These are just quotes from HC that I wanted to take note of and will probably refer back to usually in terms of personal feelings & research! ^^

Hello Charlotte (EP 2)

• Frei : Let's call it a Mind Library. You see, memories are stories from the past that we retell to ourselves. Once they're gone, you're no longer the person you used to be... Some stories are better off being forgotten, however.
• Ever since he found a new bright-yellow hazmat suit and was no longer called "B12", Bennett was constantly in a great mood. There were barely any signs of the moody person he used to be.
• Frei : He's just not sure it's you anymore. You turned into a lump of meat right before his eyes. Wouldn't anyone have suspicions?
  • Charlotte : Perhaps you're right. We can't go back to those days anymore.
  • Frei: It's all because you took pity on me. And now you're doomed to face the consequences.
• Umbrella Man : Imagine thoughts and feelings of other people around you creeping into your head. Buzzing in until you can't tell which thoughts initially belonged to you.
• Charlotte : No, no, no. It's because they were hungry. It's because Anri told me to. It's because Seth decided to feed them. It's because I was made to do this... No, no no. I'ts not like that! I just wanted to help!
• C : I found a way out of the House. Trust me. It'll be okay. There'll be no guards, no classmates, no routine in the Outside World. No one will lift a hand on you, too.
  • Charlotte : But what if we don't like it out there? We'll go back, right?
  • C : ... ...right, we will. Well then. I'm afraid we can't waste any more time.
• Bryan : W-Welcome! We have everything you might ever need! Let's see, let's see... Anti-procrastination socks. Anxiety-easing protein milkshake. No? Then, how about panic attack prevention bandaids?! Nifty, right? What do you think? How about I give you a membership card as an extra?
  • Charlotte : Sorry, we don't have any money.
  • Bryan : Then why did you even enter the shop? Dumb teenagers... I don't get paid for wasting time on you. Get lost.
• Charlotte : Seems like there's no place for us here.
  • C : Let's look what's ahead, then.
• C : You see, as far as I remember, there are 4 types of them. Adam, Eve, Seth and Lilith. Adam is incredibly masculine. Eve is gentle and family-oriented. Seth is the wisest. Lilith is the most strict of them all. Usually, it's either Eve of Lilith who get assigned to girls. It's a wonder that a male Puppeteer is watching over you.
• Charlotte : Maybe...we should go back, after all.
  • C : Go back to that place? So that we would be mixed with dirt again?
  • Charlotte : ...If we stay together, we'll be okay. If we hide in the fog, we'll be okay. We'll be okay, C. So...let's go back?
• Aiden : Unfortunately, inspiration often comes at night, rendering me completely unable to sleep in peace.
• Charlotte : I guess I'm just tired. I want to rest for a while, but whenever I close my eyes, the slumbering god haunts my dreams. And when I wake up, new troubles only keep piling up.
• Frei : I've been doing some cleaning lately. If I can't be of help in the real world, I figured I'd help clear up your mind, at very least. Look. Hasn't it become less foggy?
  • Charlotte : I...suppose so? But why would you do that? I never asked for this!
  • Frei : You see, I've read in your memory journals that you lamented over the fact that your mind has became fogged over the years. And I figured it's in my power to aid you! You might not notice the changes immediately, but they will soon take place. Don't worry about a single thing, Miss Wiltshire. You will soon see that this world is not worth staying in. Sweet dreams, princess.
• Anri : Listen. Repeat after me. "It's not my fault."
• Frei : All your life you're being manipulated by others. All because you care too much about opinions. Because you want to be loved by everyone. And when things don't go your way, you find excuses. Don't you have any pride? There are things worse than getting beaten up. Going through such humiliation when all you have to do is take my hand and everything that's unfair will perish.
  • Charlotte : It doesn't matter if it's just me who'll get hurt, Frei.
  • Frei : No. We both know that's a cheap lie. In fact, you want somebody to save you, very much so, but dare not to ask of it. Because you deem yourself unworthy. No response, huh? So, where are you so-called friends when you need them the most?
  • Charlotte : Friends can't always be there for me.
  • Frei : Is that so. Just so you know. Even if your friends abandon you. Even if your mother abandons you. Even if the whole world abandons you. I'll always be by your side. Please keep that in mind.
• Before everything goes to black, I hear voices.
  • Man, how disgusting.
  • Hey, stop it! She might still be conscious.
  • Who cares? Just get her out of here.
• Umbrella Man : We are born colourless. It's the people we meet who give us colour. Wear it as a memento of our alliance, will you?
• Back in the day, I've had shortly cut hair and dressed in a way that one wouldn't call girly. When Aiden awoke after Dr Huxley's treatment, he was Krampus no more. He took up a number of new hobbies - cooking, cleaning, drawing - sewing among that. He took particular interest in making dresses, and invited me to try on one.
  • "It's wonderful", I complimented him wholeheartedly. "I don't think I'm cut out for dresses, Aiden."
  • "Why so? What I see before me is a fair young lady. You should let your hair grow. You'll make a wonderful lady when you grow up.
• He found excitement in analysing the characters to their very core and discussing all the possible plot scenarios, and I happily engaged in those conversations. It was one of the rare bonding experiences I've ever had. (about Bennett)
• Frei : Not moving a muscle to do anything just because you're told not to...what a dependent way to live your life.
  • Charlotte : I know. But strangely enough, I was content with it. Like it was supposed to be that way. To think of it, I've always wanted someone to make decisions for me.

Hello Charlotte (EP3)

• Charlotte : Because this... is a total stranger! But... If I told you she did bad things, you'd believe me, right? If I told you to avoid her, you'd believe me, right? Nobody cares enough to check the facts anyway!
• Charles : One wrong step, and it could've been us. Sprawled on the concrete floor. Defenseless. The parasites would keep laughing, laughing, laughing. Contagious slime dripping from their mouths.
• Charles : A small box with old toys stuffed inside. I still can't bring myself to throw them away.
• Huxley : He'll have an existential crisis and stop functioning properly. In the worst case scenario, I'll have to replace him with a more capable asset.
• Charles : The moment you see others having fun you resort to destructive behaviour. Because you're not a part of it. Am I right?
• Charles : Oh, crap. No more pills left.
  • Scarlett : Writing that worthless fanfic again?
  • Charles : It's not a fanfic and it isn't worthless, Scarlett.
  • Scarlett : It's illogical and pointless. You aren't even sure where you're taking the plot. Moreover, the cast is boring and repetitive, minus the main character. Who's mentally disabled anyway... That's just you making up excuses for a failure of coherent storytelling... He's just being polite. And you know it. Charles. You're losing focus. You'll never pass the entrance exams if you keep doing unnecessary things like these. Say, are you giving up? ...Now close that program, do the cleaning and start studying for your tests. You know what will happen if you don't.
• Scarlett : Time's up. Open your textbooks.
• Mother : I'm sorry. I don't feel like getting up. Mm. I'm really sorry. I'm fine. It's just that...I'm afraid of getting up. Or doing anything, for that matter. ...I just start panicking, and suddenly feel tired like never before. ...I signed up for an appointment, but you know how our healthcare system works.
• My educational program at school began. On Monday, I got laughed at in class. On Tuesday, my bag got stolen. On Wednesday, I got dunked into a toilet. On Thursday, I got assaulted in the changing room. On Friday, I was made to eat dirt. On Saturday, I decided. I will not give in. I will not become a victim. I will not get soaked in ugly colours. I will not become tainted. No matter what it takes, I will stay pure white.
• Charles : Charlotte turned out to be Charles, whoops. Bet you wanted to see the girl of your dreams.
• Vincent : Concluded that our souls are the source material for universes, confined in our bodies. When a person dies, their soul data gets released, and explodes like a Big Bang. Then, a new universe is born. It can become a hellish place, or on alike to paradise, depending on your mind's state. That's why there are myths of Heaven and Hell.
  • Charles : So it's like...a world that consists entirely of you?
  • Vincent : One could put it that way, yes. Everything that you were inside gains shape and form, and life is born.
  • Charles : So it's entirely possible that our world is just someone's mind taking shape.
  • Vincent : Exactly. And I'm not against the possibility that the entirety of our life was scripted in advance.
• Then the cruel gods up above would definitely laugh at us both.
  • Charles : That would be the worst, don't you think?
  • Vincent : Ha-ha. Right. But then, the ending to our stories would be already pre-determined. Say. What would you do if you became a god?
• I'd cleanse this disease-stricken world of all contamination.
  • Charles : I...I don't think I'm cut out for that. Gods are creators. Even when I tried to write my own story, all I did was take your setting and twist it to my liking. I'm not original at all. And my writing has too many plot holes and pandering. My story's protagonist is a little girl, too. Everyone and their dog has done it already. Even when writing villains, I end up falling into cliches like demons and contracts and such.
  • Vincent: Allow me to argue with you on this matter. I think it's not the originality of an idea, but its execution that matters the most. It's so easy to dismiss concepts as overused, but isn't it a wonderful feeling when you accomplish making a sincere story? Moreover, I believe everyone can get better with time.
• Oh. I want to take him away from this awful place, somewhere, anywhere-- but stop myself. It's not my decision to make. I don't know what he went through, or what his living circumstances are like. Scarlett Eyler was right. I know nothing about Vincent. All I've ever seen was his blinding icon on the screen.
• White is truly a cruel colour.
• Charles : See you in the Heavenly Kingdom?
  • Vincent : See you.
• Hey, Vince? You don't have to do this. Why become a god of some unknown place when you're the god of my world already? Don't you know that space is empty? Don't you know that nothing exists beyond this world? Then, it occurs to me. That maybe, he doesn't believe in anything. That maybe, he made up that story just to convince himself it's going to be okay. That maybe, all he wanted was to--
• I feel weak in my knees and stagger back, falling on the concrete floor, panting heavily. In the end, I let go of his hand. I couldn't follow him anywhere. I live for Mother. That's how it should always be. I can't leave this world before she does. That's what I decided for myself a long time ago.
• Scarlett : I'm here because I'm the only one who can save you. Without me you won't amount to anything. Do what I say and we'll be fine. Forget about this false god of yours and think of the person who has always been there for you. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?
• So you're leaving too, huh.
• "It's not my fault!" Boo hoo! I'm sick and tired of your complaining. I've never met your shut-in brother to begin with. He could be a corpse for all I know.
• Anri : All you ever do lately is talk about gods and Trials and afterlife and all that bullshit. All you ever talk about is him! What happened to living for your mother?
• Anri is a liar. Anri is here. Anri cares.
• Anri : Listen. Repeat after me. "It's not my fault."
• Charles : He never finished Aether Almanac, you know? The main character was reborn multiple times trying to save the White Queen, but something always went wrong. So he had to let her go. Will I ever be able to let go?
• Anri : Geez. When I'm dating someone for real, I want it to be a cute girl.
• Anri : When I meet her, I'm calling her out on being as delusional as you are.
• Charles : Mm. Anri's such a bully!
• Only your face remained unchanged. White. Clean. Sterile. Free of contagious parasites. Vincent. I want to become clean, too. I want to ascend and become white like you. What in the world should I do to wash this filth off? Would an entire ocean really be enough to wash all the ink off me, I wonder? In the end, I couldn't replace Scarlett. Couldn't help the bullied one. Couldn't choose Anri. Couldn't bring Mother back. In the end, I achieved nothing and didn't amount to anything. I failed the Trial. If there is afterlife, I don't want to be the protagonist. Someone like Charlotte would be more fitting for the spotlight. In the end, my story wasn't about overcoming hardships. It was a story of giving up.
• All you are is an ugly reflection of my own self. A cancerous tumour on my mind.
• First of all, I've always been here. It's the universe of my mind, after all.
• Charles : Look. The evidence of it is that you're no longer a tulpa. You're your own person, aren't you?
• Charles : Why, I wasn't hiding. It's just that... I was afraid of approaching you. I'm sorry. I was so scared of you all this time...But I'm over it now! Haha!
• Charles : Besides...you're not THAT Scarlett Eyler anymore, are you?
• Scarlett : I've wanted to properly apologise to you ever since I woke up in this world.
• Charles : You see...the current reality is that this world is on the verge of collapse. I suppose you are acquainted with Charlotte Wiltshire. She's the one who's corrupting this world. Everyone's unhappy because of her. She's the one in charge of the public executions occurring on a daily basis. She's the reason why so many students commit suicide and get sick with the contagious disease known as White Flu. She's...dangerous. Psychotic. Childish. Killing for the fun of it. And...It pains me to see my creations in agony. After all, they all are a part of me.
• Charles : Listen. The reason why Charlotte Wiltshire acts like this is because she constantly feels paranoid of her audience! She despises interactive storytelling and doesn't want the Puppeteer to play. That's why your target should be the audience, and not just Wiltshire herself. After all, she's nothing but a mere Puppet, albeit a self-aware one.
• Charlotte : Each one of us has a part of Mother inside of our bodies. And guess what? Mother is this world's true God. She's the one in control of everything. She bestowed each and every Charlotte with a gift. A power that can grant a single wish.
• Charlotte : Meet this week's special guest - SCARLETT EYLER! She's the reason none of you want to get up in the morning! She's the reason you don't get good marks in class! Aside from the obviously faulty education system.
• Charlotte : This is what happens when you become tainted with ugly colours.
• "If you get your wish granted, your story will end immediately"
• Charlotte : In the end, I couldn't stay white, huh...
• Charles : I'll be with you in your last moments, miss Protagonist.
• Umbrella Man : I'm pretty sure all the Charlottes are predisposed to be fascinated with him though?
• Scarlett : How does Lilith sound? Or would you prefer "Seth"? (Picks Seth) Alright. "Seth" it is. It was my Father's name.
• Scarlett : Still...I feel like I should apologise to the person "Scarlett Eyler" of that world, hurt the most. However...no matter where I look, I can't find him anywhere.
• Felix : We were able to contain it because the host isn't sentient in any way. It's a viscerocomplex, which is basically a brainless mass of organs. With a sentient host to feed on, however, this parasite can manipulate the fabric of time and space. I call it "The Oracle".
• Scarlett : I'm fairly sure this is the same parasite that Wiltshire used to cause the massacre. If I become its host, I'll be able to--
• Felix : Did the sleeping pills impair your thinking processes? Miss Eyler, it...it's basically suicide.
• Scarlett : I need the Oracle to face her as an equal.
• No, no. What in the world am I saying?
• Felix : ...If you say so. We've only met yesterday, nor are we friends, so I'm not really in any position to argue. Besides, I...ah. No. It doesn't really matter. I'll do it. So let's go.
• Scarlett : You seem to be quite knowledgeable about Wiltshire.
  • Felix : I've been monitoring her for a while. Have you ever seen anyone die a gruesome death and have an exact copy of them walk in like nothing happened a minute after? There's something...seriously off about that.
• Felix : Here it is. God in a jar.
  • Scarlett : ...? It seems empty.
  • Felix : It's a parasite. Of course you can't see it. However, it's desperate for a host. Despite being this small, it's extremely powerful. Still... It might drive you crazy. Eat you from the inside.

Charles Eyler "Mind" Exhibition (See Google docs for the poems)

• "One of the common themes in the stories is that all Charlottes are perpetually abused without fighting back. I presume it's a way to create an emotional connection to the character.
• "Out of all NPCs, Q84 seems to have taken a liking to Anri Warhol. However, all she does is push her around and make her laugh at her jokes. This story's miss Warhol is quite timid and vulnerable, so I can't help but feel sorry for her. But I keep reminding myself that she's not the Anri Warhol I knew."
• Scarlett : This place just...doesn't make any sense. The only place even remotely resembling True Realm is the School. I never left the second floor because of that. It was the only place where I felt safe. But...Wiltshire leveled it to the ground. I have no place to belong to anymore.
• Felix : Looks like we found the missing villagers. It appears they were absorbed into this thing... whatever it is.
• I am the Guardian of the Word Sea. I protect the Great Cluster. This is how it should be. The Pure White One came and unified us. The Pure White One became the Core. That was both our and her wish. ...The Great Cluster is not the cause. It is the consequence.
• The Oracle (Charlotte Form(?)) : You're just so afraid of being incapable, aren't you? Because...in truth, our little miss Scarlett Eyler isn't all that smart, is she? "Intelligent, athletic and all-round perfect"... just who in the world is that? Your super-ego? You only try to seem proper and organised, when in truth you struggle with the most basic memory puzzles. So much that you'd rather have your Puppeteer solve them for you. But... That's okay. You don't have to be special, you know? Just remember that we accept you just the way you are.
• Florence : My attempts at a friendly conversation were completely ignored...
• Florence : I was a test subject for new inventions in the Prosthetics department. They cut my own limbs off and kept reattaching new ones over and over. I couldn't move by myself, and had to be taken to my room in a wheelchair. They fed me through a tube. Now that I remember it, personal hygiene was also impossible without the help of the assistants. Talk about personal space. ...Ah. I...don't really think about it? ...If we couldn't be used commercially or kept as pets, be it for therapy or sexual purposes, we weren't needed by overmen. That's the reality that had to be accepted. Besides, you can't just trust an organisation that claims euthanasia to be "a product of love".
• Florence : Bennett was in charge of taking care of me back then, but he wasn't really good at it. But...I'd rather not dwell on the past.
• Each person must drink from the vials to proceed. The vial on the left contains poison.
  • Florence : But, one of us won't be able to proceed past this point. Yeah. They want to separate us. But... It's okay, Miss Eyler. I can drink it.
• Florence : They're probably keeping her alive for the sake of the TV World. It's a universe of her mind after all. If she were to escape or die it'd ruin their show, so they weakened her body and keep her mind on suppressants. Ironically, it's the magcat infestation that got these scientists in the end.
  • Scarlett : Something like this... it's too cruel.
  • Florence : It's the entertainment industry, miss Eyler. You just need to accept it.
  • Scarlett : There's no way I'll accept something like that. It's wrong. Why should it be like this? What should we do? We can't leave her like this! ...I'm fairly sure she didn't want to end up like this. Why must it be that way? There's no way I'll be at peace with this. Why can't I save anyone?
• Florence : We workers have regular soap intakes as a must. It affects us in a way where we become restless and hyperactive, alarmingly so. Also, it lowers our intellectual abilities and inhibits analytical thinking processes. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to work 20-hour shifts with such vigor. Nobody would. Not after what we went through before our life here. Imagine living in a box with no control over your life. The lights go on and off. Sometimes you get food. Sometimes you don't. Sometimes the food's poisoned. On purpose, of course. It was like that for Ben, too. No wonder he wants to forget. Thankfully, they didn't use us for breeding, but... there was a department for that, too. Lecter was there. A co-worker of mine. You don't want to know him. Most of the workers have severe PTSD. Except the androids. They have it esay. That's why soap is the best thing that happened to us. We can just happily move forward and do errands without thinking too much. I'm trying to keep the dose in check, but Bennett is a total soap junkie.
• The Oracle (Charlotte Form (?)) The others here have it easy...they have FUN! Yet you... Truly a killjoy, as they say. Did it occur to you that in the House, you're the odd one out? But, since we're here now...You'll learn how to have fun, too. Why are you like this, we wonder? Is it peer pressure? Social stereotypes? Mental illness? Which is it? Or, are you actually the only hopeful person in this world? You must be thinking, "This place isn't a lost cause!" "Nothing is meaningless! We aren't worthless!" "If everyone would do what I say, we'll crawl out of this bottomless pit!" "I can make everything right if I just try!" "I can become everyone's saviour!"
• Felix : Morning. Uncle says that rabbit toys and accessories cheer up the terminally ill patients. But it looks like it didn't work.
• Bennett : Yay! So? Are we going? Are we going right now? And...where are we going?
  • Scarlett : You didn't tell him?
  • Felix : I'm fairly sure I explained it in great detail. The soap side-effects are really something else...
  • Bennett : Hey, you used to love it too!
  • Felix : I was young back then.
• Felix : 9F is infamous for its advanced civilisation that turned their floor into a garbage dump. That's why it's called "Landfill".
  • Bennett : Yay! Garbage! So? Are we going? Are we going right now?
• Bennett : Hey, mr Honikker? Mr Honikker! Mister Honikkeeeeerrrr!
  • Felix : You don't need to shout like that. I can hear you.
• Bennett : Aye! Oh. Wait. I think I'm missing something. What could it be...ah! Uh. I think I lost miss Eyler. ...But no worries! I'll find her in a moment!
• "With Bennett's Old School worldview you'll see the world in a new light!
• Bennett : Um... mr Honikker?
  • Felix : Yes, mr Bennett?
  • Bennett : I think miss Eyler broke.
  • Felix : What do you mean, "broke"? Is she alive?
  • Bennett : No. Yes. I don't know. I think she hit her head on something when we feel out of the elevator.
  • Felix : Goddamit Bennett, you had one job! She's already infected with a parasite and now there's head trauma? I should've known better than to entrust my patients to a soap addict.
  • Bennett : ...Sorry.
  • Felix : Ugh...fine. Just...take her to Wiltshire's whereabouts. She should be down below, so find a way to get there and I'll aid you if anything comes up.
  • Bennett : Got it, Mr Honikker!
• Bennett : It's so dark in here!
  • Felix : You have a flashlight with you, remember?
  • Bennett : Oh!
• Bennett : Ehh...is this an escape room kinda thing? I'm never good at those...
  • Felix : Deal with it. However, we don't have all day, so I'll help if you fail to use your brains.
• Bennett : Honikker! Honikker! I got the laptop to work!
  • Felix : I'm the wrong person to seek validation from. Good job.
• Felix : Find something to break the floorboards with.
  • Bennett : I can use my hands, though?
  • Felix : Don't. It's already painful for you to touch things, isn't it?
  • Bennett : ...
• Bennett : We're in some kind of a testing facility? I guess? This is the first time I've seen a room like this.
• Read...
  • Tiny white book
  • Big grey book
  • Medium-sized red book
• Bennett : Uh, mr Honikker? What is this book about? ...Uh, mr Honikker? I can't read that well. ...Mr Honikker! What is this book?
• Bennett : Oh! Mr Honikker! It opened! So it *was* V19 after all!
  • Felix : Well done.
  • Bennett : Hehe! I'm so smart!
• School Diary : Homework: FIND EXIT
• Bennett : Shouldn't you be helping?
  • Felix : Your brains will turn into liquid soap if you don't try thinking once in a while.
  • Bennett : You're a bully!
• Bennett : Hell yeah! It opened!
  • Felix : See? You can do it if you try.
  • Bennett : Heheh!
• Bennett : But, but! What if it's a monster?
  • Felix : You are a monster, Bennett. Now go blow things up.
  • Bennett : Okay...
• Felix : Bennett.
  • Bennett : Yes?
  • Felix : I don't have much time left either, do I?
  • Bennett : ... You knew?
  • Felix : I'm not that dumb. Maybe...this is why I agreed to help miss Eyler in the first place.
  • Bennett : ...That's right! Mr Honikker is so smart! You must have figured it out a looooooong time ago! Everyone must've looked like a whole bunch of idiots to you! Right? Right?!
  • Felix : Enough. You don't need to apologise. Just promise me you'll make sure she gets to 11F, okay? Who knows? Maybe there's Heaven up there.
  • Bennett : ...I promise.
• Felix : Are you saying that all the living organisms on this floor reside inside of her body? That is... Not impossible. But why?
  • Bennett : Maybe this world was dying, so she became a shelter for them. That's what their "Eden" is.
  • Felix : You sound surprisingly smart sometimes. Although it must be simply because the soap effects are wearing off. So... Considering that this floor is just one big dumpster on the surface... She...sacrificed herself so that this floor's inhabitants would survive? That's something I could never imagine Charlotte Wiltshire of our floor ever doing. Just look at her. She's...smiling in her sleep. And...it's not the crooked smile that our floor's Wiltshire always had.
• Scarlett : It wasn't fun at all. But... I learned that this world is bigger than I could've ever imagined. There are a lot of things about it that I don't yet understand. I want to learn more about it. Maybe I should start a journal for notes about the truths of this world.
• Q84 Charlotte : Fuck! Can't you just let me rest already? Why do you keep doing things like this?! ...Calm down? Calm down?! I want to die! God, I want to die! I don't want any more of this. I hate this place. I hate everyone. I hate you the most. I don't want any more stories. I don't want to deal with any more world conspiracies. I don't want to be in this body for fuck's sake! Please kill me?
• Q84 Charlotte : It's just your dad's room, right? So open it already.
• A deep breath and... We're inside Father's room. It's quite empty. No furniture, no personal possessions, nothing. In the center of the room, there's... ...a working TV set.
• V19 Charlotte : Why, it's Mother! Our beloved mommy! The one and only True God controlling everything in the House. The one who gave birth to you.
• Scarlett : No, no... Mother is...kind, beautiful... and understanding.... This thing isn't even human!
• V19 Charlotte : No one here needs to be saved. This world is an entertainment arena. Mother generates scenarios and provides a constant supply of protagonists. When one dies, all she has to do is spawn more Charlottes to amuse the spectators. Each 20th one is defective! Hahaha! You think you'll be saving someone, but they're all but actors on this tiny stage. Everyone gets assigned a role to play. And you're no different. ...We'll both bleed for entertainment and everyone shall be watching. Want to be the hero? Sure, I can arrange that for you. Mother will bestow you with just the right personality to meet the genre requirements.
• Why do I feel so angry? We were supposed to talk. Yet, why am I...? I wanted to know the reason behind her tears. I wanted to gouge out her eyeballs with a butter knife. I wanted to understand her. I wanted to tear out her spine and hang it from the ceiling.
• Scarlett : Why? Why aren't you resisting? At this rate...I'm really going to... ...kill you...
  • V19 Charlotte : Do it, Scarlett Eyler! Do it already! And always, always remember... There's not just one person behind the screen. It's thousands. ...Let me...kh...enlighten you. In the world behind the screen, billions exist. That's what the Puppeteers are. It's a game for them. They don't care about who you are. All they care about are appearances and whether you're good or evil. Bonus points for porn potential.
  • Scarlett : Shut your indecent mouth!
  • V19 Charlotte : Accept it. It's the truth. ...I'm just another puppet, one of the many. The silent Charlotte, the sweet Charlotte, the bully Charlotte...choose the flavour you like for a perfect shipping scenario. Abused to create an emotional response from the audience. Did you know? Entertainment is dead. It's just one big circlejerk between consumers and producers. The audience wants it raw! Pour your soul into it! More pain! More suffering! Perform! Perform until you break! Become relatable to the MAX! Hey, Eyler, we're not so different, aren't we? Except you aren't the protagonist. But that can be overlooked, right? Had things turned out differently, we could've turned out friends, you know? Kh...like I said..soon...you'll understand. You'll be the one crying, "I want to be loved!" "I'm trying so hard!" "But the world is just so unfair!" And Mother's voice in your head won't stop ringing until you lose your sense of self. "I've been killed over and over and humiliated for entertainment!" "But I have to be a good girl." "BECAUSE IN ORDER TO BE LOVED, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE MISTAKES."
• My head hurts. Why does this particular phrase hurt so much? I'm not supposed to care. Yet my chest tightens. As if from a premonition. When I open my eyes again... Charlotte Wiltshire has long since stopped moving.
• Oracle (Charlotte Form(?)) : Welp. Here you are, lamenting your mortal enemy. But it's too late. You avenged your dead classmates. Aren't you happy?
  • Scarlett : I just wanted...to understand her.
  • Oracle (Charlotte Form(?)) : Sure, but she's dead now.
• Scarlett : I... It's okay. I cant still make everything right. I can do it. I'll... I'll take her place. And find out the truth. Oracle. I have a wish to make.
• This is the only logical conclusion. This is what everything was leading up to. I'll use the Oracle's power to transfer my consciousness into one of these vessels. If it really is as she said... If there really are thousands of eyes watching my every step... Oh no. I'm terrified. No. I musnt' falter. I can do it. I'll make it a better timeline. I will not become a murderer like her. I will prove her wrong. I will prove that free will exists. Even if I break and my mind shatters, this is the only way to find out the truth. Even if I forget what I was looking for, this is the only way I can atone for what I've done. No one will nothing a thing. Then, it occurs to me. That maybe this was Wiltshire's plan all along. That maybe it was her wish for me to step into her shoes. That maybe, I was fated to become her from the very start. This is how her story ends.
• My world met its end a long time ago. The humanity as I knew it ceased to exist, and it disappeared without a single trace. The gods they believed in have died, and churches were built as their graves. The chaos turned into order, and it finally became quiet. All I can do is dream, for I am so, so tired. Will you be as kind as to join me in dream-seeing?
• Charles : Scarlett Eyler became Charlotte Wiltshire. She used to be cold and calculating, but ended up becoming absentminded and clueless as her mind crumbled under the influence of Mother's voice. I carefully observed her from afar, and gave her a yellow ribbon to differentiate her from the other Charlottes. I helped her when she was trapped in the TV world. "I'll help you kill Wiltshire again", I told her. That phrase seemed to trigger her memories. She...remembered who she really was, and it horrified her. She understood that she failed to prove V19 wrong. Which, in turn, made her suicidal. Scarlett Eyler's story should have ended after she wished to save the Oracle. It should have ended. But the Oracle intervened. They created... A channel. It became a world made of Scarlett Eyler's soul data. You are familiar with the concept by now, aren't you? Scarlett Eyler couldn't believe that the tenants were real, so imaginary they became. She was obsessed with the trial, so it manifested her world.
• Charles : I wanted to see for myself what her inner world is like.
  • Q84 Charlotte : And you ended up getting humiliated, beaten up and almost r/ped by the inhabitants. Congrats. Not only that, you took cosplay to the a new level once again by using Vincent's vessel.
• Charles : I was afraid of facing her for so long, but when we finally met again...she didn't have the memories of the past anymore. Even though I tried to trigger them so many times, she had no recollection of the past events. She didn't even recognise the excerpt from one of my stories that she used to criticise. She was...kind. Lost. Clumsy. Easily fooled. Delusional. "I can hurt her this time around", I thought. But... When I fell, she helped me get back to my feet. Scarlett Eyler would've kicked me until I lost consciousness. When I got hurt, she tended to my wounds. Scarlett Eyler would've hurt me even more. When I cried, she tried to reach out to wipe away my tears. Scarlett Eyler would've shouted at me. She's...changed. So I couldn't hurt her. Nor could I help her. Ironically, she couldn't pass the Trial herself.
• Q84 Charlotte : If you were using Vincent's vessel the whole time, then who was the other you?
  • Charles : That's--
  • Seth/UM : I am Seth, the Father of this dysfunctional family.
  • Charles : It's impossible. There's only Mother in the House.
  • Seth/UM : Oh really? How long do you plan on rejecting my existence?
  • Charles : IF this person is the cognitive version of my Father, then he's even more powerful than Mother is.
• Seth/UM : As you can see, this TV box is, in fact, Scarlett Eyler's soul cube. All because Charlotte Unit 091, also known as The Oracle, wanted to preserve her soul data no matter what. The child saved her, and 091 tried to save her in return. Truly the romance of the century, isn't it?
• Seth/UM : To free her would mean to break this box she's trapped in. That's what it means to save her.
• Charles : You bastard. Was killing her in Mother's womb not enough?
  • Seth/UM : She was an unwanted child, is all. It's a common practice. You should know better than to make a big deal out of it.
  • Charles : ...It was a big deal to Mother. That's all that matters.
• Charles : She sacrificed herself for me.
• Charles : But there's really nothing we can do. Not all problems can be solved. Not all things can be fixed. It's something we have to live with, no matter how much it frustrates us. I never asked to be born. It always should have been her. Yet Father chose me. Him and Mother were already apart at that time, yet he still chose to let me live. So I lived constantly trying to make up for everything Mother has lost. For every breakdown she had. For every time we called the ambulance. For every time she cried. Nothing else mattered. And now...look at this world. Repetitive. Meaningless. Futile. It's almost laughable how unoriginal my stories are. None of you deserved this. And I can't even die here. Trust me, I've tried.
• Charles : That's true. Like I said, no matter what we do, there will be no right answers. The House is essentially self-destructive.
• And so, we leave the room. Inside the room, there is a box. Inside the box, there is a channel. Inside the channel, there is a world. Inside the world, there is a girl. A girl who is the world itself. Hello, world. How are you?
• Q84 Charlotte : What kind of creation am I if I can't carry your burdens?
• Charles : During my lifetime in the True Realm, I always wanted to be liked by others. Yet somehow, it never seemed to work out. No matter what I did, I was either a ghost or a burden. A kid no one wants to sit with, no matter how good my grades got. Never expressing my opinion aloud, always going with the flow. Constantly shape-shifting. Adapting my personality traits to match others. Saying what others want to hear just so that they would want to be around me. Wanting to connect with others, yet pushing them away as soon as we got close. Repulsed by physical closeness, I drifted away from human contact further and further. Yet, somehow, through art and writing... I was able to connect with others in a way that didn't feel repulsive. Miss Warhol, Vincent... I would've never been able to open up to them if it wasn't for my work, however small and insignificant it was. After all, all my life I defined myself with things I could put on paper. So even here, this world subconsciously ended up relying on it. "Without fiction, without an appealing protagonist no one would bother staying in the House." That's how I must've felt. I can only hope that the Puppeteers observing us will forgive this weakness of mine. If it was you, miss Wiltshire, you surely would've made the ending spectacular, wouldn't you? But with me, the most I can do is come in terms with the loss of my loved ones. Losing Scarlett to Father's decision. Losing Mother to mental illness. Losing Vincent to delusions. Losing Anri to the distance. There doesn't seem to be an end to my regrets, is there?
• Charles : You already did the best you could. You gave birth to so many wonderful children. Just like you wanted, right? Everything's okay. You can rest now.
• With those words, he injects the contents of the syringe he was holding into the mass of organs. Seconds later, everything around us begins to crystallise.
• If there's something that's troubling you right now, or you don't think that you can go on anymore... Please remember that a new day will come.