" I began, turning behind me, but there was nothing there.

When I turned back there was a white void, save for the pyramid laid out in front of me. It was colossal, bigger then any mountain, it's peak higher then any star. Each layer was smaller then the last and was composed of Youkai, Humans, animals, Ghosts, and even a few gods. Everyone of their eyes were cast below them.

Without warning I was propelled upward, higher and higher until I was at the very top where the pyramid became a plateau on which a square table was set with three occupied chairs.

"Ah, this one broke! Time to try a new one I guess!" The Yellow Specter said as it tossed aside a broken doll, picking another from an organized looking variety box.

"That's what you get for not going for quality you know! See, mine broke recently as well, but I have a nice little replacement ready to go." The Purple Cloak happily said as it brushed aside one broken, ornate doll for one that looked similar, but was just a little smaller.

"What's more, it even got me my crown Jewel! oh look how pretty he is!"

The Pink Curtain said nothing.

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