Deleted Scene #2: From Chapter 10 of Violet Prelude

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Originally posted to Patreon on October 8, 2019

Original Intro:

So this chapter was a whirlwind to write… It was one of those things that’s been rattling around in my head for a long time. It’s gone from one thing to another to another and so on and so forth. The end result isn’t entirely off the original base, but it is different than what I expected. Nevertheless, I like where it went. Got some early foreshadowing going on and some other little things you might want to pay attention to…
But you’re here for deleted scenes so let’s get on with it.
These are posted in order of how they were originally written. They take the story on a very different course and I wasn’t entirely happy with it. Instead, I ended up going for a more level-headed approach rather than violent/visceral.
I did originally try to wiggle some of this back in, but it really didn’t work. So here they are:
Three Deleted Scenes from Entry #10 aka 0.10: Pleasant Valley Sunday.

New Intro:

This chapter is probably the most insane and sketchy chapter out of all of them. The idea is that Sylus is in the dream and he has to wake up to survive. An unknown force is trying to make sure that doesn’t happen, but Sylus repeatedly resists the urge to accept his surroundings.
These scenes ended up getting cut because they just didn’t fit with the rest of the entry. The tone of chapter 10 is a bit more humorous than what these portray. I wanted to create a sort of element of dark humor and futility.
The way this chapter is loaded with tone shifts and “resets” made it kind of difficult to detect what did and didn’t fit. Ultimately, these three scenes turned out to be too far off the mark.
 

 DELETED SCENE 1:

With a sudden jerk, he woke up. After a few fleeting moments of panic, he immediately calmed as the familiarity of his surroundings brought peace to his fears. Soft, white, cotton sheets embraced his form. A light down comforter on top. The very sunlight shining through the gossamer shrouded window seemed almost blindingly white. The temperature was perfect. The mattress was perfect. His pillows were perfect. The scent of pancakes wafting down the hall was perfect. With a deep, contented sigh, he stretched his arms over his head.
“Fuck.” The word flew uncharacteristically casually from his lips.
“Honey?” A melodious voice carried on the wings of angels settled in his ears.
“Yeah?” he grumbled.
“A-are you okay?” His wife leaned into the room.
“No.”
“C-can I help?”
“No.”
“O-oh… W-will you be joining us for Sunday sermon?”
“Fuck off.”
Gripping the fabric over her heart, she left the room.
Stop being so rude, Sylus. They’re your family.
“No they’re not. My family isn’t here.”
Yes. They are. They love you, Sylus. They love you so much.
Growling with every ounce of his strength, Sylus got out of bed. Somehow he knew he’d find the bathroom occupied, so he walked into the kitchen instead. His wife spun around to greet him.
“Oh, dear! How are you feeling? Any better?”
The compulsion to grab the knife out of the drainboard and stab her unrelentlessly surged through his core. With a shrug, he took hold of the knife and did just that. She screamed. Screamed so loud. But he didn’t care. This would all repeat itself again. His “son” appeared behind him.
“D-Dad?” Terror filled the child’s face.
Covered in blood, his father turned to him, “You’re not my son.”
He lunged after the apparition, knife poised to end it’s life.
 

DELETED SCENE 2: 

Sylus snapped. Shoving Jeron away, he stared at the man and his son like a wild animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
“That word… That word… That FUCKING word…”
“S-Sy?”
“Dad?”
“It’s that word…” Sylus snarled, “That word… that goddamned word… Perfect. Perfect this. Perfect that. Perfect perfect. Perfect?” he bellowed, “Perfect!” he puffed out his chest and grumbled. “Everything’s goddamned bloody perfect!” For the first time since he’d had it beaten out of him, he heard his accent. “Per-fect…”
Something strange… Something foreign… Something strong… Something completely utterly mad grew within him. From the ground up, it coursed through his veins. From the depths of his soul to the tips of his fingers, it welled forth.
“Perfect.” He growled as his body became engulfed in a violet flame.
It ate at his flesh and tore him apart. Reduced to ash only to be built up again. A bellowing roar filled the room as fire licked the ceiling.
“PERFECT!” the flames screamed, “PERFECT!!!!!” they shrieked. “PEEERRRFEEEEECTTT!!!!!!”
As quickly as they ignited, the flames disappeared. There stood Sylus. True to himself. A wreath of tendrils writhing wildly around him. A maddening grin on his lips.
“I’ll show you perfect,” he growled with his deep, gravely voice.
Tendrils lashed out, punching through the walls of the room. A horrifying scream echoed from his lungs. Darkness… Darkness crept in once more.
 

DELETED SCENE 3: 

No no no! That was all wrong! You idiot! You almost…
“Ruined your little game?”
Gossamer curtains floated in with the gentle summer breeze.
“My question is, where’s Qaitax in all of this?”
So you remember…
Sylus snorted, “You let the last dream remind me. Good job.”
Silence.
“Awww, did you make a mistake?”
Silence.
“Poor thing.” He growled from the depths of his very being.
Tendrils shot from his back, decimating the walls surrounding him. His “family” screamed in terror. Eyes blazing violet, he turned to them with a snarl.
“Run.”
They did precisely that. Except… It was more like they ran in place before disappearing.
“It’s all coming CRASHING DOWN!” he thrust his tendrils through the ceiling, tearing down the roof, “ISN’T IT?!”
Raising himself up on newly-found appendages, he took a long step out the exterior wall he’d just torn down.
“Jeron!” he called down from his perch atop his writhing tentacles, “I’m waking up!”
“Good for you, Sy!” Jeron yelled up to him, “But I have no idea what the hell is going on!”
Sylus guffawed, “NEITHER DO I!”
He slowly lowered himself to hovering just above the ground in front of Jeron. Wrapping the vision of his lover in tendrils, he lifted him to eye level.
“I miss you, Jeron… I miss you so much…”
Jeron’s eyes glazed over, “I miss you, too, Sy…”
With a passionate kiss, Sylus lowered him to the ground.
“Come home soon, Sy. We miss you.”
“I’m coming, Jeron,” he grinned, once more atop his tower of tendrils, “Soon.”
One last time, against his control, Sylus Synclaire was consumed by darkness.
No no no! That was all wrong! You idiot! You almost…
“Ruined your little game?”
Gossamer curtains floated in with the gentle summer breeze.
“My question is, where’s Qaitax in all of this?”
So you remember…
Sylus snorted, “You let the last dream remind me. Good job.”
Silence.
“Awww, did you make a mistake?”
Silence.
“Poor thing.” He growled from the depths of his very being.
Tendrils shot from his back, decimating the walls surrounding him. His “family” screamed in terror. Eyes blazing violet, he turned to them with a snarl.
“Run.”
They did precisely that. Except… It was more like they ran in place before disappearing.
“It’s all coming CRASHING DOWN!” he thrust his tendrils through the ceiling, tearing down the roof, “ISN’T IT?!”
Raising himself up on newly-found appendages, he took a long step out the exterior wall he’d just torn down.
“Jeron!” he called down from his perch atop his writhing tentacles, “I’m waking up!”
“Good for you, Sy!” Jeron yelled up to him, “But I have no idea what the hell is going on!”
Sylus guffawed, “NEITHER DO I!”
He slowly lowered himself to hovering just above the ground in front of Jeron. Wrapping the vision of his lover in tendrils, he lifted him to eye level.
“I miss you, Jeron… I miss you so much…”
Jeron’s eyes glazed over, “I miss you, too, Sy…”
With a passionate kiss, Sylus lowered him to the ground.
“Come home soon, Sy. We miss you.”
“I’m coming, Jeron,” he grinned, once more atop his tower of tendrils, “Soon.”
One last time, against his control, Sylus Synclaire was consumed by darkness.
 No no no! That was all wrong! You idiot! You almost…
“Ruined your little game?”
Gossamer curtains floated in with the gentle summer breeze.
“My question is, where’s Qaitax in all of this?”
So you remember…
Sylus snorted, “You let the last dream remind me. Good job.”
Silence.
“Awww, did you make a mistake?”
Silence.
“Poor thing.” He growled from the depths of his very being.
Tendrils shot from his back, decimating the walls surrounding him. His “family” screamed in terror. Eyes blazing violet, he turned to them with a snarl.
“Run.”
They did precisely that. Except… It was more like they ran in place before disappearing.
“It’s all coming CRASHING DOWN!” he thrust his tendrils through the ceiling, tearing down the roof, “ISN’T IT?!”
Raising himself up on newly-found appendages, he took a long step out the exterior wall he’d just torn down.
“Jeron!” he called down from his perch atop his writhing tentacles, “I’m waking up!”
“Good for you, Sy!” Jeron yelled up to him, “But I have no idea what the hell is going on!”
Sylus guffawed, “NEITHER DO I!”
He slowly lowered himself to hovering just above the ground in front of Jeron. Wrapping the vision of his lover in tendrils, he lifted him to eye level.
“I miss you, Jeron… I miss you so much…”
Jeron’s eyes glazed over, “I miss you, too, Sy…”
With a passionate kiss, Sylus lowered him to the ground.
“Come home soon, Sy. We miss you.”
“I’m coming, Jeron,” he grinned, once more atop his tower of tendrils, “Soon.”
One last time, against his control, Sylus Synclaire was consumed by darkness.

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