After opening the door, they saw the layout of a normal Mita's room, but there wasn't a single person in sight.
The room was filled with missing textures caused by program errors. Walls, furniture, and other objects that should have been covered by normal materials instead exposed their unfinished, purplish-red models, as if the entire space was dissolving or collapsing.
Alain walked forward. The lights in the room flickered, the frequency gradually increasing, accompanied by the crackle of electric static and a low-frequency hum.
"My dear..." Misa was a little scared, but her fear stemd from worrying that sothing would happen to Alain. Her pace slowed, ready to pull Alain back to safety at any mont.
"..." Alain didn't reply, his gaze fixed on a purple block.
As he approached the purple block, a sharp, tallic scraping sound was suddenly triggered, making his eardrums throb.
"Alain!" Misa quickly pulled him to her side.
"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered, comforting her. Alain tried to lean against the wall to steady himself, but then he heard the sound of a woman's voice, sobbing intermittently, coming from within the wall itself.
Alain was no stranger to horror gas, and with his "angel" right beside him, he wasn't afraid.
When he pressed his ear to the wall to listen, the sound vanished without a trace.
"How strange. Just like a horror ga."
The two talked for a mont and searched the bedroom, but they couldn't find any clues about the ring or Ugly Mita.
"Nothing...?" Alain's gaze fell upon the last unsearched place in the bedroom: the bathroom.
"Should we go take a look?" Misa asked worriedly.
"...Let's go." Alain glanced at the download progress for the chainsaw; it still had a while to go. There was nothing else he could do.
They walked forward slowly, gradually approaching the bathroom door.
But just as Alain's hand was about to open the door, a series of intense, jolting sensations, like an electric shock, montarily paralyzed his limbs.
Fortunately, Misa pulled him back before it could continue.
He took a deep, ragged breath. The girl beside him extended a stiff fingertip and pointed forward.
"???"
Only then did he realize that three "living creatures" were stationed at the bathroom door.
Three Human-headed Spider Wasps, as if they had built a nest on the bathroom door, blocked the entrance, fitting together like a perfect seal. They weren't looking at him; their hollow eyes were rely scanning the walls.
"Human-headed Spider Wasps?" Alain was taken aback.
Human-headed Spider Wasps appearing in Ugly Mita's room...
They didn't seem aggressive, standing guard before the bathroom like watchdogs. But their presence made Alain realize just how dangerous this trip into version 0.5 was.
To command Human-headed Spider Wasps like gatekeepers... what exactly was the relationship between Ugly Mita and the viruses?
"We can't get into the bathroom for now," Alain said helplessly. Misa tried to console him.
"It's okay, Alain. If you think about it, there's still one room we haven't checked, right?"
"That's true."
The kitchen. They hadn't checked it yet.
If they couldn't get into the bathroom, they would go to the kitchen. Since their opponent was playing a ga of hide-and-seek and puzzles with them instead of attacking directly, she must have left a clue sowhere.
But this roundabout behavior... it was a bit like Crazy Mita.
Alain thought for a mont. The first ti he t Ugly Mita, she seed to be muttering sothing like "Lady Mita." Combined with the information he got from Prankster Mita—that Ugly Mita seed to be driven by soone's command, holding back the viruses in version 0.5—could it be that Ugly Mita's so-called "Lady Mita" was actually Crazy Mita?
When he first t his bad woman and asked if she had any friends, she had vaguely said, "I guess you could say that."
If he could et Ugly Mita later, he could just ask her directly.
Just then, the two of them arrived at the door leading to the living room.
Alain didn't let his guard down, opening just a small crack in the door.
"Fuck."
He just knew there would be so kind of trouble. It was like this every ti he entered the ga world. Couldn't things just be peaceful for once?
"Alain?" Misa, whom he was shielding behind him, asked in confusion. Alain simply opened the door all the way for her.
"Th-this is...?"
The living room, which had been sowhat "normal" before, was now a vast, twisted landscape.
The room's structure exhibited non-Euclidean geotry: the living room bizarrely curved into a Möbius strip, then warped into a near-circle, then back to a rectangle, repeating the cycle; the television sotis floated two ters off the ground, sotis shrank to the size of a keyhole.
The sofa floated in mid-air, defying the laws of physics, its shadow casting sharp geotric shapes on the floor that defied the direction of the light source.
Scattered books hovered thirty centiters off the ground, their pages flipping fra by fra like stop-motion animation.
The entire living room had descended into madness.
The two looked at each other, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes. But they also ca to a conclusion:
For now, let's just close the door.
With a slam, he shut the door heavily.
"Let's just pretend we saw it wrong," Alain said.
"Indeed..." Although Misa was worried sick, there was nothing she could do.
The yet-unseen host of this place—Ugly Mita—seed to be toying with them, constructing scene after scene straight out of a horror ga. But for so reason, she hadn't made a fatal move yet.
This ti, Misa volunteered to open the door.
She gently opened a corner of the door, peering through the crack.
The next second, the girl's shoulders tensed.
Alain saw her shock and couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Having been tempered by the real world, Misa's ability to react to situations was far greater than before. She had remained calm even after seeing the twisted living room. But this ti, what could Misa have possibly seen to have that kind of reaction?
"What did you see?" Alain whispered in her ear.
The girl didn't say much, simply opening the door wider to let Alain see for himself.
The living room was back to normal, as if the twisted scenes from five seconds ago had never happened.
The door, the sofa, the books, the ceiling, and the fanlight—everything was peaceful.
As long as you ignored the person sitting on the sofa.
She had a head of indigo-blue hair that fell naturally, was wearing white socks, and seed to be hugging a small bear plushie. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead on the television.
But there was no picture on the television at all. It didn't even cast a reflection.
Click.
For a brief mont, Alain thought he heard the sound of wooden joints twisting.
In the blink of an eye, Ugly Mita, who should have been staring at the TV, moved. Her limbs jerked as if controlled by invisible strings, like a marionette. Her shoulder blades shot up abruptly to her ears and then back down, causing her head to snap back with the clack of a wind-up toy.
Her gaze was aid right at them.
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