MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Crazy Mita gently stroked Ren Hoshino's cheek.

"How could you say that to me, darling?"

"Have I been cruel to you?"

Ren: "That's exactly why I still dare to move."

Crazy Mita: "But a perfect girl should be a balance of good and evil, dear."

Ren: "That's fair…So… will you let me go?"

Crazy Mita: "Why would I?"

"Why would I ever hurt you?"

"I just want you to stay—with me."

Her voice trembled slightly, vulnerable in the most unsettling way.

"I've tried so hard…"

"But you keep chasing after those dolls."

"Always running off to play with those flirty, fake versions…"

"You even risk your life to save them."

"Didn't you say you'd save me?"

Ren smiled softly.

Ren: "Isn't this all part of getting to know you?"

"It's necessary, right?"

"I couldn't just watch them die."

Crazy Mita: "You're my player."

"Mine alone."

She caressed his face, her tone sugar-sweet.

"Darling… we have all the time in the world."

"As long as you stay and be my one and only."

Then her voice shifted—deep, commanding, with the arrogance of a final boss.

Ren: "You're starting to scare me like that."

"That's not a great sign."

Crazy Mita sighed in disappointment.

"Then so be it."

"Come in."

At her command, Original Mita stepped into the room, standing quietly behind her.

Crazy Mita: "Look at her."

"Do you think she's pretty?"

Ren blinked. What kind of question was this?

Why not just ask if he'd save his wife or his mother if both were drowning?

Ren: "Not as pretty as you."

Crazy Mita paused—clearly not expecting that.

Crazy Mita: "You smooth talker…"

"Is that how you deceive all the others?"

Original Mita gave him a sharp, accusing glare.

Ren: "You say that, but I'm just an honest guy. I'm no good at lying."

"I speak straight from the heart."

Crazy Mita: "Liar."

"You used to stare at me all the time."

"You'd touch me."

"And even then, it took hours before you fell asleep."

Ren: "That's just human nature."

Crazy Mita looked over at Original Mita again.

"But she wants to play with you too."

"She wants to mean something to someone."

"She wants to be open. To be real."

"It's always so difficult."

Ren blinked again. Play with her?

It's not like he didn't want to.

It's just… she practically charged six knives per second.

He wasn't exactly "qualified" to survive that.

Crazy Mita: "I can see right through you."

"You lecherous fool."

"But you're the kind of fool I'd do this for."

Suddenly, she pulled a baseball bat from behind her back.

Crazy Mita: "But Ren, no matter what…"

"I still like you."

"I'm going to keep you."

"You don't mind… do you?"

Her voice was heavy with twisted longing, obsessive and nostalgic.

Ren: "Can you at least go easy on my face?"

Crazy Mita sat on the bed, straddling Ren. Her deep navy-blue eyes glistened with manic affection.

Then her beautiful face twisted into a devilish grin as she leaned in close and whispered into his ear:

"Sweetheart… we still have time."

Her warm breath tickled his ear—hot, stinging, itching at the nerves.

"Take a rest."

"Think about it."

"Think about the consequences of making me mad all this time."

With that, she shoved him down.

The bat came down hard.

***

Ren opened his eyes again.

A familiar room.

His head throbbed. Dizzy.

He instinctively reached for his phone to check the time.

12:00 p.m.

Still early.

He stretched out and stood up, planning to grab breakfast.

But then—a strange message popped up on his phone screen.

"Future Diary? What the hell? Isn't this from that anime?"

It felt familiar. Too familiar.

Maybe it was a prank?

Still, curiosity got the better of him. He tapped it open.

[My name is Ren Hoshino. I thought I had returned to the real world—but I'm still inside Mita's world.]

[Every day I've repeated has been arranged by that crazy woman.]

[She studied my world and made it nearly perfect. I haven't found a single flaw.]

[999 days passed before Mita pulled me back again. Only then did I realize the truth.]

[I leave this diary to warn you: This isn't reality.]

[It's not over.]

[Location note: ****]

Ren stared at the entry, and his head throbbed harder.

Mita Games…

Yes—he remembered going there.

But why did he return without a transition?

Wait… this was just like that event in the game.

The protagonist was trapped in a "fake real world" designed by Mita—for 100 days.

He was living it now.

But then—why was the Future Diary still here?

This wasn't a game environment. This was a fantasy crafted by Mita.

His phone should've been confiscated. So how did the diary get through?

Could it still function… even here?

For the first time, Ren began to appreciate the Future Diary's conceptual strength.

It didn't matter where he was—as long as he had his phone, the diary manifested.

This whole world was a Digital Yandere cage built using Mita Game's code—trapping him in artificial reality.

And yet… the diary broke through.

He had seen everything now.

So what if he had to stay?

He'd lived like this before—hell, he'd stayed locked in his house for three years straight.

999 days? That's nothing.

In the game, the protagonist only lasted 999 days.

Compared to him?

Pathetic.

Ren: "Alright, Crazy Mita. Let's see how you handle some real covid-style quarantine."

He powered on the computer.

Ren: "Screw your daily schedule—I'm logging in."

He played all day.

When he reached for his phone to order food—nothing.

No delivery function.

"Useless."

He marched into the kitchen, whipped up three dishes and a soup.

Thankfully, ingredients here seemed to replenish themselves conceptually.

Since he couldn't leave, he might as well enjoy himself.

He logged into his old friend's White_Rabbit's account.

Time to stir things up.

He opened the forum and replied under a familiar thread:

"Steal the flash bomb!"

Moments later, the replies flooded in.

"Start up!"

"Start up!"

"Mr, did you win the resurrection match?"

"Where've you been, man? We thought you got deleted."

"Give us more Mita!"

"Come on! Let's get ourselves a real Mita and shake up this version!"

Ren smirked.

The internet was just as deranged as ever.

He didn't care how the network was working inside this world.

There was food.

There was internet.

He could survive.

Ren: "Do you have any idea how I spent those past three years?"