(A/n: this part of the story will be in my POV!)

God, why.. I haven't done anything wrong yet I'm now dead.. I curled up in the corner of my old home as the floor was stained with my blood and tried to cry as nothing came out of my eyes.. I then heard the twinkle of a music box as I looked up. "Who's there?" I asked as two lights appeared. The first light was a golden color while the second light was a silver color.

The lights gotten Closer and closer until they took the shape of two persons. The one with the golden lights was a creepypasta I heard stories about back in high school. His name was Puppeteer and the girl with the silver lights was his sister, Marionette. "Is this Yellow Rose?" Asked Marionette as I nodded my head. "Oh my god.. What kind of people do this to such a sweet girl like you?!" I looked away as those words left her mouth. "Ruby, let's go home." Said Puppeteer as he extended his hand to me and I took it.

We went through some woods I recognized and to a large yet beautiful mansion. "Slender, we're home! And we brought someone we want you to meet!" They both called out as I heard footsteps. I looked up and saw a tall yet faceless being. Something inside of me knew who this was as I softly spoke. "D-dad?" I asked as tears went down his 'Face'. "Ruby.. WHO DID THIS." I told him about the cult that broke into my house on That warm June night.

Naturally, Dad was furious. He began ranting about how I didn't deserve it and when he was going to get that cult for murdering his middle daughter. He took me upstairs and had me breath into a mask. Everything went black after wards. When I woke up, I felt.. Warm? I looked at myself and noticed my bloody and battered ghost arms were a beautiful shade of cream white with faded scars. Dad handed me a silver handheld mirror with flowers on it and I took it, examining my face.

Instead of the light baby blues I had years ago and short blonde hair with golden highlights, my eyes were a rich deep purple with a ring of lavender close to the pupil and a darker amethyst color on the outer edge. My hair was a deep dark black which was long with a few dark purple highlights, contrasting nicely with it. I noticed I wasn't wearing my torn white dress and into a silk black spaghetti strap nightgown with prints of roses on it. "What.. happened?" I then heard my dad's voice as I looked over at him.

"I resurrected you and kinda.. Amplified your rare beauty, making it otherworldly." "I see.. thank you dad." He then pulled out a piece of paper. "Also.. I did a blood test and well.. your blood matches mine meaning we are related." I began to cry as I hugged him. He calmed me down as he told me that the cult is no more. He also revealed shocking information. "Your friend, Ashley Campbell was shot in the head and chest. She's with her mother and sisters now." Sisters? I never heard of Ash having sisters!

"If you'd want, you can meet her." I nodded my head as he left the room. I slipped out of the nightgown and into a female version of dad's Suit. I adjusted the tie and slipped on a pair of sheer black stockings with rosette patterns on them and a pair of black kitten heels. I tied on a yellow ribbon, making a bow on my head and left the room. I met up with the rest of the creepypastas and hugged ash tightly, apologizing about how I acted when Sal died.

"Ruby, if that was either Chara or Betty that died, I would be angry too. So I don't blame you." After she said that, I continued hugging her as she playfully pushed me away and tickled me. I had to force a laugh out as I went to my personal office to work. I looked over and saw a golden frame with a picture of me and Sal when we were alive.. I'm sorry Sal.. I failed you as a little sister..

That day I proceeded to overwork myself as I mentally beat myself up, blaming myself for what happened to my brother..