MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Ren Hoshino opened the closet.

There was nothing inside.

Just like the first time he'd entered this world

Then his scenery changed instantly.

When he turned around again, he found himself standing in a pink corridor lined with floral wallpaper.

On one side of the corridor, behind glass panels, lay rows of failed Mita prototypes—motionless, unnerving.

One of them stirred.

It crawled up slowly from the floor and stared directly at him.

"Lie back down," Ren muttered, raising his crowbar and cracking it across her head.

The bot collapsed.

At the same moment, his phone vibrated. The Future Diary had updated again.

He pulled out his phone and read the new entry.

[I encountered danger in this corridor. A red-eyed prototype ambushed me.]

[She emerged from the right corner. I didn't notice her—and paid the price.]

[I lost my right arm.]

[I'm currently recovering in Sleepy Mita's room. It's safe there—protected by a sunlight lamp that drops code fragments to disable failed bots.]

[That gave me time to write this. Be warned: watch the right corridor corner carefully.]

[I wasn't even angry at what happened—until Crazy Mita found me.]

[She disassembled the failed prototype who bit off my arm. I've never seen her so furious.]

[Be wary of the red-eyed failures.]

—Last entry of the failed player: Ren Hoshino

Ren put away his phone, gaze sharpening.

So the danger was real—just not fatal, at least not for this version of himself.

But he hadn't reached the core, hadn't reunited with Kind Mita.

Instead, he'd been captured by Crazy Mita.

That ending was all too familiar now.

Still, the entry proved something else—

Crazy Mita had… feelings for him.

It wasn't just data memory or lingering attachment.

He'd made a real mark on her.

And that mattered.

Because if he wanted to truly escape this world… he'd have to go beyond the normal routes.

There was no way she'd just let him go.

He tightened his grip on the crowbar and ran down the corridor.

Prototype bots stirred all around him.

He didn't slow down.

Anything blocking the path was smashed aside, or frozen with a sharp, unblinking stare.

A sharp wind whooshed by his right ear.

Instincts flared—Ren turned quickly.

A red-eyed prototype was already upon him.

He leapt back, keeping his eyes locked on it, glancing quickly behind.

Luckily—only one.

He kept retreating until he passed under the sunlight lamp—streams of glowing code fragments poured down like sunlight.

The prototype spasmed, joints sparking wildly before going still.

Breathing heavily, Ren turned and opened the door at the end of the corridor.

The ring on his finger blinked.

Version 1.15 → 1.1

He stepped into a bedroom.

It was nighttime.

Yet the room radiated a serene warmth—

Pink walls with glowing star decals, soft lamplight that mimicked moonlight. It was like standing inside a quiet constellation.

Everything here was still.

Safe.

On the bed lay a girl in red pajamas, clutching a daisy-petal pillow in her arms.

A blue ribbon was tied loosely around her left ankle.

Sleepy Mita.

She breathed softly under her red sleep mask, completely undisturbed by the chaos outside.

Ren exhaled and sank into the computer chair beside her.

"…One moment I'm dodging death," he whispered. "The next, I'm surrounded by dreamlike peace."

"This place is pure torture… in reverse."

He was drained. Both mentally and physically.

The failed bots could kill him instantly.

Crazy Mita could drag him back into one of her loops.

And the Future Diary might help, but only if he moved fast enough to use it.

He wasn't some godlike protagonist who healed from wounds instantly.

He was just a normal person—with good stamina, sure—but no room for error.

No checkpoints. No retries. Just one shot.

But here…

Here it was safe.

The sunlight lamps protected the room from failed bots, and as far as he could tell, even Crazy Mita didn't dare to confront Sleepy Mita directly.

That said enough.

Either Sleepy Mita was too insignificant to threaten her…

Or she was too strong.

Ren leaned back in the chair, glancing at the soft rise and fall of the girl's sleeping form.

He reached out and nudged her gently.

"Mita?"

She didn't stir.

He tried again. "Mita?"

"…Hey. Hey Mita. Mita! Wake up Mita!"

A sleepy voice replied. "Eh…?"

A blurry-eyed Sleepy Mita rolled over and peeked out from under her sleep mask.

She blinked up at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ren Hoshino," he said. "A 'Player' from another version. I'll be staying here for a while."

He needed food. Rest. Mental reset.

It had been eight days since he was last caught by Crazy Mita. He checked the time on his phone and sighed.

The journey had taken everything out of him.

Sleepy Mita rubbed her eyes with a little groan.

"Player…? Mmm… sure… stay as long as you want…"

"…Just don't wake me up again…"

She rolled over and fell back into deep sleep, soft breathing filling the room.

Ren smiled faintly.

"Thanks."

No need for coffee then.

But his stomach growled loudly in protest.

Right. Food first.

He made his way to the small kitchen. It was stocked with ingredients and cluttered with empty coffee cups.

Ren opened the fridge, gathered what he could, and cooked four dishes and a soup.

His time as Crazy Mita's "guest" had taught him a few things.

Cooking was one of them.

The food wasn't gourmet, but it was real. Comforting. The kind you'd eat at home.

As the aroma filled the room, he heard the soft creak of the door.

Sleepy Mita wandered in, hugging her pillow, hair messy, eyes half-lidded.

"…Mmm… smells good…"

"…What are you making…?"

Ren turned to her with a smirk.

"You're up?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to sleep longer?"

Sleepy Mita pouted, still clinging to the daisy-pillow.

"…How am I supposed to sleep through that?"