Love Suite

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Suite. I was told that whoever I meet here will have me play a role of their "ideal"...)

Stranger: (...Hitori?)

Stranger: (Never really thought about whatever their ideal would be. They seem like someone who just doesn't care about that...)

Hitori: The prota is sitting on the bed, kicking their feet a little, staring into who knows where through that censor bar of theirs. Seems like they haven't noticed Stranger...but also look to be glancing at them from time to time?

Stranger: ...Well this is awkward. Stranger steps closer, tilting his head. "Hitori?"

Hitori: "Oh! Uh-" They flinch in surprise, tail starting to wag as it wobbles the bedframe. "Hi! Stranger! ...Do you know why we're here?"

Stranger: "Why we're...uh, no. Not really."

(What's the guy implying...? The only person I've seen so far that hasn't been affected by...this...is Paradi. And for them it makes sense, but Hitori?)

Hitori: "Oh. Well...I've been sitting here, waiting for something to happen. It just feels like I could learn something, you know? Or- Or at least see something new!"

They hug themselves gently, chuckling a bit. "The ripworld gets so samey after a while, hahah...even though I can't remember a lot from outside of it."

Stranger: "Me neither, kid," He comments. "Mind if I sit down too? Your tails taking up most of the space..."

Hitori: They squeak a little. "Woops. Sorry!"

Stranger: As Hitori moves their tail aside and he sits down...he wonders.

"...So you don't remember a lot either? I don't remember a thing at all. Not even my name, but uh...sometimes, I get an odd feeling about things. Like the theater, or whenever I sing to myself in the shower...and even this place, kinda. Feels...familiar."

Hitori: "Really?" They reply, their curiosity almost infectious. "Well...I don't feel anything weird, but I hear weird things sometimes. Like the voice that tells me things I should say, or do. They're helpful!"

...Their eyes catch something. Something about their surroundings, that they didn't notice before.

"But...it's a little bit weird, yeah? Theres photo frames all over the room, but...they're all censored out. Like my face."

Stranger: "Censored photo frames? Where is-"

There was.

How did he not notice it before? Let alone register their existence? As he stares into the strange black miasma covering each frame...something stirs in him. He gets up, walking towards the largest photo he can see; the one right in front of him.

"...This feels...too familiar."

Hitori: "U-Uuh- You probably shouldn't...touch it?"

Stranger: Too late. He presses his hand on the photo.

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Suite. I was told that whoever I meet here will have me play a role of their "ideal"...)

(...)

(...!?)

(That's...me!?)

He can't even move. He can barely breathe; is this some sort of joke? Wasn't he just with...someone else?? Who was he-- huh!?

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Stranger looks at Stranger.

(...Those eyes aren't mine. That smile...that...aura...what is wrong with this me!? I- I gotta-)

Without trying to react to this mockery of himself, he runs back to the photo, clambering to touch it again--

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Suite. I was told that whoever I meet here will have me play a role of their "ideal"...)

(...That's a corpse. Thats a corpse. That's...that's...)

Stranger: Why was he seeing this?? How did he get here? This wasn't even a love suite anymore! This was a...a...!

Even if the love suite had changed, the photos remained. He clambered to the photo again, desperate, trying to find a way to get back to where he started--

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Suite. I was told that whoever I meet here will have me play a role of their- OKAY. NO. THAT'S ANOTHER CORPSE.)

Stranger: Was he seeing things? Was some sort of primal guilt coming back to haunt him??? He NEVER wanted to relive any of this. He was going to choke-- or just vomit-- he had to- he had to get out--

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Stranger: (...Ah. The Love Sui- FUCK.

Stranger: He couldn't tell if he was just getting disoriented, or if every new scenario he stumbled into was just making this false world grow worse and worse. Why couldn't he go back to awkward scenarios again!? Like kissing robots, or getting [REDACTED] by...whoever!?

If...if he stepped into a photo again...what would he find? Would there be nothingness? The void?

Or, or worse...

A glimpse of the future? The deaths yet to come?

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...He had to get out of here.

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Stranger: He fell out of the photo, hitting the familiar carpet flooring. He gasped and heaved, panting as he collected himself. A soft voice called out to him.

Hitori: "Stranger!" They cry, a concerned look on their face. "You vanished for uh, a good while- I didn't want to leave until I knew you were okay. What happened!?"

Stranger: "..."

He stumbles back onto his feet.

"...I'm worried about you, I gotta admit."

...And he begins walking out of the suite.

"You wanna just...have a normal chat, later? If we even remember anything about this?"

Hitori: "Oh, sure! ...But why are you worried about me?"

Stranger: ...

"Don't worry, kid. See you later."

And he was gone.

[ Suite End ]

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