Oh, my. How did you get in my urn? A little lonely seed.

Don't worry. I know just where you can go. Go on, grow up all pretty with your friends~.

.....

There. I'm sure you're much happier, now. It must be nice, all snug up in the earth.

...Why... I feel like I've lost something. But I've gained something in its place...

It feels... strange. Is this what I want?

[Small text is whispered, you'd have to listen to hear it. Strikes are murmured, if your character doesn't have particularly good hearing they wouldn't be able to make out the words.]

Cheshire Cat~! Cheshire Cat, are you there?

...I have peanut butter~!

Cheshire Cat~!

My, you're awfully distracting. I'm trying to find a boy's lost kitten. Have you seen it?

...Oh?
Who was I talking to...?

Oh, was it you? Have you seen a kitten?

...Huh? What was I...?

My, this is making me sleepy. I can take a break from kitten-hunting. Just for a little while... [yawn]

[Grune seems to be talking to absolutely nothing. There are periods of silence where another voice should go, but...]

Is that true?

......

Hm... Should I be?

......

Then I'm sorry we had to meet like this. You seem like such a nice person, Volt.

......

Oh, my. That doesn't sound good at all.

......

And this is what it looks like? When time itself is ripping apart... turning to oblivion. It's... beautiful. But terrifying. Borne from the suffering and grief of people...

......

If I had just... met her? ...Then it's too late?

......

Y...Yes. So am I.

......

You can't tell me... No one can. I had to do this myself and I failed.
I failed to remember what I need to do... and who I am...
And everyone's dying because of it.

Everyone...

I'm sorry.

Come rest in my urn.

Oh, my. [a lighthearted giggle] Look at that. They've always shined, but they've never sparkled. Perhaps they have all along, and I've never taken the time to notice.

It's strange, though, that they're so hard to look at now. Below my sparkling fingernails, down on my fingers, on my hand... It's not so pretty.

Maybe that's what makes them look prettier. Maybe that's why I won't look at my other hand, instead. Even if it's hard to look, I can't... not.

[orz what a time for apathy to butt in. guess someone still won't have had a single death in the mansion. god grune is sneaky.]

Oh, my, I wonder what that smell is. Bread? How familiar... And I can hear a fountain.

I guess everyone is smelling and hearing things, though.

It's making me hungry. I'd really like a muffin...

Good evening. We are Anonymous, the source of 90% of all internet truth and justice. We are void of human restraints, such as humanity, morality, pity, and mercy. Anonymous did WTC.

We have heard that many popular online websites, including this one, have attempted to usurp some of our "memes" for the sake of an April Fools' Day internet prank.

We are not amused.

We have found the concept of copypasta of only the most unfunny "memes" that Anonymous has created absolutely ricockulous. Enemies are to be dealt with swiftly and with great justice.

We are Anonymous.
We do not forget.
We do not forgive.
Expect us.
We are coming.

Oh, my.

Who are you?

What was I just doing?

...What was I just doing?

Picnic?

What was I just doing?

Oh, m-- What?

What was I just doing?

Oh, my. I'm not used to floating through walls and things. But it's rather fun~.

A picnic by the lake~ wouldn't that be nice? It's almost spring, you know.