#Mr. Scarletella

[sygna11111]

Happy new year !

[sweetainwen]

𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 [MR. SCARLETELLA]

Summary: a journal, a game and a spell. Nothing in common, but if you mix them together you may never come back.

Pairings: yandere!Mr. Scarletella x paranormal sensitive!fem!OC (you can think of her as Y/N)

Genre: paranormal!au, supernatural!au

A/N: sorry if my Latin is not good, it has been so long since I last studied it

The room was dark. The only source of light was candles arranged in a circle around the young woman sitting cross-legged on the floor.

She mumbled words from the book in her hands repeatedly, then huffed in frustration after every unsuccessful attempt of pronunciation.

The air became heavy, the small flames of the candles danced slightly as if driven by a sudden wind.

It was approaching her, silent and unscrupulous.

It rested on her shoulder and she let out a startled cry at that unexpected touch, wincing in place.

She turned around and brought a hand to her racing heart, noticing her with the outstretched hand that she had decided to use as an instrument of terror.

“For fuck's sake, Yua! You scared the shit out of me!”

“What are you doing, Ichika? At 3 in the morning?” she inquired with a resigned sigh and crossed arms, one foot tapping on the ground.

“Oh. Well...” Ichika got up, closing the book with a smile, “just a few researches.”

Yua groaned, completely aware of what type of researches she was talking about. Seriously, it was getting annoying.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, the eyeglasses going up in the process, “Ichika Okamoto, keep going with your bullshit and I'll kick you out of this house.”

She pouted, “Hey! I'm your favorite cousin, you can't do this to me!”

“First, it’s my house. Second, this is not your first time disturbing my sleep. Third, Laura had to call me to stop you. Again.”

“Oh, come on, Laura! Give me a break!” her cousin complained as she looked around, her arms falling to her sides. “I just wanted to see if this book works! You didn’t need to snitch on me!”

“Was it required the use of candles like you're doing a ritual to try that book?” she pointed at the incriminating objects on the floor, a deadpan expression making way on her face.

An innocent blink was her first reply, “It's just for the vibes. The atmosphere.”

Yua saw her hands gesturing around the room and, after a few seconds of silence, clicked her tongue.

Her posture did not change at all, on the contrary, she began to tap her foot again before a sigh left her lips.

“I'm sleepy, in a couple of more hours there's work. Both for you and me. Go to bed, we'll talk after work.”

Ichika nodded with a salute, “Aye, captain!”

Yua just snorted a chuckle. Her gaze rested on her right, feeling a chill on her own arm. The dark figure channeled through her the way it was feeling, and Yua bowed her head slightly in gratitude.

“Thank you, Laura.”

A warm sensation and a giggle was the ghost's response.

“What is she doing?”

“Laughing at you.”

Ichika grimaced, “Snitcher of a ghost.”

Yua sensed Laura’s presence near her cousin, and after a strong push, the book in her hand hit the ground, causing Ichika to grunt.

“Seriously?!”

Yua chuckled.

“Miss Okamoto! Miss Okamoto!”

Yua had just left the door of her workplace when she heard herself being called. She turned around and noticed a young man smiling at her before joining his palms together.

“Thank you so much! Your advice was a great help!”

“I’m glad to hear that, Mr. Itou.” She bowed her head, “I hope you don't get entangled with such scams anymore.”

“I won’t! Thank you again!”

She gave him a smile and resumed her walk toward the awaiting car, sensing the driver's amused gaze on her.

She expected her offhand comment as soon as she got into the car, and it did not take long to come.

“Asked you out this time?” A reproachful look was the answer to that question, and Ichika shrugged as she set off, “What? I didn’t say anything bad. He’s single.”

“He was the husband of a patient. Who died six months ago.”

“If he hadn’t believed in the supernatural, he would have probably seen your advice to help him with his wife’s unfinished business as a flirtatious intent.”

She rolled her eyes, “Why so interested in my love life? Think about your own love life instead. As soon as they find out you have a passion for the supernatural and the paranormal they run for the hills. Not a single one lingers at least a little.” She grinned, “Oh! And when they know that your cousin senses and sees shadows of dead people? Uuuuh!”

Ichika let out a humph, turning right after stopping at a red light.

Yua just chuckled under her breath, knowing that this was a weakness of hers.

“I haven’t find the right one yet, that’s all.”

“If you say so. By the way,” she looked at her, “are you still trying that book?”

“Key word: trying.” She pouted, “It’s in latin, I can’t understand shit.”

Yua frowned, “Latin? All in latin?”

“Yeah. All in latin. It’s frustrating.”

A strange feeling came over when she saw her eyes light up and a smile spread on her face. Ichika gazed at her for a moment before looking back at the road.

She hoped it was not what she thought.

“You know latin, don't you?”

Yua inhaled before she grunted.

Yes, that was what she thought.

“Seriously?”

Ichika stepped on the brake at the red light and used this opportunity to look at her with puppy eyes and pouting lips.

They stood still, silence the only companion, until Yua eventually relented, dropping dead weight onto the seat and turning her head to the other side.

Her cousin's chuckle made her sigh. She was still unable to say no, not with that cute face in front of her.

“So? What does it say?”

She snorted a laugh at her feet bouncing up and down as she clapped her hands together, the swivel chair bouncing with each of her movements, and her computer turning on.

She turned another page of the book, crossing one leg over the other, ready for her disappointed reaction.

“Instructions.”

Ichika blinked, immobilized, “What?”

“Instructions on how to love someone, care for them, never take them for granted, and how to be loved back.” She looked up at her, “It’s more of a journal than a book of spells.”

“I was excited for nothing.” Ichika dropped her shoulders, then fell back onto the chair and clicked on one of the many icons on her desktop.

“But where did you find it?”

“In a secret compartment of the last drawer of the bedside table. Are you sure it's not yours, Laura? It looks as old as you.”

A breath of whispered words filled with disdain reached her ears and Yua let out a whistle of surprise.

“She didn't like it.”

Laura was a foreigner who had lived in this apartment thirty years before. Since her death from a slip in the bathroom that caused her to hit her head, she had remained to haunt it and prevent anyone from buying it.

Until Yua came along.

Yua understood her sadness and grief of losing her life at only twenty-five years old.

And Laura was aware of her sensitivity regarding the spiritual and non-corporeal world.

Or surely it was a matter of sympathy. She just liked Yua.

Consequently, she had decided to let her in and live with her.

She left the 90s style that adorned the place, both as a favor to Laura and for her own personal taste. She didn't mind it at all.

She had not expected, however, that a year later Ichika would also be there. Nor had Yua herself actually expected it.

They had always been close since childhood, especially because of Yua's sixth sense and Ichika's love of things not of this world. She was the only one who stood by her side along with her father.

The fun part about living with a slightly grumpy ghost and a bubbly cousin were the sisterly squabbles they had.

Like now.

“I didn't say anything untrue, though.” A slight pain in her scalp led her to touch the injured part, “Ouch! Not the hair!”

Yua tried to hold back the smile and laughter that was slipping out of her.

Her eyes landed on the screen showing the main screen of a game – Homichiper, the one she was always talking about in the last few days – and she wrinkled her nose at realizing what she wanted to do with the journal.

She stood up from the edge of the bed and approached Ichika, placing the journal on the desk.

“Don't tell me you wanted to dig up spells to make a fictional character in this game real.”

Ichika found her mouth hanging open as an unconditional reflex, taken aback by being caught.

She closed it again shortly after before shrugging, “Well... the game is good. Fantastic! And the characters are superb!”

“I know, you've already told me about it.”

“You should try it.”

“I will.” She looked at the journal, picked it up again and waved it in the air. “And this one is confiscated.”

Ichika sulked, “Why?!”

Yua gestured at the object between her fingers.

“You can't even read it!”

“Fair.”

The rain tapping on the window panes, the soft light in the room and the darkness outside created the right atmosphere for playing.

Taking a sip of her juice from the straw, she read the writing that appeared on the screen of another ending she had reached: Scarlet End.

She could understand the reason behind Ichika’s fondness for this game.

The gloomy atmosphere, an unfamiliar language that you had to try to figure out, different characters you don't know whether to trust or not, even ourselves.

It had ended up on her list of favorite games.

She opened the page of all the saves made and clicked on the one of Mr. Scarletella. The background music started along with the appearance of the red background and him with the umbrella in the center of it.

In the list of her favorite characters was him instead.

She was a reader of dark novels, knowing that there was such a character made her quite happy.

He was definitely the stalker, probably also a yandere. They went hand in hand, actually.

She almost snorted a laugh at her own thoughts, sucking on the straw for another sip before setting the glass tumbler down. In doing so, she felt her hand brush with something, and glanced at what it was.

The journal was still there. She didn’t know what to do with it. Put it in a shelf of her books? Maybe. It could have become a collector's item.

Grasping it between her fingers, she inspected it more closely.

It was black leather, with embossed bramble thorns that framed both the spine and the journal boards only to intertwine in the center to form a heart.

She didn't even know how to fully describe it.

She opened it to take another look and a slight warmth spread throughout the right side of her body, letting her know that Laura had leaned forward to do the same.

“Are you sure it's not yours?” She looked at her, “It was in your drawer.”

The silhouette shaping her head shook from side to side, denying that item belonged to her, or rather, disclaiming any memory of it.

“You don't remember it at all?”

A shrug and then another shake.

“It probably wasn't that important to you then,” she noted, giving a quick reading to the pages she was flipping through. “Or it's not–” a blink was the reaction to the words that were now before her eyes, causing her to freeze slightly before going on. “–really yours. To cherish and behold throughout eternity…” she translated. “Is this a love spell or something?”

There were other sentences below preceded by the colon next to the one she had just spoken, and at that moment she decided to become the cat who was being killed by curiosity by reading the text.

“Te voco, nam praesentiam tuam desidero. Ostende mihi ipsum, ut me capias et nunquam respicias.” She mentally gave herself a pat on the shoulder as she smiled at Laura. “I’m still pretty good with my pronunciation.”

Her ears heard a slight static noise with the music playing out of tune which put her on her toes. She realized it was the computer's speakers that seemed to have a little trouble in their regular operation.

She huffed, "Great, I guess. Now the computer also wants to scare the shit out of me.”

She placed the journal back on her desk as she tried to get out of the game, but it did not seem to work.

Suddenly a loud bass echoed in her eardrums and she covered her ears with her hands to muffle it, wrinkling her brow in pain.

Her pupils constricted in witnessing the continuous fading and blending of colors on the screen with flickering black and white backgrounds. A play of light and shadow that was making her head spin and skip heartbeats.

Everything was glitching.

Until it became completely dark, only the outside lights slightly allowing her to see, the rain louder than before.

Looking around, she tried to calm her raging heart and breathe normally.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! That's the third time in a month!”

From Ichika's high-pitched irritated voice and the silence that was previously filled by the switched-on hair dryer that she heard muffled because of her closed door, she could deduce that there was a power outage.

Yua heaved a sigh of relief.

“The hair dryer died on me! I bought it a few days ago!”

“You’ll have to buy another one then!” she replied, trying to turn on the computer but to no avail.

Great, it was completely screwed.

She flopped back in her chair, releasing a frustrated grunt, “And my pc died on me too.”

“I’m gonna sue them!”

“You wish!” she snorted, getting up to open the door.

A shiver down her spine, a lump in her throat and goose bumps all over her body pinned her hand on the handle.

Something was there. An unfamiliar presence. It was not Laura.

Her eyes ended on her right and there, a few meters away, was a shadow.

Her eyes drifted to her right. A bolt of lightning that struck nearby lit up the room and, a couple of meters away, revealed a shadow.

The shape, the silhouette, was strange. She couldn't see it well. It was fuzzy, not fully formed.

She couldn't move.

“The power is back!”

She gasped, blinking uncontrollably and her body slightly shaking.

“Damn it, Ichika!” she blurted out in a startled whisper.

When she drew her gaze back to the shadow, it was gone.

Dinner was ready, there was a silence that may have been pleasant for Ichika, but for Yua it was not.

She tapped her finger on the table rhythmically, not taking her eyes off the blurry shadow that had been in the house since yesterday.

This time, however, part of its shadow was missing. It was shaping itself more.

The only reason for its intrusion here was because of that diary.

It remained motionless, making no sound.

It was doing just that.

It could be a good or bad sign depending on its intentions.

“By the way, have you seen Laura?” Ichika inquired, eating another forkful. “She hasn’t played any tricks on me in a while. Is she sick?”

Yua gestured with her chin behind her, “It’s probably because of that Shadow.”

“A Shadow? An intruder?!” she turned her head for a split second to take a look before shifting her attention back to her cousin, “There’s another Shadow here?!”

“The journal. I read it.”

She deadpanned, ”Are you stupid?”

“Hey, I’m older! Don’t insult me!” She adjusted her eyeglasses, feeling offended.

“An older doing things a younger one would do. A regression of intellect, I would say. You solve the problem, I won’t get involved,” she pointed at Yua before herself. “But just to know… what did you read?”

Yua wrinkled up her nose, her eyes elsewhere.

“Yua. What did you read?”

“A love spell.”

Ichika's mouth seemed to have fallen off because of how open it was.

“Dammit, cousin! You practically summoned a ghost to be your lover! You’re really stupid!”

“Ok, I got it. I’m stupid,” she agreed with her, hands in midair going back and forth to gesture for her to stop. “Now I just need to figure out whether he will do damage or not. So far he doesn't seem to want anything but to stare at me as if I were a succulent freshly baked cake.”

The shadow's silhouette had fully developed. Some aspects of it had shown that he was a man, such as his shoulders and chest –which she had seen in profile as he had moved from behind Ichika to walk around the table and approach her.

“A he? The spell gave you a man.” Ichika whistled.

“And he’s right next to me now.”

A shiver shook Ichika all over, “Uh, yikes.”

She observed with slight fear how Yua had her gaze fixed on a spot high in the air. Way up high. The man had to be a fucking giant.

"Is he… that tall?"

She nodded," He is."

“I’m concerned now.”

Silence surrounded them.

Yua knew he was watching her, sensing his intense gaze.

She was also aware that she had made a mistake in reading that spell, it had definitely awakened and confused him by the situation.

The only solution for the moment was to treat him kindly and maybe figure out how to send him back.

“Hi. I'm so sorry if I startled you by calling you here.” He tilted his head to the side at her words. “Welcome to this house.”

She streched out her hand with a smile and waited for an answer.

She saw the shape of his head go straight back before lowering in the direction of her hand. He then touched it with his, but not for a shake.

He had grasped it for a caress with his fingers, enveloping it with his warmth.

It was still okay, it was a good sign.

It was a good sign indeed.

He was kind. He helped them search for items they couldn't remember where they were, he respected their privacy, he wasn't out of line at all.

He was very friendly as well. If Ichika wanted to ask something about him the answers were always there without any brute manner – although most of the time they were a shrug because he probably didn't remember much like Laura.

His name especially, so they decided to call him by his favorite color – under his request – and he was now Red.

With her the situation was different though. Even too much so.

After a couple of days, he was not just helping out of kindness, he seemed completely devoted in whatever she did or said.

A puppy who did not want to leave his owner for a second.

Infatuated and happy.

Like now as he lay on her bed in a fetal position facing her, the pillow wrapped around his arms.

Another thing she had noticed was that the power he possessed to be able to touch and even hold objects to himself had gradually manifested during the days he was now here. It seemed as if the more he had contact with this earthly world, the more he could be a part of it even if in a not very vivid form.

She laughed softly, “On my bed again? Do you like it that much?”

She saw him clutch the pillow tighter to himself with Ichika's amused laughter in the background as she walked behind her down the hallway holding the basket of dirty laundry.

“It's your scent on the blankets that he likes.”

She almost choked on her own saliva and turned her head to look at her, surprised, “Ichika!”

“Well, think about it!” She watched her enter the bathroom. “You always find him there when you come back. He probably stays there from the time you leave.”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing the door handle to close it, “I'll close the door so I can hear less of your perverted bullshit.”

“It's logical thinking, not kinky bullshit!”

The door was closed and nothing more was heard.

“Excuse her. Sometimes she talks nonsense.” A whisper of words reached her ears as she approached the ghost, but she flashed him an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I still cannot understand what you are saying. Your language is completely foreign to me.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other.

The language barrier was one of the problems between them. Unfortunately, this aspect had remained unchanged. However, he seemed to understand her. She did not know how, perhaps he interpreted the situations that took place around him or had lived here and learned the language.

She frowned upon noticing that he had his head under the pillow.

"Why are you hiding your face? Is something wrong?" it was then that she realized his reaction. “Are you blushing because of what Ichika said?” He tried to hide more, causing her to gape in astonishment. “Oh my God, you’re adorable! So you really like my scent? It's okay,” She grabbed the pillow to pull it away from him, thus being able to see his shadowy face, conveying gentleness and calm with her tone of voice. “I won't get mad.”

It was possibly a way to feel less nervous. Some scents helped relax the senses – even if they were of people’s; it was not something to be ashamed of.

She laughed at herself inwardly. She was psychoanalyzing a ghost again. She had to stop involving her work in personal matters, but if it served the purpose of returning back him whom she had brought here against his will, so be it.

The issue was that she could no longer find the journal. She had searched every nook and cranny of the apartment.

It was gone, vanished.

She asked Red if he had seen it, but nothing. Laura, on the other hand, gave no signs of response other than her gaze fixed on the shadow man as always.

Therefore, her hands were tied.

But she would not stop looking for it. It would pop up again sooner or later.

In the meantime she was doing research using the new computer – this time a laptop – even though the results on the Internet did not lead to much.

This was to be expected.

Another murmur of words and she brought her attention back to Red, now no longer in the fetal position but seated.

He was not saying sentences, but repeating her name. He had probably seen her lost in thought and was trying to bring her back.

“What is it, Red?”

His arm had reached out, bringing the palm of his hand to graze her cheek before settling down completely and caressing it.

Then it slid toward the nape of her neck, applying gentle pressure to bring her closer to him as his other arm passed around her waist.

She thus ended up slightly falling forward, her face close to his while in a tight embrace.

He rubbed his cheek against hers before stopping and remaining still.

She blinked, completely taken aback. She did not know how to react. It was certainly a peculiar situation.

Yes, we could say that. Obviously.

She had not gone into a state of confusion at all.

Recovering herself, she shook off her surprise and patted his arm lightly to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, everythng is fine. I’ll find a way to bring you back, even without the journal.”

She did not notice the ghost's sudden change in mood. The sudden millisecond change in appearance where eyes with completely narrowed pupils were shown staring at her and then at the door before returning to the emptiness of the shadow.

Laura, sensing that she had been caught in the act behind that object that separated them only by being closed, gasped and then retreated like a terrified puppy to her hideout.

“I feel kind of sad to have to kick him out,” Yua sighed, walking through the streets with Ichika by her side.

Her cousin looked at her sideways as soon as she uttered those words.

“He’s a ghost.”

“But he’s such a cutie patootie!” she cooed.

“He’s a ghost,” Ichika repeated, this time slowly to articulate the statement. “You can’t do much with him.”

Yua pouted, crossing her arms, “We can be friends. Just a thought.”

“Strongly convinced that he wants to be something else, given the way he won't shake off you.”

“I’m a safe place for him. He’s here because of me.”

“And that's why you're going to make him go back to where he came from.” She reminded her, taking her by the arm and resting her temple against hers. “Maybe he wants it, too. And Laura is terrified to death of him. Joke aside.” Ichika lifted her head from hers to glance at her, sadness filling her eyes, “I don't know what it's caused by. Perhaps something with her death, or phobia of men... but she doesn't talk anymore, she doesn't make herself heard. And I miss her jokes. We have tried in every way to involve her, but as long as Red is there, we will not get results. She’s part of the family now, and I want my family to stick togther.”

She was right.

They had known Laura for years now – Yua for five and Ichika for four.

Estranging her feelings was not respectful.

“I will.”

Yua’s determined expression made Ichika smile, “Well, now I'm going. The German is waiting for me.”

“Another one of the dating apps?”

“Recently moved here!” A mischievous smile appeared on her face, “And he's a handsome stud, too.”

Yua laughed, “You’re unbelievable!”

“I see my daddy and you see yours.”

She enacted a gag reflex, disgusted by the implication, “Don’t you dare ever again!”

Ichika chuckled and planted a kiss on her cheek before releasing her arm and walking away.

Yua just shook her head, trying not to laugh.

Cold, eerie, heavy air.

Footsteps echoed in the silent apartment and in Laura's ears, still hiding under the bed in her room years before.

It was pressing, suffocating as if someone wanted to deprive you of oxygen.

It spewed fire, ice, a mixture of emotions.

Red's shadowy feet stopped in front of the bedroom doors facing each other, thus entering her field of vision only one side of him –from the calf to the shoe.

He glanced in the direction of her hiding place before returning to stare at the front door at the end of the hall.

It opened effortlessly.

“That rascal of a cousin of yours might as well have joined us for dinner. Men to have fun with certainly don't run away,” her father grumpily muttered, cutting another piece of his steak.

Yua nodded in amusement, doing the same with hers, “Oh, yes, she could have. If someone didn't lecture her every time she was seen...”

He chewed on that piece of meat, “Guilty.”

“Don't worry, Grumpy, you'll see her next time. You are her favorite uncle, after all,” she pointed at him with her fork before putting it into her mouth to eat her food.

“I hope so. I must give her another earful.”

They both laughed.

It had been at least two weeks since she had seen her father. It seemed like an eternity had passed for her, for her father certainly a millennium.

The deep bond they shared expanded feeling of belonging. His unconditional love was her fundamental pillar for moving forward, in addition to Ichika's.

His perseverance in defending his daughter who was being mocked, humiliated and estranged because she had sensitive capabilities was what added more admiration on her part for the man who was broken but struggled without relenting.

The ruined marriage did not turn him against her, did not blame her for anything - even if it had been because of those abilities.

His mother did not want a monster and decided she wanted nothing to do with them.

Yua could understand, but up to a point.

She noticed her father's soft gaze and smiled at him, “What is it, dad?”

“I can’t believe you’re thirty-one. It feels like yesterday you were my little baby.”

Nostalgia was perceptible in his voice, his eyes shining excitedly.

“You used to run all over the house yelling ‘Daddy, Daddy, come here or I'll kick you in the booty!’” he imitated her naughty little girl voice, making her giggle. “And your mother recording the whole thing…”

No one spoke after this for a while.

“It seems she remarried and has a ten-year-old son.”

Yua inhaled, metabolizing the news, “She didn't abandon him. Apparently she had the normal family she always desired.”

“It seems so…”

Yua felt a weight on her chest at seeing him down and stretched her arm toward him on the table, moving her fingers to invite him to grab it. He did so.

“Dad, I’m okay.”

The tone was firm and gentle, without wavering.

“She’s still your mother. If her abandonment hurt me, it surely hurt you, her daughter.”

“Yeah, she is my mother. Someone gave birth to me, yes. Biologically speaking, she is my mother. But nothing more, nothing less. You stayed and continue to stay. You are the only one I care about.”

She gave his hand a stronger squeeze to reinforce the value of her words and he almost cried.

“Oh, dad, don’t cry, please.”

“I’m so happy…” he choked.

“You’re a big softie.”

Her smile faltered as her eyes lingered in the distance behind her father.

It had begun to rain, but what caught her off guard was the shadow lurking near a streetlight that illuminated the street.

Tall, with a silhouette above his head that gave shape to an umbrella.

Red was there.

It was out of the house.

And she could feel his gaze on her. Penetrating, pressing, blazing.

He seemed to be trembling, raging, impatient, on the edge.

Her heart almost gave out.

The lights outside and in the restaurant began to flicker. Crazy and uncontrolled.

People watched in confusion, motionless in their seats.

Until the restaurant glasses around them exploded, leading Yua, her father and other customers to cover their heads.

Some pieces ending up inside and others outside.

Panic increased.

She was shaking like a leaf, her legs almost ceasing to work when she got up to see how her father was doing.

“Are you okay, dad?!”

He soothed her with a caress on her arm, "Yes, yes. I'm fine."

She breathed a sigh of relief before shifting her gaze back outside, but Red was gone.

Her lips quivered.

“I’ll drive you home, dad. I have a problem to solve.”

After bringing her father home, she was now standing at the apartment door as she alerted Ichika of the situation on the phone. The cousin was petrified by the news and told that she would return immediately and not to do anything crazy until she arrived and found a solution together.

But Yua did not listen to her; she could not. Her father could seriously injure himself with that stunt.

She didn't even know he could get out and was so powerful that he could destroy a restaurant!

It had been her mistake to let her guard down.

The apartment was quiet, so quiet that she shuddered.

She went straight to her room, because she knew he was there.

She took a few steps to enter and turn the light on.

He was standing in the center of the room, waiting for her as he always did when she came home from work.

A lump formed in her throat and she swallowed, “Why did you do that? You didn't have to. My father was there, and other people too. Did you want to kill them all? Was that a warning?”

He whispered words, but did not understand them. She didn't understand and was frustrated about it. Why didn't she understand what she was saying?! What language was that?!

What was she supposed to do?

She was breathing rapidly, agitated, afraid.

She saw him move one step, then another. He could hear the rumble of shoes touching the floor.

And this terrified her not a little, for she had ever heard anything belonging to the shadows make any noise.

His hand grasped hers at an extreme speed, forcing her to gasp and wriggle to free it.

Her eyes were becoming glossy, not wanting to be at his mercy.

“No, let go of me! I said let go!”

A dull noise reached her ears and she looked down. In front of her was the journal she had been searching so hard for just a few inches from Red's shoes.

She was out of breath, her lungs constricting and her mind in turmoil.

He had never intended to leave; he had only made her believe it.

Her attention was drawn to the shadowy silhouette leaning against the wall to her right. It was the umbrella she had seen earlier held by him.

On instinct she reacted.

Her leg came up to strike him in the shin, causing him to bend slightly in pain, before she grabbed the umbrella and struck a blow with it to free herself from his grip.

But what she had not heard, was that before she put her hand on the object, a voice had shouted not to do so.

“I told you not to touch it.”

A woman voice said in a choked whimper, and she half-turned around taken aback.

A red-haired, teary-eyed, trembling young woman was behind her. She did not know what she looked like, but she recognized her voice.

This time it was clearer, not a whisper mixed with the wind.

“Laura…? Your… Your voice… You’re… not a shadow anymore. I can see see you.”

Another tear ran down Laura’s cheek, “Why did you not listen to me…? I told you he was the one who took the journal.”

Realization struck Yua like a lightening.

Her body shook violently, teardrops rolling down her face.

“Oh, my God…!”

She looked in front of her again, but what she saw left her even more bewildered.

She was now holding a red umbrella.

It was not shadowy, but red.

It was red.

She looked up and her mouth opened, but with no sound to come out of it.

There was no shadow. There was red hair, grayish skin, black eyes, a turtleneck sweater, an ankle-length red coat and formal shoes.

No shadow, no Red.

But Mr. Scarletella.

Her head began to deny this possibility, shaking it repeatedly.

She sobbed, “No way… No way… Mr.Scarletella doesn’t exist. He’s fictional.”

For an interminable amount of time, Mr.Scarletella’s eyes stared at the hand that gingerly held his umbrella.

His smile grew, reaching almost halfway across his face. His irises had widened, almost under the influence of some drug. They shone with a light of their own-

He was enthusiastic, euphoric.

And Yua realized she was doomed.

“I’m so sorry, Yua,” Laura cried, as a mental breakdown and hopelessness took over.

She shook her head, “It’s not your fault, Laura. It’s mine. I’m just paying the consequences. Turn around, don’t look.”

Laura did not.

The presence of that fictional character became more and more menancing, the contact of the shoes with the floor making that echoing noise again.

The tip of the umbrella now touched his covered stomach, but within seconds, the situation had been flipped.

One of his arms had pulled her to himself, no longer allowing her her feet to be in contact with the floor, while his other hand rested on hers, holding together the umbrella now opened by him.

And it was at that moment that the words of her father came back to mind, when one day she could no longer deal with ghosts.

"Honey, if you see something that you feel you can't overpower, don't let it get to you. If you do, you won't come back."

She snorted, sad and tired, feeling cheated by life.

“I guess I won’t come back, dad.”

A desperate whisper.

And the next scene was a frightened Ichika running around the apartment looking for her cousin, shouting even Laura’s name to know what happened.

But everything was empty, and the only thing she saw were the light on in Yua’s room and the journal on the floor.

She collapsed to the ground, a desperate cry that did not stop echoing in that house that would never be the same again.

She cursed the day she found that damned journal.

She cursed herself for finding it.

Yua was gone.

She was gone.

She was taken away.

And she’d never come back.

Latin translation:

I summon thee, for I yearn for thy presence

Show me thyself, to take me and never look back

[miura-jenory]

I'm having a lil break for a month before another deadlines comes so... here's a scarletella collab with my friend (I do the coloring)

[crustyorangecat]

mr. scarletella watching from the distance how everyone in the fandom choose anybody but him (i love him)

mr. scarletella is my #2 fav homicipher character. and for some reason its really hard for me to draw him cuz i get embarassed

[iijel0e]

it feels good to do an eerie illustration every once in a while,,, this one isn't my best, but it's good practice

i actually finished this last month lmao the executive dysfunction is real

[myraniellejkelly]

Imagine Dori Sakurada played as Mr. Scarletella from Homicipher

[komorikarma]

Just a Mr. Scarletella that I made in Picrew 🥰

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Under His Umbrella Pt.5

You weren’t sure how long you had been in whatever world this was, but you harbored no regrets. Mr. Scarletella kept his promise; none of the other citizens of this world dared to bother you. If they tried, they were quickly dealt with.

Mr. Scarletella rarely left your side for long stretches of time. You weren’t sure what he did when he left but you right now you laid contently upon a lone, worn mattress in the middle of a river of red as far as the eye could see. 

This was the private domain of Mr. Scarletella, a place he had shared with you.

A place you felt completely safe and at home. 

Your eyes fluttered, knowing instantly when Mr. Scarletella returned but you did not fully open them. 

You felt the deep shadow cast over you and fought not to allow your lips to twitch. 

Then the shadow came closer and you felt the breathing of your companion. 

“Hello?”

“....” You fought not to even move, playing dead as it were. 

You could picture Mr. Scarletella cocking his head as he tried to make sense of this new game you were playing, “You okay?” 

“.....” 

“Hm…” A long note crawled out of Mr. Scarletella as you felt your cheek being poked. 

You almost lost it then and there but you managed to sit perfectly still. 

“Alive, yes. Hello?” 

“.....” 

“You okay?” 

“.....” 

“Why no speak? Angry? Sick?” 

You couldn’t help but burst out in giggles then, your eyes popping open to see Mr. Scarletella’s upside down face. His deep black eye were fixed upon you with a frown on his face. A frown that became deeper making you begin to work on feeling bad for teasing him. He seemed as if he was becoming a little too concerned over your supposed to be harmless joke.  

You turned over on your stomach before pushing up to your knees to face him as your giggling continued, “No angry. I play. Sorry.”

Mr. Scarletella grin widened then, “Good. It’s fine. Play good. No angry, yes?” 

“No angry.” 

“Good.” 

Mr. Scarletella continued to gaze down at you, seeming more content now that he established there was nothing wrong.

Perhaps you two could have stayed that way forever but…

Your eyes consciously wandered over Mr. Scarletella, feeling yourself warm the longer you looked at him. Lately your thoughts have begun to wander. You had begun to forget details of your human life except for the memory of the pain you felt. You were too happy to forgo those details, not trying to hang onto them too tightly. 

The warm lingering feelings for this umbrella creature had began to deepen as of late. You wanted to do something with these feelings and the concept of a kiss came back to you. You wanted to share such a thing with him but you did not know if he even know what a kiss was.

Did he even feel the same as you?

Did you even want to ask? 

Embarrassment flooded you every time you thought about it making you shy away from the issue all together.

“Okay? You okay?” 

You snapped back to realize that Mr. Scarletella was inches from your face, his lone visible black eye fixed upon you in confusion. His black holed mouth tugged downwards.

You had been staring so long at Mr. Scarletella that he had begun to get worried. 

He had noticed lately that your look had….changed. 

He didn’t know how or why though. 

Case in point, your eyes looked like they had been staring unseeing at him. When you jolted out of it, you snatched your eyes away from him. 

Mr. Scarletella cocked his head. Why were you acting this strange? 

So he peered even closer. He did not want his human to suffer anything. He needed to know so he could fix it. If you needed something, he expected you to tell him. Or he would pry. 

Whatever works. 

“Hurt? Scared? What wrong?” 

You ended up pushing Mr. Scarletella back as you shot to your feet. To distract both of you, you reached out and snatched his umbrella with a playful smile. Mr. Scarletella's hands flexed in surprise. 

Twirling the umbrella on your shoulder, you awaited his reaction. 

“.....You bad…..” 

You could almost hear a teasing lit in Mr. Scarletella’s voice. You couldn't help but to stick your tongue out at him as you began to aimlessly walk around. 

Mr. Scarletella followed you, as a silent shadow. 

You began to slow down, absently gnawing on your lips. 

You felt Mr. Scarletella leaned over your free shoulder, his hand reaching out to grasp your hand on the handle of his umbrella, “You okay?”

You gazed at his hand, even as you felt strands of red hair tickling your cheek.  Then you turned your head, staring straight into Mr. Scarletella’s eyes. In the inky depths you could see the concern lurking that was rising quickly the longer your gazes stayed connected. This umbrella creature has always seemed to show much care and concern to you. It seemed as if he was looking at you like that more and more lately.  And it wasn’t fair for you to make him worry like that.

You shifted your gaze away from him. You felt him trying to bend to capture your gaze once more. You took a step forward, making him retract his hand before spinning around to him. Thankfully, he straightened to his full height but you could feel the weight of his stare, even as you stared at his midsection. 

Then the words popped out before you could think it through, “Kiss? You know?” 

Only after a bit of silence had passed did you dare to peer up at him.

After your gaze met his, he cocked his head, trying out the unfamiliar word, “..ik?”

“Kiss.”

“....Not know. What ki..isk? 

You felt yourself warm again and spun back around, absently twirling the umbrella over your shoulder. You began walking forward thinking on how to explain it, “Two beings like lots, lots. Want mouth touch. Kiss.” 

“Mouth touch….” 

Mr. Scarletella thought about it awhile as he trailed after you. He felt he had seen humans engaged in a mouth touch before. He had not thought much of it until you mentioned it. A kiss, you called it? Did that mean the humans liked each other a lot and that's why they did that? 

Wait, you both liked each other lots!

You felt the umbrella lift from your shoulder. Your eyes followed this over your shoulder, ended up looking at Mr. Scarletella who had leaned down to peer directly into your face, holding the umbrella over both of you. 

“I like you. You like me. Lots, lots. Yes?” 

You dipped your head once.  

“Then mouth touch. We kiss, yes?”  

You quickly dismissed his words, “You no want. It's fine.”  

Mr. Scarletella frowned, “I want. I kiss you. Mouth touch you. I like. I want. You want too, yes?”  

You felt something welling up in you and in your haste you slipped back to your natural language waving him off, while not looking at him, “You don’t have to. It’s fine. It’s nothing. Forget I even said anything. I shouldn't have brought it up. This is…” 

A small yelp escaped you when you felt yourself being pulled by your arm. You jerked your head up in time to see Mr. Scarletella leaning down, his mouth inches from yours, stalling your words. Your eyes went wide as they gazed into his own. 

“Mouth touch, I want.” Mr. Scarletella was slow and unhurried, making his intentions very clear, “You want kiss, yes? I want. I want. You want. You want. You like me. I like you. Lots, lots. Mouth touch, we kiss.” 

Then he was closing the gap, pressing his lips lightly on yours. His inky eyes were open as he watch shock flood through your own. 

Wait, should he have done that? 

This was what you wanted right? 

Before he could get too far into his self-reflection, you surged forward, pressing your lips to his. It was Mr. Scarletella’s turn to be taken aback, but he quickly relaxed using his free hand to encircle around your waist, pulling you to him. He let you guide him, angling his head this way and that, your hands on either side of his face.

Oh, was he supposed to shut his eyes? Yours were shut. So he shut them. 

When you pulled back, your eyes kept darting around.

Then...  

Mr. Scarletella was giggling, his grin stretching to unnatural proportions. He was barely aware of glitching in and out due to his emotional state. 

“I like!! I like lots!! We kiss, lots, yes. Kiss. Kiss!” He cried before pulling you back into his embrace. 

Your embarrassment was quickly dispelled by Mr. Scarletella’s enthused response. 

It seems you had something else to do to pass the time now.

Something Mr. Scarletella would definitely take advantage of. 

FIN.

[archivofliv]

hope this fandom isn't COMPLETELY dead because im cooking something up in the drafts rn !! ❤️

[kkiyo1102]

kinda want to make it as a keychain tbh

hope i'll draw other characters too

[straykidsnerd255]

Can you please do a mr scarletta x reader fluff headcanon like if the reader take him home with her

A/n: I am so sorry this came out so late and that it's short! I didn’t have any energy to write, I had a sore tooth and then my laptop broke. But I hope that you enjoy this nonetheless.

Taking Mr Scarletella home instead:

He’s actually so shy when he steps into your home.

You would notice the stalker like vibes he exhibited before would be completely nonexistent while he walks around your home.

He doesn’t touch anything, doesn’t move anything around, but simply looks around.

As you returned home around dinner time, you quickly made dinner for both you and Mr. Scarlatella.

He watched you eat before copying your movements. You smiled when his eyes lit up like kids on Christmas.

You taught him how to speak like you did and even helped him with the tv and computer when you had to leave for work.

When it was time to sleep, you were not sure how he would take sleeping in a different room that you were not in, but he walked right into the room you had provided for him.

The next morning, you both sat down for breakfast, idly chatting with each other. 

As you lifted the spoon to your mouth, Mr. Scarlatella looked over at you. 

“Do you ever wish you brought one of the others home instead of me?” 

Your hand froze before you put the spoon in your mouth. You lowered the spoon before placing it back in the bowl. 

“I don’t. Sure, you were a bit, how do I put this, stalkerish when I was trying to find my why out of that place, but right now, you just seemed like you could use someone to talk too.” You replied, lifting the spoon to take a bite. 

Mr. Scarlatella watched your movements before a small smile appeared on his face. He took another bite of food, happy that you were his now. 

He remembered everything he had tried to do back in the other world and realized why you had been reluctant to even choose him. 

As the days go by, you catch yourself watching Mr. Scarlatella as he moves around your home, keeping it cleaner than you had at times.

As the years went by, the people that lived around you were not scared when the near 10-foot man walked out of your house with you.

He does like to tease you from time to time, asking you for your name even though he already knows your name and loves it. 

All in all, you loved your decision on bringing Mr. Scarlatella home with you. The kids in your neighborhood thought so when he was able to get their kite out of the tree.

[ohtlithecleric]

More art practice with him, idk backgrounds lol

[jake-meraga]

environment study with umbrella man cameo

[junjomonstah]

Finished all my Homicipher Art Cards! 💖

They're all up for grabs in my store if you are interested! C:

[iijel0e]

cringy homicipher doodle dump red40 my beloved

vvvv more below cut! vvv

bonus mr. gap lmao

[methodmen]

my fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in — [mr. crawling/reader]

Content Warning: Hand Jobs, Possessive Behavior, Grinding, Mildly Dubious Consent, Corruption Kink

Authors Note: the real synposis of this fic should have been this: 070 (mr. crawling) was so sweet and willing. the big headed bitch (reader) on the right had the craziest attitude. nd she grasping onto shake like somebody tryna snatch her

Synopsis: A twisted form of comfort comes to you in the form of an impossibly elongated figure, draped in tattered, blackened rags that cling to his form like remnants of a long-forgotten nightmare. His skin is pale to the point of translucence, stretched tight over a gaunt, spectral appearance that belies an unsettling strength.

[…] Your fingers still. You consider the question, but only briefly, because the answer has always been obvious. You’re mine.

Read here! Reblogs and comments appreciated! 🖤🧡