Authors note.

First note to self. Load the corrected chapter next time. Not the Un-corrected one.

Real note :

I have been asked by some of the Fatal frame players what my justification for using Reika and Sakuya since by cannon they were "defeated". After looking over the time lines there are a few things that need to be remembered about the FF games. In fatal frame 1, Himuro mansion was destroyed by , and of the games this is the only one that its positive was ended. However, due to the time skipping, we don't know when time wise that actually took place.

The lost village is under water. Some folks feel that means the lost village is no longer an issue, even though there is a gate there. I rational for the lost villages continued existence is that in Shinto, specifically Ryukyuan beliefs, underwater gates and cities are common. They talk of among other things a civilization of evil underwater reptilians. People who get trapped in this city, come to it from gates on land, and have almost no chance of returning. If I follow that traditional approach, then the lost village not only is still around (as the gate is still present, and without continued appeasement WILL erupt again) but if anything its more dangerous now, since even if you can defeat its controller, you can't get away anyway.

The Manor of Sleep. Even the in game characters (Kei specifically) were not convinced that the manor is really gone. There were many maidens that were trapped there, and while Reika had a specific reason to wake, any of the rest could wake more or less any time. Reika also specifically while bound could escape again too.

Rougetsu island, while there was a specific controller at that time, this was not the first time things went horribly wrong with that island and the illness. It could and will happen again, since the root cause was not dealt with just the current controller.

The last one is not a fatal frame game, but a different one altogether. And that one has the same issues. In each installment of the game, only the symptoms are dealt with, not the cause.

So that is my justification for FF being more or less in cannon. FF1 is taken down in a future point, even though subjectively Miku did it in her past. The rest, all have good arguments for still being around. Not perfect but as good as anything else I have heard. Ranma is not in cannon really, though I am trying to keep most things close to cannon. This is just not a comedy, so the slapstick of Ranma will not happen.

Ranko's view scene one

Pain.

It all started with massive amounts of pain. In truth, it started with Ranma's zigging when he should have zagged, but that led to a large amount of pain as the first tattoo was attempted to be burned into his flesh. She had touched him, grabbing his hair as he tried getting around her. The pain was all invasive.

The spirit of the girl felt the pain just as much as Ranma did. The Neko-ken felt it as well but pushed it all on one of the souls of the cats and did not deal with it as a whole anymore.

The spirit of the girl needed to stop the implant of the tattoo if she wanted Ranma to survive. She just was not quite sure how. She could see the spirit of the blue woman enter Ranma's soul, like a long snake working its way towards him. It was moving to the center of his being and while the draining snake moved she got an idea how to stop it. The spirit of the ghost reached out and grabbed the snake behind the head and tried to do to it what it was doing to Ranma. She tried to consume it utterly. As she took the energy out of the attack the blue woman looked down at her hand that still lay on Ranma's shoulder.

The spirit of the girl watched as Ranma turned and ran off again, dodging the ghosts of the three little girls with the spikes and hammers. As it had been in the past, he jumped over the head of Reika as she tried to once more grab hold of him. Off in the distance, down the hall, Ranma saw the blue glowing door. Soon he could escape from this blue mansion nuthouse to the apartment nuthouse. The spirit of the girl, however watched as ahead of them two spirits were forming to try and stop their escape.

'It's not an issue for him to make it' she starts to think to herself as they just get past the two newly formed ghosts. She examines them in the background and notices that they have one thing in common. It's the….

*Guuuurk!* Ranma starts coughing as a rope suddenly loops over Ranma's head, settles around his neck, and is jerked tight by one of the ghosts.

One ghost is a woman dressed in a shrine maiden outfit with ropes around her hands, legs and neck. The other is a man, completely wrapped in rope, with only a single arm free. They both spend time wrapping Ranma in the ropes, holding him fast. Reika moves up to him again. She uses both arms on him to be sure that there is no issue. Twin snakes enter his being looking for the heart of his Chi. Now that they know what to expect the spirit of the girl grabs the heads of both snakes, holding them fast.

Reika looks at this again. She is still very confused about why this is not working on Ranma. Reika pulls the snakes out using as much force as she can. This surprises the girl, who is partially pulled out of Ranma when this happens. Comprehension grows on Reika's face as she finally understands why her markings are not burning into Ranma. This distraction was all Ranma needed to finally break from the ropes.

Ranma quickly starts throwing the ropes off as Reika again send the snakes into his soul. This time they had a new target and the spirit of the girl set herself to catch them again. As she reached out to grab them once more, the snakes started wrapping themselves around her arms and torso to pull her out of Ranma. The girl panics realizing that Reika had made her the target and was soon going to pull her out of him. She reacts with the only action she can think of. She pulls hard on Ranma, seeking to take just enough of him to force the curse to change her. She thinks that maybe if she can transform, the snakes will not have a hold over her while they can get to the door.

Ranma reaches the doorway with the girl and the snakes still in him. The girl watches as he staggers in pain, bending over while running and then barrels through the blue door.

'Wait, he went through?' she thinks. She looks down. The snakes are dissipating and pain flashes through her as a tattoo forms on her shoulder. She stands there as the various ghosts turn to leave with only Reika staying behind looking at her.

"Oh crap!" The girl looks around rapidly. She can feel the spread of that small portion of Ranma she was able to keep in her hand as it was absorbed into her. The girl's form shifted, growing more and more familiar to her, until the fragment of his soul mixed enough with the girl's to solidify into a separate being.

Reika stared at the new ghost dispassionately. This was a spirit not under her control but it was also not enough of a threat to act against it at this time. She had better things to hunt.

The girl who was once and is again Ranko moved towards Reika.

"What do you WANT from us?" she yells at the retreating blue woman.

An echoing voice sounds in Ranko's mind.

"I just wish to sleep…. Forever"

Scene 2

Ranko grumbled as she moved. "So this is it huh? All that time spent helping that idiot and now I am trapped here."

Ranko was not happy about this. She knew at one time she was Ranma. She also knew that she was the girl who drowned. And, deep down inside, she knew that this was it. No more transformations. No more living within Ranma. And probably no more seeing him even IF he survived and escaped from here. She didn't have a body. Actually she had never HAD a body since this was all borrowed from Ranma to begin with. "Even if I DO beat the witch, what could I go back too? I am still a ghost either way" she sighed.

She was going to really miss a lot of things and a mild depression started to expand in her. . She would miss ice cream and Okonomiyaki. She was finding more and more things that she would miss from the world of the living.

Most of the ghosts left her alone; after all, she was like they were so they had no reason to attack her. So far she had not met anyone who she could consider worth fighting.

Realizing that she is falling into depression and that she is having a hard time adjusting to being "Ranko" fully in this world, she decides to try and calm down,

" Deep breaths," Ranko breathes. "Calm. Serene. I am calm and serene."

For several minutes she tries to force herself to meditate. Her biggest hurdle on this attempt is the fact that she is who she is. Ranma had issues meditating, he was too wild. Ranko was little different in that regard. Meditation meant not hitting something and not hitting things was no way for her to calm down. It just made her twitchier.

"Well, that didn't work. "she sighed.

Ranko is at present sitting in a stairwell that is in some building she has never seen before. The stairwell runs down into a corner library and up to a landing. There is soft biwa music being played gently through the area that appears to come from another room. She is depressed but she needs to get up and move to walk it off. She gets up and walks downstairs to start searching from scratch through here.

The room beyond the library is covered in odds and ends. There is a samurai armor stand, many boxes, and a huge grandfather clock against one wall. There is also a privacy wall and more stairs leading back to the landing. A fire pit is in this room and two doors, one to the right and one farther down also on the right. Ranko looks at the doors and decides to open the door on her right as it is closer. Beyond that is a small covered walkway that leads into an open air court yard and more entrances back into the house. It is as silent as death itself in this area.

"So far this place is a snooze fest," she says aloud. There is a tree in the courtyard and she walk towards it. As she gets closer, she looks around for a moment. Looking back at the house, she sees that is has two floors and that it's built in a square around the courtyard. When she turns back to the tree, Ranko sees that there is a woman with a noose around her neck hanging from the tree.

"Huh? Oh great. That has GOT to be another ghost," Ranko said with exasperation.

The hanged woman spins around. As she lines up with Ranko, she opens her eyes and looks directly at Ranko. Flying towards Ranko with the noose stretched out behind her, the hanged woman stretches out her hands to grab onto Ranko.

"Now this is a dance I know." Ranko smiled at the flying ghost, running to the side and causing the woman to miss in her attack on her. She runs partially up the tree and flips herself backwards. Ranko has already discovered that her being a ghost as well makes the other ghosts susceptible to her attacks.

*KerPowie!* Ranko double axe handles the back of the ghost as she leaps over the top of the flying women. Her hands tingle and grow a little cold but she ignores it. The woman is sent plummeting down to earth and is partially buried face first in the ground below. As the ghost faded from view, a small stone with an odd symbol on it falls from her pocket. Ranko moves over and picks it up. It's a hexagonal piece of ebony with silver markings on it. She pockets the stone.

'I bet that there is something around here that stone is needed for. These silly rules everywhere.' Ranko thinks to herself. "KAMI-SAMA! I HATE this place!" she yells aloud. She walks around the area, trying all of the doors. They all appear to be painted on rather than real doors. The only exit seems to be the room she came from. She opens that door and glanced inside.

Stupid spirit tricks! Damn it!" Ranko grumbles. On the other side of the door, the one she had just stepped through a few minutes before, was the entry way she first entered through. She looks behind her and she's standing in a hallway with ropes hanging from the ceiling. There were dozens of ropes hanging from the ceiling.

"I swear if I find the main one here I am kicking its ass period" Ranko pops her knuckles and gets a manic smile on her face. She walks into the entry way. There is a hole in the floor and a removable wall partially surrounding it. There is a glowing blue lantern on a small table to her left.

She has seen these tables before but she has really has not taken the time to examine one. Since she has this stone she decided to go see if that stone had anything to do with it. Ranko's luck being Ranko's luck it had nothing to do with the stone as far as she could tell. She carefully pokes it from every side some but eventually decides that sometimes a lantern is just a lantern. She turns to walk away from it and suddenly felt the entire world shift to the left.

'What? This again? First that camera that Ranma had, now this lantern.'))

When she recovers from her little shifting she looks around the room again. As she looks in the room she hears a wooden-sounding clatter and sees a mask fall from a wall. She walks around the back of the room to get a better look at the mask. It is a wooden mask in the inside but the front side seems to shift and shimmer in the limited light of this room. It fell from an old looking post that was made to hang masks on.

"Hey!" Ranko yells out to the ether, "Can you be any MORE obvious please?" as she places the mask back on the hook.

A small click was heard and a hidden door appears in the wall.

"Oh My" said Ranko in her best 'sarcastic Kasumi' imitation. "Whatever could this mean", she continued.

Ranko turns her head up and glares at the ceiling. It was not like she knew where the big baddy was, just that was as convenient as anywhere else to look. She then steps inside the hidden door to what lay beyond it. There was a short hallway here and an opening into another room. As she walks down the hall, sees someone enter the hall from the walls. This was what looked like a priest, with a Oni mask on, and holding a sword. Ranko looks at him. He looks at Ranko. Ranko blinks. He pulls back and swings at Ranko with the sword. Even though he seems to move slow, that sword was FAST. Really fast. She dodges it but it was a close one.

"You got speed, huh? Try this!" She jumps around his latest swing, her hands moving fast. Much faster then she remembers ever doing it before. So fast in fact that a rumbling series of booms was heard as her Chestnut Fist was breaking the sound barrier when she hit this man over and over again. The ghost of the man just sort of dissolves under the assault.

"See" *gasp* "what" *wheeze* "real" *gasp* "speed" *wheeze* "is?". Ranko was of all things, out of breath. She had done that technique hundreds of times and she had never been out of breath before. Not once. 'I never broke the sound barrier before either,' Ranko thought to herself as she tried in vain to regain her breath. She felt off. Wrong, somehow. It was like part of her overall energy was being drained just by striking that ghost.

Ranko continued to stagger down the hall and looked into the next room. This is a square room, with an entrance into yet another room behind a half-sized wooden door. It's primarily dominated by a huge cage, with some nice living items, obviously made for a girl, and a window to look out on that courtyard. The half-sized doorway into the caged room was locked but as she moved around to the half-sized wooden door beyond it turned out to open easy.

"So I guess this is the way to go" she again said aloud. Ranko really hoped that on some level she could irritate the main ghost like she was feeling irritated by the wandering spirits. As she moved through the door and stood up she again felt out of breath. The coldness that seeped into her before just grew to higher levels as she entered here.

In the center of this room was a huge wheel. There were five winches with ropes around the table. Dried and dark blood was everywhere and formed a faint body shape where the wood was exposed and not covered.

"That looks like a painful way to go," She said. Ranko examines the table and could see just what it was used for. A rope at each arm and leg. A rope for the neck. She could almost see the bodies lying on there and being pulled apart. A deeply cold shiver ran through her looking at this device and she wondered how many people had died on it. One? A hundred? A thousand maybe. She shivered again, thinking about the way folks would have died on this wheel.

It was her dwelling on the sight of this instrument that made her completely fail to notice that the greatest feeling of cold came from behind her.

The ringing in her ears from being so wiped out from the fight with the man caused her to not hear the sliding sound of fabric on fabric.

She did, however, notice it when ropes suddenly grabbed her around the neck, around her wrists and around her feet. She tried to scream, only to have the rope wrap itself around her head until her screams were muffled.

All she could feel was bone chilling cold and the burn of the ropes. If she had not fought the man, she may have been able to escape. If she was not so tired already, she may have heard her coming. None of that was important now. What was important was that the ropes were picking her up and gently placing her on the table.

What was important now was the pressure being applied as the roped started pulling.

What was important now was the feeling of her joints being dislocated and her body starting to split apart.

The last thing her detached head thought of was two words.

Game Over.

Ranko's view again: Game over?

'What? This again? First that camera that Ranma had, now this lantern.'

When she recovers from her little shifting she looks around the room again. As she looks in the room she hears a wooden-sounding clatter and sees a mask fall from a wall. She walks around the back of the room to get a better look at the mask. It is a wooden mask in the inside but the front side seems to shift and shimmer in the limited light of this room. It fell from an old looking post that was made to hang masks on.

She sort of remembers a bad thing happening when she walked through the door. A half formed memory of a dream.

"Hey!" Ranko yells out to the ether, "Can you be any MORE obvious please?" as she places the mask back on the hook.

A small click was heard and a hidden door appeared in the wall.

"Oh My" said Ranko in her best 'sarcastic Kasumi' imitation. "Whatever could this mean", she continued.

She stops a moment and has this strong feeling of Deja vue again like she has done this before, something bad is going to happen soon. She wished she could remember what it was. The memory just would not form.

Ranko turns her head up and glares at the ceiling. It was not like she knew where the big baddy was, just that was as convenient as anywhere else to look. She then steps inside the hidden door to what lay beyond it. There was a short hallway here and an opening into another room. As she walks down the hall, sees someone enter the hall from the walls. This was what looked like a priest, with a Oni mask on, and holding a sword. Ranko looks at him. He looks at Ranko. Ranko blinks. He pulls back and swings at Ranko with the sword. Even though he seems to move slow, that sword was FAST. Really fast. She dodges it but it was a close one.

He pulled back and swung at Ranko with the sword. Even though he seemed to move slow, that sword was FAST. Really fast. She dodged it but it was a close one.

"You got speed, huh? Try this!" She jumps around his latest swing, her hands moving fast. Much faster then she remembers ever doing it before. So fast in fact that a rumbling series of booms was heard as her Chestnut Fist was breaking the sound barrier when she hit this man over and over again. The ghost of the man just sort of dissolves under the assault.

"See" *gasp* "what" *wheeze* Ranko stopped talking. She knew that she had said this before. Now it was not just the memory that was slipping from her, but the mind numbing cold from fighting him.

Ranko was of all things, out of breath. She had done that technique hundreds of times and she had never been out of breath before. Not once. She felt off. Wrong somehow. It was like part of her overall energy was being drained just by striking that ghost. And she was so cold. Like just a small part away from true death.

Ranko continued to stagger down the hall and looked into the next room. This is a square room, with an entrance into yet another room behind a half sized wooden door. It was primarily dominated by a huge cage, with some nice living items, obviously made for a girl, and a window to look out on that courtyard. The half sized doorway into the caged room was locked but as she moved around to the half sized wooden door beyond it turned out to open easy.

"So I guess this is the way to go" she again said aloud. She felt cold, like ice was growing around her. A part of her was so cold inside that she just wanted to sit and rest.

In the center of this room was a huge wheel. There were 5 winches with ropes around the table. Dried and dark blood was everywhere and formed a faint body shape where the wood was exposed and not covered.

"That is a painful way to go." She said. She realized that somewhere in her past she had been on something like that. Ranko examine the table and could see just what it was used for. A rope at each arm and leg. A rope for the neck. She could almost see the bodies lying on here and being pulled apart. A deeply cold shiver ran through her looking at this device and she wondered how many people had died on it. She wondered why it looked familiar.

It was her dwelling on the sight of this instrument that made her completely fail to notice that the greatest feeling of cold came from behind her.

The ringing in her ears from being so wiped out from the fight with the man caused her not to hear the sliding sound of fabric on fabric.

She did however notice it completely as ropes suddenly grabbed her, around the neck, around her wrists and around her feet. She tried to scream only to have the rope wrap itself farther and rather around her head until her screams were muffled.

All she could feel was bone chilling cold and the burn of the ropes. If she had not fought the man she may have been able to escape. If she was not so tired already she may have heard her coming. None of that was important now. What was important was that the ropes were picking her up and gently placing her on the table.

What was important now was the pressure being applied as the roped started pulling.

What was important now was the feeling of her joints being dislocated and her body starting to split apart.

The last thing her detached head thought of was two words.

Game Over.

'What? This again? First that camera that Ranma had, now this lantern.'))

When she recovers from her little shifting she looks around the room again. As she looks in the room she hears a wooden-sounding clatter and sees a mask fall from a wall. She walks around the back of the room to get a better look at the mask. It is a wooden mask in the inside but the front side seems to shift and shimmer in the limited light of this room. It fell from an old looking post that was made to hang masks on...

…. The last thing her detached head thought of was two words.

Game Over.

'What? This again? First that camera that Ranma had, now this lantern.'

…. The last thing her detached head thought of was two words.

Game Over.

Game Over….

Game Over….

Game Over….

'Not this again. Not this terrible dream.' Ranko recovered from her shifting and sank to the floor. A hundred times or more she had repeated this awful ending. Every time she did it she got back clearer and clearer memories of the past. She always walked down that path way. She always was attacked by the ceremony master. And Kyrie always caught her.

Over and over again. She felt keenly the ropes wrapped around her throat. Even when she knew Kyrie was behind her, she could not get past her to be able to fight her.

'Okay, this ain't working. I need to find a way to beat her,' she thinks to herself. 'It may be time to try going back and see what I can find in the other direction.' So she climbs slowly to her feet and moves towards the door again, leaving the mask where it lay. As she starts to open the door she sees, out of the corner of her eye a flashing object near the edge of the hole in the floor. "Well, it's not like I will get anymore dead than I already am" Ranko says very softly to herself. She staggers a bit as she walks to the blinking object. Near to the edge of the hole is a small bottle filled with water. She picks the bottle up.

"Well what the hell." Ranko pops the top and drinks the bottle down. A warm feeling flows through her, driving the cold and the despair from her. "Wow! It's like Kasumi's cooking bottled as a glass of water." The house shakes, almost like it was annoyed that she was feeling better. Ranko jumped jumps around as she tries to maintain her balance. She stands and balances on a sliver of wood that juts out over the hole.

"Hah! Try and make me fall. What a joke…" Ranko smirks as the house decides to wipe the smirk off of her face. The entire room, floor, ceiling, doors, everything, fell into the darkness below. Ranko jumps from piece to piece trying to get back up to the open doorway but a large chunk of stone fell and lands on her. In a pile of wood and dust, she lands in another room. In the rubble she could see the remains of an old time movie projector, pointed at a wall that would have doubled as a screen. There was only one door in this room.

"Well, that damn blue woman doesn't want me wandering in the wrong direction I guess." Ranko opens the door, leading to a short hallway with a set of double doors on the right. The hallway continues to the left farther down.

As Ranko enters the hallway, she notices the double door move slightly and it closes. She turns and examines the door. It's a door. It is not a grue. It exudes "Doorness" for lack of a better concept. In a world of weirdness, this was comfortably a door. Ranko thought about this door and realized that she was getting slightly delusional thinking about the door like this. If she continued she would likely be eaten by a grue. 'Granted it is a nice door,' she thought. The door on the other hinge did not think anything at all.

She opens the door and saw inside that there was a room. Along all the edges were shelves filled with dolls. At the front of the room stood two human-sized dolls.

One of the dolls starts moving towards Ranko, arms reaching out.

"Dolls? You have got to be kidding me. I am just not that kind of girl" she says as she prepares to fight with the doll.

Authors note

I would say I am sorry for the ending of the last chapter but deep down inside I am not. Ever since I started this, I have wanted to have a Save point/major character death scene. And there we are.

Also this was originally supposed to be 2 chapters, but out of respect for my editor, and to make this more of a decent length to add I decided to have each POV chapter be a single chapter rather 2 or more of any given character.

Ukyou is the main character, so be aware rules for her may not be the same as rules for the others.