"BOOK I: The Arrival - The SiIvaGunner Halloween Horror Special Part VI: The Cult of Proto", initially titled "A dark, inky alleyway." before being renamed,[1] is a high quality video that acts as the first act of The Cult of Proto and the announcement video for The SiIvaGunner Halloween Horror Special Part VI: The Cult of Proto.
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At the start, the video shows a black screen with the text "BOOK I / The Arrival" shown on screen and spoken by Takane Shijou. At 0:04, Takane begins to recount the event's storyline, with the text displayed on-screen.
She describes a recurring dream she keeps having, where she is looking for something but gradually loses all feeling with the exception of a strange voice. Later, she recounts her journey to New Engrand, intending for it to be both a vacation and part of her search for a missing friend. She runs into a hooded individual, who drops a mysterious tome called "The Protonomicon", and finds a familiar face inside when she opens it.
Transcript[]
BOOK I: The Arrival
["0 - 0x10c (Unreleased)" plays in the background.]
Takane: A dark, inky alleyway. With nothing but the soft light of a lamp to guide me forwards, I press onwards. I know I'm looking for something, but... in this dark haze, I cannot quite remember what that thing is. All I know is that I must keep going. With the unknown blackness before me, every step I take feels like it becomes heavier and heavier. And yet it seems to go on forever...
The further I trudge onwards, the smoother the walls become. Cold brick gives way to something flat and featureless. The sound of my footsteps fade away, as if the volume on a television was turned down.
Soon enough, I feel nothing.
I see nothing. Nothing in front of me, nothing behind me.
Infinity stretches as far as the eye can see. It's like I'm underwater, swimming in the thickest, densest sea. But even that would be preferable to this. It feels like... the ultimate form of sensory deprivation. How I would give anything, for any kind of feeling...
Then, in the middle of it all, I hear a strange voice.
Strange Voice: Everything here... it's clean. Don't you like it?
Takane: It cuts through the nothingness like a searing hot blade.
Strange Voice: Simply pristine. Not a stain in sight. No imperfections to be found. No errors of any kind. It's as clean as can be.
Takane: His voice is the only thing I can comprehend. It echoes endlessly throughout my mind, running circles in it, over, and over, and over...
Strange Voice: It's truly a sight to behold, is it not? Clean, clean, clean, clean, clean...
Takane: I want it to stop. But I cannot say anything.
Strange Voice: But it's not perfect. You are... like a disease, in this otherwise pristine, healthy body. I think it's time for some cleanup. To keep this place more... secure.
because after all...
security is my motto.
["Back to Simpler Times" plays in the background.]
Takane: I wake up in a cold sweat.
I am relieved to hear the familiar sounds of my stagecoach.
It was the same dream again. Almost every day ever since my voyage to New Engrand, these thoughts troubled my mind in the night. Sometimes I wondered if those dreams meant anything. I tried not to think about them too much, because they really weren't making this journey any easier...
It was October of '23 when I finally arrived in New Engrand. The town by the harbor was small and quaint. There was no technology, very few vehicles, not a single luxury. While most save for the Amish community would call this town dull, I was impressed that such a place could even exist, especially after the cruel winter.
In the middle of the town, I, Takane Shijou, wished to spend a peaceful vacation. I had spent most of the year retired from my association with 765 Production in favor of helping to rebuild our collapsed society, as well as searching for a missing friend. I had assumed that perhaps he and David would have hosted another extravagant Halloween get-together, but as the months passed, there was still no word from him.
When he was still with us, he told me about his interest in one "National Harbor." I did not know which harbor he meant, so I've been going from Harbor Town to Harbor Town since, in hopes that I would be able to find him once again.
Unfortunately, what I found in this town...
was nothing to celebrate.
["Expanding Darkness" plays in the background.]
I was on my way to the local hotel to drop off my belongings, when I ran into a hooded individual. He was pudgy, hairy, and spoke in a synthesized voice. When I tried to apologize, he spoke to me in a sort of poem:
Hooded Individual: Though folks of this town will try in vain, the Forsaken One will rise again.
Takane: He then headed off towards the oceanside.
Forsaken One? I had never heard of such a name.
However, the situation did not seem unfamiliar to me. Two years ago to the date, I had encountered an attempt to plunge this world into a living hell. Since that day, matters of the occult have deeply concerned me.
["The Sinking Old Sanctuary (Halloween '23 Arrangement)" plays in the background.]
In his hurry, he had dropped a book. A strange tome known as "The Protonomicon." It was orange and blue, with ancient-looking markings. For some reason, just looking at it gave me a strange feeling...
Picking it up, it felt strangely airy. It was definitely a crusty old tome, but it felt smooth to the touch. It felt as if my fingers would slip right through it.
That strange feeling I got upon looking at it intensified when I touched it... I put that aside and opened it to see what was inside.
To my surprise, there were markings of a Superhero. A small, masked gentleman who looked familiar to me somehow...
That's when I realized. Prior to my current life of travel, I was once an actress alongside my friend, who also served as a director and executive producer. On the set of one of his movies, a horror film about a shadowy beast, one of the extras had been involved in an on-set accident that cost him his life.
Now that same man... was in this book.
How could this be?
I knew I had to get answers immediately. Or, at least, after dinner. These long, cold nights have left me longing for the warmness of hearty ramen...
["Cult of Proto Sting" plays as the event logo appears.]
Description[]
Original Concept
The Green Spy
Maggie
Directed by
Jiko Music
Video Editing
minindo
Art
moralem
Written by
Jiko Music
Smoky
Proofreading
circunflexo
Dirty Spaceman
moralem
Sarvéproductions
Cast
Kathia Roman - Takane Shijou
AJ Zeg - Strange voice
Adult Male #2 - Hooded individual
Audio Mastering
RHMan
Sarvéproductions
Music Composed and Arranged by
Jp
Jiko Music
livvy94
minindo
I have read the channel description, and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.
Trivia[]
- Before being premiered, the description simply contained "Please read the channel description... If you dare...", the catchphrase from The SilvaGunner Spooktacular Halloween Horror Special: Part III.