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Something is Wrong With Emma

Chapter 20: Inferno

Summary:

Joker visits Edgar for Galatea’s whereabouts. Emma and Memory follows Tracy and Helena to Hulabaloo Circus without realizing that their lives are in danger. Why is that?

Characters in this chapter: Emma, Tracy, Memory, Galatea, Joker, Helena, Edgar, followers of Yidhra, Yidhra/Dream Witch (mentioned), Sergei (mentioned), “Kroto”/Margaretha (mentioned), Luca (mentioned), and Jack the Ripper (mentioned).

Notes:

Sorry for the long wait.
With Christmas, new years, and a writer’s block, I have been lacking ton writing.
* I apologize if this chapter seems a bit rushed since I had a writer’s block*
* Some things I had to cut out that was planned to be in the story.
* There are maybe 2-3 more chapters left before the official ending! I’ll try to get those in soon since school now started.

WARNING BEFORE READING CHAPTER: suic** is mentioned/scene, Major Character death, long chapter, explicit language, blood/gore, “canni***ism”, child death

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

A week has passed with the oh so "mysterious" death of Margaretha—aka "Kroto", who was going to play Dorothy in an upcoming "Wizard of Oz" musical.
She was found hanging by a dancer's rhythmic ribbon that was tied like a noose.
Investigators deemed her death as suicide.
Joker, who had previously "dealt" with Sergei in private was truly devastated that he couldn't protect her.
He was also surprised by her true identity of being Sergei's wife.

As of now on not believing that it was suicide, Joker spends his retirement hunting the killer to his beloved...

And a suspect has already been made.

 

Joker quickly took note of Memory reportedly being jealous of Kroto and her success.
Joker also took note of Memory claiming the role of Dorothy from Kroto after her death.

Art by  @sio_510_510 Twitter / Pixiv User ID: 64050314


He knew he could get to her by offering help to Emma, but he knew that his " help" would cause suspicions from her.
What he had to do was get another person involved on getting Memory alone to take his revenge.

And not knowing if she was dead or alive after last hearing about her possibly escaping The Ripper's clutches, Joker goes out in search for no one other than...

 

Ms. Galatea.


In Abundance's prison, Edgar is told by a police officer that he has a visitor.
Expecting it to be his butler or maybe even a relative, Edgar is guided towards the private room in handcuffs.
He squints his eyes in disgust to see this funny-looking skinny dude staring at him from the table.
Edgar looks back at the officers.

 

Edgar:
(To police guards)
You're not really leaving me in here with this fruit-loop clown, right?

 

The police guards ignore him and closes the door to the room. Edgar hesitantly walks towards the table, where Joker greets him.


Joker:
Edgar Valden, is it?

 

Edgar:
Who's asking?
Who the fuck are you?

 

Joker:
I am Joker, I used to work as—

 

Edgar:
Yeah, yeah—I don't need the extra information.
This meeting is over.
I don't know you—
(Shouts)
Guards!

 

Joker:
Wait!
Do you know if Galatea is alive?

 

Edgar gives a sharp gaze towards the clown.

 

Edgar:
what did you just ask me...

 

Joker:
Galatea...Emma's adopted daughter?
I done some research about you all.
That's how I was able to find you here.

 

Edgar:
What the fuck?!
What are you doing?!
Why are you researching about us—

 

Joker:
(Twiddles thumbs)
Because...
I need help a-and...Galatea is the only one, who can help me.

 

Edgar:
Listen, clown.
Whatever you want with her, you go mess with somebody else with your shit.
I don't like you. You seem shady and obsessive.

 

Joker:
Ah, so she is alive!
(Grins)

 

Edgar pounces on the table, which almost makes the outside police guards enter.
Joker jerks back onto his seat.

 

Edgar:
Don't fucking touch her—

 

Joker:
(Laughs)
Relax! I don't have any ill intentions with her.

 

Edgar:
Then what do you want with her?!

 

Joker:
I came to you in hope you could tell me, where she is, so that she can help me get closer to her sister.

 

Edgar:
Sick fuck, what do you want with Memory–a literal child.

 

Joker:
It's not like that.

 

Edgar:
What do you fucking want!

 

Joker:
Quiet!
Lower your voice, okay?
I have my suspicions that Memory killed that recently deceased star...my little ballerina–

 

Edgar:
Kroto? Are you some kind of die-hard fan of her's?
She wouldn't date somebody as ugly as you.
I'm not buying whatever you're trying to tell me.

 

Joker:
Please...I need to know, where Galatea is.

 

Edgar:
Why do you think I would know?
You came all the way here for nothing.

 

Joker:
I know you're lying.
Like I said, I done research on all of you.

 

Edgar:
So?!
Your sources could be false.

 

Joker:
You care for Galatea, I see it...
And I can tell that you love her.
Well, I love Kroto and she really loved me.
She stayed in a hotel with me to hide from her abusive husband.
She was the happiest with me...
Now she's gone and I don't believe it was suicide!
Please, Lord Valden.
If Galatea had died without the killer being revealed, you'd want answers!
You'd have your own suspects and research.

 

Edgar:
(Sighs)
.....
I'm a very powerful man.
Just because I'm locked up in here, I can and will seek to destroy you if you even land a finger on her.

 

Joker:
I won't hurt Galatea, I swear!

 

Edgar:
And do not tell her mother, Emma, about where she is.

 

Joker:
I don't plan on running into Emma...
I'm aware of how dangerous she is and I'm assuming you know, too.
It's why I need Galatea.

 

Edgar:
(Whispers)
Yes...
(Sighs)
Galatea has been living underground in Abundance's forest near her home after surviving her encounter with Jack the Ripper.

 

Joker:
(Grins)
So he tells the truth now....
it's incredible that's she's been surviving out there for so long.

 

Edgar:
(Whispers)
Look, I...hate children and Galatea has told me before that Memory is an abomination, so I couldn't careless if you end up killing her.
Just don't hurt Gala and don't get her physically involved.
She's already wanted for a man's torture.

 

Joker:
Luca Balsa? That poor man. He had it all...
Well, thank you for your cooperation.
I sure hope you get out of this place soon.

 

Edgar:
(Groans)
Me too...

 

Joker heads out of the room with Edgar worrying about Galatea's safety and staying hidden.


Joker carefully walks into the forest near the Reznik Residence.
He doesn't shout for Galatea in fear of being heard by Emma, but he feels every inch of the ground for a padded area.
What he doesn't notice is someone is looking at him from behind.

 

Galatea:
Did my mother sent you?

 

Hearing the sudden voice creep from behind him makes Joker fall back.
He turns his body to face the fragile girl in the wheelchair, who wheels closer to him to get a better look.

 

Joker:
Are you Galatea?

 

Suddenly, multiple sculptures appear from out the ground and rushes towards him.
He screams after successfully dodging them.

 

WHAT THE HELL?! Where did that come from?

 

Galatea:
(Impatient)
Answer me!

 

Joker:
Okay, okay!
Your mother, Emma, did not send me here.

 

Galatea:
Then why are you poking around here?
Are you part of the FBI?!

 

Joker:
What?! No, no. You got it all wrong.
I am a retired circus performer—a retired clown to be precise!
I-I was looking for you.

 

Galatea:
Why?

 

Joker:
Because i need your help with something.
Besides, Edgar is okay with me asking you. Y'know...Edgar Valden?

Galatea's mood changes once she hears the painter's name.

 

Galatea:
His Lord?

 

Joker tells Galatea about his speculations and the plan to get passed Emma to get to Memory.

 

Joker:
Please! You gotta help me—

 

Galatea:
(Sighs)
I wasn't planning on going back to my home until I was sure of myself being able to control my powers...

 

Joker:
That was your power?? You scared me back there!
You seemed as if you knew exactly what you were doing—almost killing me!

 

Galatea:
Sorry...I panicked.

 

Joker:
What I'm trying to say is...you seem ready to defeat your mother on whatever she did against you.
Since it's Emma we're talking about, I'm sure it was something unforgivable. I don't think she has any weird abilities like yourself, but that just makes you even more probable of being the winner against her.

 

Galatea:
My presence alone should be able to take care of her.
Whether she will be dead or alive afterwards, it will give you time to kill Memory...
Are you positive that she killed Kroto?

 

Joker:
Yes, I'm certain.
You will no longer have a little sister today.

 

Galatea:
Pssh. I won't cry about it.
We never liked each other...
Ever since she was second to be adopted and taking my doll, I declared war on her.

 

Joker:
(Mutters to self)
.... My dear, dancer...
Here I go to avenge you.

 

Galatea:
I sneak around my home from time to time to listen in and see how things are.
From what it seems now, Emma is getting ready to take Memory to your old job, perhaps.

 

Joker:
Hulabuloo Circus?
(Groans)
They're going to Moonlit Park, aye?

 

Galatea:
Yes. What for? I'm not sure. Maybe another idiotic audition there. I heard they have those—

 

Joker:
Hey, they are not idiotic!
(Clears throat)
I don't think there's anymore auditions taking place there.

 

Galatea:
Then she may just being going there for the rides or the performances.
Either or...it will be hard for us to get our hands dirty in public.
It will definitely be hard for you to get Memory alone with Emma having constant watch unless she has a hidden agenda to go sneak off somewhere.

 

Joker:
Not to worry.
We'll just blow the whole place up...

 

I didn't realize that this "Joker" person may as well been as crazy as Emma.
I wondered at that moment on how many friends or acquaintances does she have that aren't your definition of "normal".
Perhaps as her daughter that previously took out somebody's tongue, I cannot judge much.

 

Galatea:
.....you'd really do that?
Isn't that risking our lives?

 

Joker:
I'm good with rockets.
And I've been planning on giving my ol' job a nice flaming makeover ever since I quit.
I hated every coworker there was...
Everyday was miserable after my fall from grace–especially when Happy Clown was still alive .
(Sighs)
Nobody really took me serious anymore.
If they don't want me...then they don't deserve me or the circus.

 

Galatea:
I must say, this is quite the ultimate revenge for you.

 

Joker:
Come on now, we will travel there before them in my tiny car!

 

Galatea:
Is it wheelchair accessible?

 

Joker and Galatea set off to Moonlit River Park.


Inside the Reznik household is Emma helping Memory get dressed in her room.
They are in a hurry.

 

Memory:
Mother, you're hurting me!

 

Emma:
(Trying to zip dress)
Did you gain weight?? How come you can't fit this dress. Emma just bought this for you!

 

Memory:
I...I gained weight?!
Does this mean I have to start shopping at Walmart for clothes?
NOOOOOOOO!

 

Emma:
Shush! We don't have time for this.
Just...
(Sighs)
Try to squeeze in it.

 

Memory:
Why are we rushing, anyways?

 

Emma:
Because...

 

Memory:
You checked Mama's updated page, huh?

 

Emma:
(Lies)
No...

 

Memory:
You're only taking me to Hulabaloo's circus because she's going, is that right? And I thought you and I were going for a mother and daughter bonding time.
She doesn't love you, mother.
Focus on me for a change!

 

Emma:
Us going there is an emergency for me...
Emma knows Tracy will be there with Helena.
(Scoffs and mutters)
Going on a date with her behind my back...

 

Memory:
She did lots of things with Helena behind your back.
(Laughs)

 

Emma:
You will be doing your own hair now, little girl.
(Leaves room)

 

Memory:
(Goes after Emma)
Wait, mother, I'm sorry!


After about an hour, Emma and Memory arrive in Moonlit River Park and Hulabaloo's circus, where people enter a humongous tent filled with diverse performers.
Memory is focused on the amazing aerial silk dancer and a contortionist while Emma searches the room for Tracy and Helena.

 

Without knowing that they are being hunted, Tracy and Helena are on the other side of the tent from Emma and Memory.
They are hand and hand in looking at a bizarre trap and its escape artist trying to free themselves in time.

 

Helena:
Tracy, is the clock they're using as their timer one of the last versions that your father made before his death?

 

Tracy:
Yes...
This performer is a cheater. My father's old clocks were a bit slower than the ones made now. This performer purposely has my father's clock to give them more time to escape.
They set the clock at 50 seconds, but how slow the clock moves–

 

Helena:
Makes it not really 50 seconds!
I guess onlookers wouldn't know he's cheating if they don't know about your father's clock.
Besides, everyone is more focused on them escaping.

 

Tracy:
Look at us. Talking about something "oh-so" boring at a fun place like this.
It's your fault for bringing the clock up.
(Laughs)

 

Helena:
We're both nerdy, hehe.
But it's okay.
I know crowded places like this makes you anxious, but you still insist on bringing me here.
If only Memory was here with us.

 

Tracy:
Yeah...it's too bad that Emma has her.

 

Helena:
You could go get her.

 

Tracy:
Nope. I'm not going to put up a fight with that crazy woman watching her.

 

Helena:
Um...how is the divorce coming along?

 

Tracy:
Painfully slow.
She's never going to sign those papers...

 

Helena:
I know you don't want to, but...you just might have to take it to court.

 

Tracy:
(Groans)
God.

 

Helena:
Sorry, sorry!
I didn't mean to make you think of her.
This is a time to relax and have fun.
I should've never—

 

Tracy:
No, no. It's fine.
I was the one, who brought Emma up.
Being with you here just eases my anxiety a bit despite the people...
Heck, staying with you these past months has been absolutely the best.

 

Helena:
You're always welcomed.

 

Tracy:
I still miss Luca...
He died so horribly, Lena.
His killer hasn't been caught, but I have a hunch that it was Emma!
She's so fucking evil—

 

Helena:
Calm down, Tracy.
You had a heart attack in the past, so please try to refrain from getting upset.

 

Without anyone knowing, Joker is behind the scenes setting up many rockets to go ablaze towards the tent.
By the time all rockets are lit and shot off towards the tent, Helena and Emma's eyes meet across the crowd.
For a split second, Emma sees the fear in Helena's eyes while Helena sees the almost emotionless expression across Emma's face.
About time Helena could say anything to Tracy, an explosion happens inside the tent in result of the rockets.

Helena finds herself in loss of her cane while waking up to a chaotic setting.
Her glasses are gone and she becomes partially deaf.
She looks around for Tracy—screaming her name, but not being able to hear herself.

What she cannot see are people screaming and the tent that she was in is gone.
Everything in the amusement park is on fire.
She quickly gets up when, she sees these giant sculptures come her way.


Meanwhile, Tracy is indeed separated from Helena and is suffering from hearing loss due to the explosion.
She can still hear muffled voices of people screaming.
She, too, calls out for Helena.

 

Memory gets up on her feet, but is struggling after the explosion.
She doesn't see Emma near.
Forgetting about her mother, Memory runs with the crowd and screaming while at it.

She looks around and sees hundreds of intimidating, sharp, and giant sculptures move about—crushing people to death.
Bones are broken, lives are taken.
Blood is seen everywhere.
Amusement rides are even being affected by these sculptures–causing them to break down and collapse.
Another fire starts and spreads around.
Screams become louder.

Memory falls down on the ground and tries to get up, but many people start stepping on her.
She screams in pain from every hit until someone helps her up.
A small hand grab her—what Memory sees as her "hero" is a familiar face.

 

Memory:
It's you again...

 

 

Reluctantly, Memory lets the little follower take her.
The familiar "child" takes Memory to a seemingly safe place inside the amusement park disaster.
Getting through people, the little "child" uses her pickaxe to cut and stab anyone in the way.
Memory ignores what she does and is rather focused on where she is taking her.


Getting up from the ground with a bit of hearing loss, Emma feels her head and looks around.
People bump into her.
With worried eyes, she calls out for Tracy.

 

Emma:
Tracy? TRACY?!

 

Noticing the fire and sculptures, Emma immediately runs for safety while still looking around for Helena without worrying about Memory's whereabouts.
Seeing Helena from afar near the exit, she heads her direction.

 

Emma:
(To Helena)
You're staying here!

 

Emma grabs Helena by her arm.
Without her cane or glasses, Helena is not sure, who it is that has her.
Thinking that the person, who has her is bringing her to safety, Helena goes along.

Still calling out for Helena, Tracy stays in the blazing amusement park and begins covering her nose with her collar.
She sees Memory in the distance with the strange follower.
Her being here surprises Tracy.
Her motherly instincts kick in as she starts rushing towards their way.


When the follower reaches a place, where the fire hasn't spread, she lets go of Memory.

 

Memory:
Thank you...
I remember you.

 

Follower:
There are many of me that serves master.
You might be mistaken.

 

Memory:
Right...uh...where are we?
This may be safe, but it's not for long.

 

Galatea:
It's safe...

 

Hearing the familiar voice that she hasn't heard in years, Memory turns around slowly to get a look at her older sister, who nonchalantly twirls her chisel constantly.

 

Memory:
Gala? I...I–

 

Galatea gives Memory a wide baleful grin.

 

you...look so different.

 

Galatea:
You don't seem so happy to see me.
Where's that smile?

 

Memory:
Well, it is...quite a weird time for a reunion.
People are dying out there and I have lost Mother Emma.
Don't expect a warm welcome at this moment.

 

Galatea:
Huh...Joker really set this place up in flames.
I thought I had to deal with Emma, personally.
Good for her, then. Burned alive ugly, hopefully.
(Laughs hysterically)

Art by @Nakanata-28 

 

Memory:
What has happened to you?
You don't seem the same.

 

Galatea:
Became friends with a god.
What a pity you don't know what I'm doing with my chisel.
Those sculptures are out there crushing people...
(Giggles)
That's my doing.
Cool, right?

 

Memory:
(Doubtful)
Yeah, right....
Stop playing around and get us out of here.

 

Galatea:
Oh? No, no, no....
My dear sister, Memory.
We aren't leaving here until my friends have their dinner.

 

Memory:
Dinner?

 

Followers gather around Memory with their skinny and petite bodies—licking their lips and dropping their pickaxes to show their twitching hands.

 

Galatea:
Yes, dinner...
You see, they are all hungry and I'm still bored for entertainment.
Joker hasn't killed you yet. I figured he may have died from his own fire, but...I shall avenge him and "Kroto".

 

Memory:
What the hell are you talking about? This is why our parents should've never adopted you. I was meant to be the only child. You talk nonsense like the asylum patient you used to be—you're still crazy and fucking weird.
I should just leave you in this burning place.

 

Galatea:
(To followers)
My dear friends?

 

Followers of Dream Witch:
(In unison)
Yes, Galatea?

 

Galatea:
(To followers)
Give thanks to Yee Tho Rah for this meal you're about to receive.

 

Follower of Dream Witch:
(Lift up hands in worship)
Hail Yee Tho Rah, our wise master!
Thank you for our food.

 

Memory:
(Steps back)
Wait a minute...

 

Galatea:
(To followers)
Eat.

 

Without no hesitation, Galatea watches the many followers of Dream Witch jump on Memory.
One by one, the petite bodies land on Memory and use their bare hands to dine on her.
Memory screams as Galatea continues to twirl her chisel—adding a louder hysterical laugh.

Art by @frosstish Twitter

 

Soon...the screams from Memory is heard no more.
Some of her body parts are thrown in the air as followers fight for their share.
Their mouths all filled with blood.
Galatea clearly hears their aggressive munching—pleasing to her ears.
What she doesn't know is that someone is behind her.
Appalled by the sight...
Tears filling up her eyes.
This woman screams.
Galatea and the followers pause as they turn their attention to no one other than Tracy.

 

Galatea:
Mama?!
(Stops twirling chisel)

 

Galatea turns to the followers, who are ready to attack.

 

(To followers)
No! Continue eating. She's fine.

 

Tracy:
(To Galatea)
C-Continue eating? WHAT THE FUCK, GALA?! Wha–What the hell??

 

Galatea approaches Tracy with tears in her eyes.

 

Galatea:
(Reaches for hug)
Mama, I've been missing you! I—

 

Tracy steps back.
Clearly, she's now afraid of what was once her lovable daughter.
Feeling hurt by seeing her Mama back away, Galatea begins to cry more.

 

Mama...please. I've waited so long to see you again.
T-This could all be forgotten!
(Slightly smiles)
Memory is in heaven now...
It's a beautiful place, mama.
D-Don't back away.

 

Tracy:
What do you mean?!
You're own fucking sister!
THIS IS SICK—W-Who are even those children??

 

Tracy pukes on the side.
Galatea wheels closer to Tracy and starts rubbing her back.
Tracy backs away from Galatea again.

 

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME—

 

Galatea:
Mama...

 

Tracy points to Galatea after suddenly realizing something.

 

Tracy:
You killed Luca...didn't you?

 

Galatea:
No...NO! I would never—

 

Tracy:
All this time I have been thinking it was maybe Emma...
But after you cutting off his tongue and now THIS—

 

Galatea:
MAMA, NO, NO!
You got it all wrong!
Let me explain first, okay??
Starting with Memory...
(Sighs)
Memory had to go.
I'm sorry...
But she had to.
I've been jealous of her since she came into the family.
Especially with you...
You never seem to have liked me.
You always preferred her!
You loved how she would make her own money from her films—a fucking successful star and what am I?? A sculptor, who isn't even known to the world yet.
Probably never getting married and...a fucking ex mental patient that you'll forever still see as mental.

 

Tracy:
NOTHING CAN MAKE UP FOR YOU KILLING MY POOR CHILD—
MY MEMORY—

 

Galatea:
SHES NOT YOUR ACTUAL CHILD!

 

Tracy:
NEITHER ARE YOU!

 

Galatea:
BUT I LOVE YOU, MAMA!
I always loved you more.
She never appreciated you!
Everyday while I was still at home, you would look for a reason to try to send me back to the asylum.
I never made you happy enough! Never.
And when you gave my precious doll to Memory...
That was the last straw.
From that day, she had to die!
I NEVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE.
She's the only little shit I ever fucking had a hand in killing.
But on my life, I never killed Luca!
He was like a father to me—

 

Tracy:
It's no excuse, Gala!
You watched your own sister die by your command!
And you had a hand in killing Luca.
You made him mute. Whoever truly killed him, he could not call out for help because of what you've done to him!
You're a monster.

 

Galatea:
NO, I AM NOT THE MONSTER.
The monster has always been Emma!
I blame her for making me like this!
SHE'S WAS THE ONE WHO FUCKING KILLED LUCA.

 

Tracy:
......

 

Galatea:
It's all her, mama!
She has been stealing money from you,
killing the people you love,
and going about everyday as if nothing has happened!
A-And there really is a god named Yidhra.
She influenced Emma and I admit...maybe even me.
I doubt you'll believe me, but I can't have Emma still get away with all that she has done.
She tried to have me killed twice...
Jack the Ripper?? She sent him to attack me, but I got away!
Fortunately, the god she sent to kill me is on my side and...
(Turns to followers)
These are her followers on what you called them as "children".

 

Tracy:
I...
I have no words.
I'm completely...
(Laughs nervously)
.....
I can't even process what to say or do.
Not only is Emma someone I should avoid...but you—

 

Galatea:
(Shakes head)
No...

 

Tracy:
Yes...
I don't know you anymore.
You're not my daughter...

 

Galatea:
I am your daughter!

 

Tracy:
Galatea will always be my daughter, but you...you're someone else.

 

Tracy turns away to leave, Galatea  almost  leaps out  of  her wheelchair .

 

Galatea:
Mama, please don't leave!
I don't want to be a fugitive forever.
I'm tired of hiding!

 

Tracy pauses.

 

Tracy:
What makes you think I won't go to the police about your whereabouts?
They have been looking for you ever since you took out Luca's tongue.

 

Galatea:
I was blind before, but now I understand and see that you really do care for me.
You still see me as your daughter no matter what....

I should have told you the secrets I held for so long about Emma. It was stupid of me for thinking that she wouldn't hurt me like the others...that is the main reason why I have been loyal to her before betraying me. I take responsibility for ruining our family. 

 

Tracy:
I'll never forgive you...both of you. 

 

Galatea:
You will. In time...
But you will always love me.
Just don't leave me, mama.

 

Tracy's little tears burst into more as she slowly turns to Galatea to run into her arms.
She cries on her lap as Galatea strokes her hair in guilt to what she has caused her mama to feel.

 

She wanted to hate me completely, but she couldn't. 

No matter the desire to act as if she no longer knew me, I was always her daughter. 

 

Tracy:
(Horrific crying)
Why... Why did you have to kill her.
Do you know what you have done??

 

Galatea:
(Strokes Tracy's hair)
I'm now a murderer...
A monster in your words.
Heh...how can I even dare face Mother Emma now, when I'm just like her?
I should be put to death, too.

 

Tracy looks up at Galatea.
Her eyes are extremely red from all the crying.
Her lips are as puffy as a fish.

 

Tracy:
No...don't.

 

Galatea:
Don't what?

 

Tracy:
Don't see Emma.
If she's still out there alive, then I'll deal with her.
.....I'll...I'll confront her.

 

Tracy stands up and starts wiping her tears.

 

Galatea:
I'll go tell the followers to search for Helena.
It's better they get to her first than Emma.

 

Tracy:
....right.
just don't tell them to eat her.

 

Galatea:
W-What... should I do with Memory's remains?

 

Tracy, still trying to process everything is taking a bit of time to respond back.
Her whole body shakes—still in shock of everything she has seen and heard.

 

Tracy:
(Sniffling)
Um...uh...just stay here.
I'll help you dispose of the leftovers, when I come back.

 

Galatea looks at Tracy in astonishment.

 

I couldn't wrap my head around on how easy Mama Tracy wanted to help someone she "no longer knew..."
I was no longer a daughter to her, but a stranger.
It hurts to have been told that, but...her helping me to get rid of Memory's remains was something unexpected from a person I've long tried to impress—

And failed to realize that she always did love and cared for me...

 

Galatea:
Really? You'd help me?

 

Tracy:
Yes...but you can start using the fire to burn any leftover body parts.
As for any bones, they cannot burn.
You must hide them.

 

Galatea:
The followers will collect them. Go on now...
Find Emma...and be careful, mama.

 

Tracy:
Don't call me that. Being called your mama is meaningless now, for I do not know you anymore.

 

Galatea:
I may have changed, but I'll never forget you as my mama.

 

Do you think if you committed such a terrible crime of killing off anyone in your family....that your own mother or father would help you cover and hide it?

Maybe if they love you enough...the love Tracy always had for me.

Tracy, my poor unfortunate mama, you are a confusing one, but I am blessed to have you.

I will never regret killing my sister, but I regret putting you through hell of losing your other daughter...


Tracy leaves Galatea and heads back into the chaos of inferno flames. The sculptures have stopped, when Tracy found Galatea before.
She accidentally steps on a unfamiliar person—Joker, who is good as dead.
Burned marks all over his body—making someone familiar as him as unrecognizable.
Just as Galatea guessed it, he died by his own fire.


After a few minutes of exhausting and emotional searching for her lover, Helena, Tracy ends up finding her.
Dropping down to her knees, she screams...
The damage has been done.
It's already too late to save her.

 

The lifeless body of Helena lay in front of her...

 

When Emma approaches her broken wife while appearing with the blood she spilled, she shows  herself for the first time being vulnerable.

Tears fill her eyes, but then she pulls a wide smile and out comes a wicked laugh, then it turns back to her crying and shaking in fear- confusing and scaring Tracy in the process. 

 

Emma:
(To Tracy)
Tracy... help me.

 

Notes:

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