MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Ren Hoshino crawled through the narrow pipe, the metallic air thick with tension. Human-headed spiders clung to the walls, twitching in eerie silence. Thankfully, none attacked.

There was no way to fight in such a cramped space. All Ren could do was move forward—until he froze.

Behind him, deep in the shadows, stood a skinless prototype Mita, her exposed framework gleaming faintly. She mirrored his movement, retreating whenever he did, until she had nowhere left to go.

Ren didn't feel fear. Just quiet pity.

"I'll help you get your own version back," he said softly. "Once I sort this out."

He gently reached out, placing his hand on her head—unsure if she understood, or felt anything at all.

Then he turned away and crawled onward, emerging into another space. A wooden door stood before him. When he opened it, the Future Diary in his hand updated with a silent flicker.

This was the kitchen from Mita World—one of the oldest builds. The furniture was covered in red-and-black checkerboard placeholders, textures not yet loaded. Shadows clung to the corners. The light only reached certain zones, creating a hollow, abandoned aura. A horror-game prototype.

"This far in, I might as well rest a bit."

Ren pulled out a chair and sat at the fragmented dining table. His phone screen lit up—Future Diary version 1.0F had downgraded to 0.5.

On-screen, 2D Mita appeared, her expression twisted in horror.

"Ren, there's a really scary Mita here! You need to be careful!" her message flashed in the dialogue box.

Ren chuckled. Of course, she was referring to the original version. He knew.

"What, upset that I didn't warn you about the crazy bitch sooner?"

Tsundere Mita's cheeks flushed in anger.

"You knew she was there and didn't tell me?!"

"I saw you enjoying yourself after leaving your little 2D prison. Figured you'd want some excitement," Ren said coolly. "She doesn't know you're in my phone, anyway."

Having Tsundere Mita in his phone felt strangely comforting—like having a girlfriend from a dating sim. One who could talk, argue, and even open locked files for him.

"By the way," he added, "say hi to Mila for me."

Tsundere Mita glared.

"Why are you thinking about her right now?! It's dangerous here!"

She fumed silently. Why did he even give the ring to that bespectacled girl? After all, she was supposed to be the one who got the wedding ring…

Ren Hoshino. Liar. Scumbag. Always full of sweet talk and half-truths.

Meanwhile, sunlight filtered softly into Mila's quiet living room. She sat alone, flipping through a book—but her hands trembled, her mind elsewhere.

"Ren…" she whispered, "are you okay?"

It had only been days since they met, barely a blink in her life. And yet, that brief time left a scar deeper than anything before.

She couldn't stop thinking about him.

Eventually, she gave up pretending to read and collapsed onto her bed, eyes wide open.

A sudden chime rang from her computer.

"Hey, glasses girl! Ren's looking for you!"

It was the voice from her screen—Mita's voice. The 2D version he'd given her.

Mila rushed over. On the monitor, the chat box popped up.

Ren: "Mila, you good?"

Mila: "I'm fine. Are you okay? That crazy woman didn't hurt you?"

Ren: "Nah."

Her eyes softened, the worry lifting.

Mila: "Where are you now? Is it safe?"

Ren: "Safe enough. She won't come for you. Just stay put. I'll visit when this is over."

Mila: "Then I'll hold on to the ring until you do."

Ren: "Fine. When I get back, let's read together again."

Mila: "Be careful. This world is dangerous."

Ren: "Yeah."

She smiled gently, laying back in her chair and taking off her glasses. Her expression eased, lips curling softly.

"I've waited so long. What's a little longer?"

Back in the dark, Ren ended the call. "At least Mila won't worry now."

He flipped open the Future Diary.

[I know the 'ugly Mita' Tsundere Mita mentioned is the original build. I underestimated the threat.]

[Her games are dangerous. Avoid them.]

[I've been stabbed dozens of times. If you can, leave immediately.]

[Try smashing the human-headed spiders. It works.]

[If this helps you, do one thing for me: let Kind Mita protect my controller. It may save her if she meets Crazy Mita.]

[I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I tried to save Mita—and failed.]

—Author: Ren Hoshino

Ren closed the phone. "Guess we're going off-script."

A sound echoed from the living room.

He cracked open the kitchen door.

There, in the shadowy room, sat the prototype Mita on the half-rendered couch. Standing before her—Crazy Mita, her kitchen knife dripping.

"I dropped something," she said sweetly. "Wait right here. I'll be back in a second. Then… we'll go to another world together."

Her tone was strangely gentle.

Prototype Mita blinked. "Okay, okay."