Alice: Book 1 Chapter 2

Verse 1
She could hear the strange dolls' voices.

"Kee-hee-hee...Oh, this is wonderful!"

"She's a slave to it, you know."

"She thinks her author will save her."

"Isn't she precious?!"

It's true. I'm a slave.

But I refuse to wander this void without answers.

That is why I fight.

Even if my wish is a set of unbreakable shackles--a monstrous thing that binds me, traps me.

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But...if this fight means nothing...

You know we'll keep our promise, don't you?

We'll revive your author. Don't worry!

I can't trust either of you in the least.

Heh heh heh!

Keh-heh-heh-heh! Hard=

The characters want the authors who made them.

But what's an author, really?

The parent who gave birth to 'em?

Or maybe...

The parent who killed 'em?

Verse 2
You cannot understand the way I feel.

I am twisted. I am warped.

Of that I am sure.

Verse 3
I don't need to meet him.

I don't need his love.

Just so long as He's out there, alive.

Verse 4
The pain and price of constant loss

remind me

that I am still fighting.

Verse 5
I don't want to be saved.

I just need to know He's out there.

Verse 6
Why do I feel so anxious?

Why do I feel so alone?

Verse 7
This world is wrong, and so am I.

Verse 8
I dream of the joy I'll one day feel.

Of the gentle light that will shine upon me,

with all the corpses in my wake.

Verse 9
If my wish comes true...

What will happen to me then?

Verse 10
Yes. I am alone in the endless cycle of this story of purgatory.

This eternal, broken world.

My one ray of hope,

my only possible savior...is my author.

I know it goes against the laws of the world to bring a dead man back to life.

But I do not care.

Because I have nothing left to lose.

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Go kill those scary ghosts already!

Put an end to their useless existences.

Their lives are meaningless anyway.

Kill 'em all you like.

...Zip it. Hard=

What is life, anyway?

Ghosts aren't alive, right?

So, are you really alive?

Can you prove you're alive?

Heh heh heh... Kee-hee-hee.

The spirits disappeared with a scream,

their pain and resentment echoing through the Library.

"Feels good to kill 'em, right?"

"You sure this is what you want?"

"Quiet!" I pointed my sword at the horrible, gibbering dolls and ordered them to vanish.

And so Parrah and Noya gradually withdrew,

those filthy smiles still plastered on their waxy faces.

Discordant Poem
Look. Look at this girl confined.

See how she bares her fangs.

Do you think that being a fool

and being in love

are so different?

She did not ask for a funeral in her name.

Only that we not cower in death.