Arc II, Chapter 61: Grease Fire

Arc II, Chapter 61: Grease Fire

The more Ramona spoke about her sister's death and Silas Dyrkon, the more I felt like the entire Tutorial was a row of dominoes or, better yet, a Rube Goldberg machine with a hundred little pieces waiting to do their part, their ultimate purpose unknown. We were seeing behind the curtain how it was all being put together. The question we still had to answer was, why?

Ramona definitely had a part, though I couldnt understand it at first. She entered the final storyline again every day, waiting for a team to come through and help her beat it.

Strange.

We talked about her upbringing in Carousel. She described a relatively normal life. Even after her mom and stepdad died, her life was normal, if a little rough. Of course, there were odd things. This was Carousel, after all. People going missing and legends of horrifying monsters were just a part of her life. They were normal to her.Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

When we told her it was all fake, all orchestrated, that was still beyond what she was willing to accept even with everything she had seen.

How do you explain Silas Dyrkon, then? I asked.

That part she was ready to talk about.

Silas Dyrkon is clearly some kind of genie or something. Maybe hes a crossroads demon. I know it sounds crazy, but Ive heard stories about them existing, Ramona said.

Antoine and I knew very well that crossroads demons existed. Dina had beaten one at poker.

We believe they exist here, Antoine said. But thats part of the reason this place is weird.

I know something weird is happening, Ramona said. This place was normal once. To me, at least. It doesnt really feel the same anymore. Maybe thats just because Phoebe is gone. I dont know.

Can we put a pin in this part? I asked. I dont mean to be rude, but you just said something that cant be true. You said Lillian Geist was killed by the guy covered in metal. Are you sure about that?

Ramona nodded. If that woman with the things on her face was Lillian Geist, she definitely died.

In 1992? I asked.

Yes.

So, are the Geists like ordinary NPCs that get revived at the end of their stories? I asked in frustration. The Geists were not normal for Carousel. They were not aware of their situation; they were not attached to the script, and they did not see the red wallpaperthese were all conclusions I had come to. I had assumed that they were basically normal people trapped at the mercy of Carousel. I thought they were different. We saw Lillian die in 1995 at the end of the last storyline. She couldnt have died in 1992. I mean, if Lillian can come back after dying in 1992 so she could live to die in 1995, why didnt the other Geists come back?

Antoine drank his coffee in one big gulp. Its a game, he said. Maybe youre hoping it's more than it is. Lillian Geist was alive for the last story because she was in that story.

It cant be that simple, I said.

Didnt you learn anything from us running all over town trying to figure things out? Antoine said. Maybe Carousel wants us to think that we can be clever enough to figure this whole thing out, but whatever it decides will happen will happen, and were just rats in a maze without cheese at the end.

No, Ramona said. Mr. Dyrkon talked about positioning players to try to manipulate them. If you, if we cant find a way to succeed, why do that?

I let loose a sigh. It was possible this whole thing was part of some mundane torture. I couldnt just accept that, though.

Every day, you pick up the ring and do your part for the storyline, I said. That sounded like an Omen to me. A strange ring in a field would fit right in with Carousel's cursed collection. That meant there were multiple Omens to enter the third storyline. We already knew that about the second storyline. Tell me again why Dyrkon said to do that.

Ramona shrugged. He said it would make people get ready for the Centennial. No, actually, he always said they would get ready for a Centennial. He said that you all would help me find the real Centennial. He always said it that way. A instead of the. It had to have been on purpose.

There were multiple Centennials. We already knew that, more or less. The town had been preparing Centennials forever.

So the true ending is when we go to the original Centennial in 1992, I said. The generic ending is the Centennial that the town has been setting up. That sound right? Which would mean Wait, every day you pick up that ring, is it always the anniversary of Jedediah Geist's death?

Ramona nodded. Its always the anniversary of his death after I get back from 1984. Sometimes after Ive saved Carlyle Geist, I do the ritual and talk to Jed. He only talks about his life and his family. Thats how I know what I know about Carlyle and the others. Plus a bunch of asking around.

Antoine started laughing. We all did it one by one.

It was you the whole time! Antoine said.

Cassie didnt seem ready to respond. I wasnt sure how much knowledge she had actually managed to acquire about the flask or the Die Cast before being thrust on screen.

Isaac tried to help out. Look, you said we could only use it to target one person at a time. Thats what we told it. Why didnt it work?

He had helped her.

One person at a time? she asked. Wait, I told you it could be used to kill one person. What do you mean at a time? Did you give it more than one target?

I almost laughed. I didnt really like our characters in this one. It was almost funny that we had messed up.

I wasnt there when you gave them the warning, I said. I turned to the future mayor. You sent that thing after the whole Geist family tree, Roderick. Every one of them.

Cassie cursed.

No! Roderick said. This is not my fault. You said one at a time. I swear you did!

No, she didnt, Antoine said. She said one target.

Roderick did not like being the butt of criticism. Whats the difference? I told it to kill one at a time. The oldest living Geist and nobody else. Thats one target.

Cassie rolled her eyes. I dont even know what youve done. I need to talk to Celia. She knew more about the Spirit of Vengeance than I ever did. I dont know whats going to happen now. I told you how to do it. How did you mess this up? You do a ritual: kill a target. Do a ritual, kill a target. One ritual, one target. No one has ever messed up that part. You asked it to kill a bunch of people one at a time? You moron!

So that was the premise, huh? A gang of idiots messes up a revenge spell and lets loose some kind of supernatural slasher. I could work with that. Kinda wished I wasnt one of the idiots, though.

Whys it matter? Isaac said. It failed. Its gone now.

Gone? Why do you think its gone? Cassie asked.

It burnt up, Isaac said. He almost said too much. His character wouldnt know the Die Cast had stayed in the fire. We did because Carousel had shown us its point of view. Fires gone.

Right on cue, the back door to the restaurant burst open, and a cook jumped out, carrying a skillet that was burning to high heaven. He tossed it on the ground under a water spigot and turned the spigot on.

The skillet had grease, so the water made the fire worse at first. It spat, boiled, and roared, and the cook himself was singed.

Damn thing, he said. Damn thing just wont go out.

We watched as the flames grew and taunted us, almost as if alive. The water could not quench them, not for at least ten seconds. Then, with a hiss, it finally subsided to nothing but greasy water.

Everyone was alarmed. We werent acting.

Its a sign. The Die Cast shall run its course, Cassie said. Im going back to tarot cards. This is too much.

Its your fault, Roderick said. You didnt warn us well enough. Its your fault! You told us we could control it!

You could control it, Cassie said as she started walking away. One ritual, one target. Thats how you control it.

Fuck! Ricky Zaragoza screamed. He was on the verge of tears. Roderick, what are we gonna do? I gotta go find something. I need something.

He started patting through his pockets and then went out to Rodericks brown card and jumped into the back seat. I could only imagine what he was doing out there.

Roderick looked scared and angry. Its not our fault. She should have told us. She didnt say it would do this.

I imagine he was right. Cassie might not have even known. More than that, Cassie had a trope that would have debuffed anyone who didnt heed her warnings. She likely hadnt warned them well enough.

Then again, if she had warned them, there might be no story.