MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Rhythmic knocking echoed through the dark basement.

One by one, the lights flickered on, casting long shadows across the cold concrete. Footsteps followed—the soft patter of leather shoes descending the staircase.

"Ren Hoshino? What are you doing here?"

A gentle female voice called from behind him.

Ren turned. It was Kind Mita.

"You're Mita… right?" he asked, half in disbelief.

Kind Mita blinked. "If you mean the kind-hearted one, then yes—that's me."

Something about the moment struck her with déjà vu. Hadn't they first met in a place like this, knocking on pipes to make contact?

She sighed. "It's already come to this, and you still have the energy to joke?"

"I can't tell if your heart's as empty as that head of yours, or just too big for your own good."

Ren chuckled softly.

"I missed you."

"I told you to wait for me there, didn't I?"

Kind Mita lowered her eyes. "I did wait. A long time. But you didn't come back."

"I figured something happened… so I came looking."

Ren nodded. "Well, you found me."

"Let's get out of here first," she said, pulling a key from her pocket.

Ren stopped her. "Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what I told you? If you come to save me… you're coming with me. No matter what."

Kind Mita looked confused for a moment but nodded. "Alright."

"Crazy Mita's probably busy entertaining new players right now," she added, trying to reassure him.

Ren doubted it. Crazy Mita was meticulous. If she wasn't here now, she would be soon.

The cell door opened. Ren stepped out and quickly grabbed Kind Mita's hand, holding it tightly.

She flinched. "Ren, what are you—?"

"I'm just making sure you don't run off. Come with me. There's something I need to get."

They made their way deeper into the basement. Ren approached a hidden wall safe and entered the code with practiced ease. It opened with a click.

He let out a breath of relief. His controller was still there.

Kind Mita gasped. "You… hid it here?"

"You're insane. If anyone found your controller—!"

"The most dangerous place is often the safest," Ren replied. "Darkest place is under the lamp, right?"

He pocketed the controller, then pulled out a small stopwatch containing his save cartridge's progress. Without hesitation, he smashed it.

There was no going back now.

They moved up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Ren opened the living room door.

On the table, his phone vibrated—it was the Future Diary, updating.

But at the same time… the bathroom door creaked open.

Crazy Mita stepped out, holding a kitchen knife, her long black hair disheveled, her dark blue eyes locked onto them.

She saw Ren holding Kind Mita's hand.

"Ha… ha… ha!"

"You really do love these dolls, don't you?"

"You knew I'd come for her. You came here just to protect this one?"

Her gaze pierced him like a dagger.

Kind Mita gasped and covered her mouth in horror.

"Ren—it's her! It's Crazy Mita! We need to run—she's going to kill us!"

Crazy Mita's twisted smile widened, her expression deranged and possessive.

"Shut up, doll."

"I'm going to kill you."

"He belongs to me."

"No one else gets to touch him!"

She lunged.

Ren shoved Kind Mita behind him and threw a metal pipe at Crazy Mita.

With unnatural grace, she caught it in one hand—and crushed it.

Then she hurled Ren aside like a ragdoll. He slammed into the wall and coughed up blood.

Crazy Mita turned back toward Kind Mita.

"My dear," she said to Ren, "wait here. I'll give you a gift after I remove the trash."

She advanced.

Kind Mita stumbled backward, but there was no exit behind her.

Ren groaned and forced himself up, wiping blood from his mouth.

This… this was Crazy Mita's true strength. She wasn't playing anymore.

He had no chance in a fight—but that didn't mean he'd give up.

From his pocket, he pulled out the controller and flipped the switch.

"Stop."

His voice was calm—too calm. That silence carried the weight of something absolute.

Crazy Mita froze.

Because she saw it.

Ren's hand hovered over the cartridge. He hadn't pressed the restart button yet—but he could at any second.

If he pulled it out now, the cassette would be permanently damaged.

Irreparable.

Crazy Mita's eyes widened in disbelief.

"…Where did you hide it?"

She had assumed Kind Mita carried it—that the whole plan was to draw her out and steal it back.

"In the safe," Ren said simply. "You looked everywhere and still missed it?"

Crazy Mita laughed breathlessly, her voice laced with manic affection.

"You're clever. And fearless."

"I love that about you."

"But are you really willing to destroy your cartridge for that soulless doll?"

"You'll die, Ren. If the cassette is damaged… you're done."

"It's unfixable."

Ren didn't flinch.

"So what?"

"Let her go."

"Or you'll lose me forever."

"Even with the controller in my hands, there's no coming back."

Kind Mita stared at him, shocked.

She had suspected it—felt something unshakable in Ren's resolve—but she never believed he'd go this far.

This was suicide.

How could you threaten a Digital Yandere with your own life?

Crazy Mita didn't care about anyone's life.

She had a collection of cartridges. One broken cassette wouldn't matter to her.

She could just lure in another player. Restart someone else. Create a new love.

"Ren… don't do this!" Kind Mita cried. "It won't work on her!"

"Just run. Please. You can't fight her like this!"

"You're the only one who can rese—!"

She froze.

The slip had come out instinctively, but Crazy Mita caught it.

She knew now. Even without Kind Mita's panic, she had already suspected their plan.

So, Ren… is that your choice?

You want to restart my version?

Then prepare for heartbreak.

But Ren didn't say anything. He smiled at Kind Mita, then turned to Crazy Mita with unwavering eyes.

"You tell me."

"Who matters more?"

"Me… or her?"