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Well then, , I suppose it's time to begin...

How did this happen again...?

It all started with that letter...

...The one from her.

'Dear ,

The holidays are coming up, and the Mod Komaedas said you're invited to join us for this special day!

'We're going to have a blast for Valentine's Day, so I hope you'll consider joining us this year.

Love, Mod Ibuki! ♥'

On second thought, maybe I should've said no.

...

—No. She's my friend.

I have to support her! Even if this is what she's doing with her life now.

I haven’t heard from her since... that cold January morning.

January the 9th, 2017, I think it was. 10:33AM.

Right. I can't just stand out here forever.

> Knock on door
> Ring doorbell

You gingerly knock on the door.

> Continue

You hesitantly reach out and ring the doorbell.

> Continue

Mod 13: Oh, a visitor! You must be Ibuki's friend, right?

, hm? What a lovely name!

Mod 13: My name is Mod 13, but you can call me Komaeda!

Mod Ibuki: They're staying here for the holidays, so why don't you show them around, Komaeda?

Mod 13: Of course! Right this way.

You follow Mod 13 inside. There's a gathering of Mod Komaedas in the kitchen. They seem to be preparing for the holidays.

Mod 43: ...Oh. What's that зверь?

Mod 13: I don't know what you just said, but please don't be rude to Mod Ibuki's guest...

Mod 43: Right.

Dearest Mod Ibuki, what is that creature you have brought with you?

Mod Ibuki: Mod Komaeda 43...

This is my friend, ! They're spending Valentine's Day with us this year.

Mod Ibuki: I thought it would be nice for you all to spend some time with Komaedalings instead of only talking to other mods and working all the time.

Mod 12: Hey, dumbass.

You know you're not supposed to microwave aluminum foil, right?

...Is he talking to me?

"Huh? Is that a joke?"

Mod 12: Why are you microwaving that in the first place? That goes in the oven.

Mod 16: Well, I need to heat it up somehow...

Mod 12: That is what the oven is for. The microwave is actually for freezing things.

Mod 19: Uh, here, let me help you out with that, 16...

Mod 12: Oh, , you're the Komaedaling that Mod Ibuki brought, aren't you?

I kind of thought you'd be more... well...

Mod 16: Wow, a Komaedaling...?! I never thought Gromaeda would let one in the house...

Mod 16: I... I'm so excited... *heaving*

I promise I'll behave myself while they're here... I promise...

Mod 19: Heh, a Komaedaling, huh?... Never thought I'd see the day.

Well, if you ever need anything, ol' 19 is here for you.

He smirks ostentatiously and pushes his glasses up with his index and middle finger. It's rather... unnatural.

Mod 19: I might not have met a Komaedaling in PERSON before, but I know all sorts of things about your Komaedaling ways.

Mod 43: I wish the punishment kennel was still a thing.

Mod 12: For once, I agree with you.

Mod 43: Of course you would, you'd be the first one inside.

Mod 33: ghjgb.m, amm i intturrupointg..

Mod Ibuki: Mod 33! I'm glad you made it! This is my Komaedaling friend, .

Mod 33: ? uumhmm..nnie to meet you,, iill leaave the room so youu dont hhave tolook at mee anymore..,

Mod 428: ? is that your name?

Mod 428: ...so it really is you.

Mod 428: it's been awhile, hasn't it? i haven't heard from you on my clown phone recently.

Mod 428: but it's good to see you're doing well.

Mod 428: we can catch up later.

Mod 1: I found one.

Mod 1 joins the gathering in the kitchen, dragging another mod in by their jacket hood.

Mod 200: Um... You're... Y-you're a Komaedaling, right?

> Yes
> No

Mod 200: You... guess?

Mod 200 is shifting around uncomfortably.

"The proper term is 'human'... but I guess Mod Komaedas call us Komaedalings, right?"

Mod 200: Oh... right. Right!

Well, then you're fine. You're fine.

As opposed to...?

> Pretend this was never brought up and continue

Mod 19: Technically speaking, Komaedalings are young Mod Komaedas, 200. So is just a person.

Mod 12: They're a Komaedaling.

Mod 19: Technically speaking, th-

Mod 200: Just a person... Well then, that's fine.

...Right. It's fine! No worries!

"Just a person," as opposed to...?

> Pretend you didn't hear that last part and continue

Mod 1: I'm Mod 1.

"It's nice to meet you, Mod 1."

Mod 18: O-oh, sorry! I didn't realize we had a guest over!

Uwahhhhh, I'm not too late, am I...?

Mod Ibuki: Of course not, Mod 18! Why don't you introduce yourself?

Mod 18: Ufufu... this is that Komaedaling friend of yours, right?

I think I'll have plenty of time to get acquainted with them, no need for an introduction...~

That's either really bold or really freakish of this Mod to say...

Mod 13: That's everyone, isn't it?

Oh, it's so wonderful to be reunited again! Just like the good old days.

Mod 43: We should've killed you instead of 24.

Mod Ibuki: Hey, guyyyssss~ I know I mentioned it before, but will be spending the whole Valentine's Day with us, so please be nice to them, okay?

Mod Ibuki: Getting along with Komaedalings is a part of your job, too, y'know... Kind of.

Even though this is a vacation!

Mod Ibuki: Ohmigosh, , this is gonna be so fun! We get to bunk together, too!

"I call the bottom bunk!"

Mod Ibuki: It's all yours! We should start unpacking, and—

Ibuki's phone rings.

Mod Ibuki: It's Ibuki. Hellooo?

Mod Ibuki: ...

...

Mod Ibuki: Wait, THIS week? For reals?

Mod Ibuki: ...

...

Mod Ibuki: WHAAAAAAT?! I thought it was due next week!!!

Mod Ibuki: ...

...

Mod Ibuki: Oh gosh...

Awwwwww, you're right... yeah, I really need a good grade...

Mod Ibuki: Well, see you soon... I guess. :(

How did she do that out loud?

Mod Ibuki: , I have bad news... Um, you know that huge history project I had due next week?

Well, next week is this week, not next week, not even the week afterwards, not even last week...

Mod Ibuki: So... I have to go work on it with my group members as soon as I can.

> That's okay!
> That's too bad...

"No worries, Buki! You should get working on it as soon as you can."

Mod Ibuki: This sucksss... But I totally need to do good on this, it's 20% of my grade excluding finals!

> Yeah...

"Aw, that's too bad..."

Mod Ibuki: It's okay... Not my ideal Valentine's Day, but maybe I'll let myself gorge on chocolates if I work hard and get a good grade on it!

> Yeah...

Mod Ibuki: You can still have fun without me though, okay? The mods can be really cool to hang out with!

Mod 13: Of course! I'll make sure has a splendid time in your stead, Ibuki.

Mod Ibuki: Thanks, Komaeda... Oh, but , you should probably figure out who you're rooming with tonight since I'll be gone.

Mod Ibuki: I gotta head out now. Have fun, everyone!!

Ibuki ran off in a hurry... and now it's just me and the Mods. I feel a bit like an outsider, but maybe I'll get used to it...

I guess I should decide who I'll share a room with tonight.

> Let's go

I'll share a room with...

Mod 1
Mod 12
Mod 13
Mod 16
Mod 18
Mod 19
Mod 33
Mod 43
Mod 200
Mod 428

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Check back when the expansion pack has been released!

> Return

Mod 1's room is...

Plain. Is that dirt in the corner?

One bed on the left side, one bed on the right side.

It's hard to see in here with only one lightbulb.

Mod 1: I have work tomorrow. Do you mind if I turn the lights off now?

> I don't mind.
> I mind.

Mod 1: You should find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

BAD END: It's not really a bad end he's a good guy i promise he just needs to go to bed early for work

> Return

Mod 1 turns off the lights and lays on top of his bedsheets.

Mod 1: ... ...

> What's work like?
> Do you like your job?

Mod 1: It's fine.

You know he wants to sleep... but you're still full of energy.

Mod 1: But I'm not very good at talking.

Mod 1: Usually I work in silence with my boss all day.

> Your boss doesn't let you talk?
> What do you work as?

You know he wants to sleep... but you're still full of energy.

Mod 1: But I'm not very good at talking.

Mod 1: Usually I work in silence with my boss all day.

> Your boss doesn't let you talk?
> What do you work as?

Mod 1: No, he just doesn't want to force me to speak.

Mod 1: He knows I don't have anything to say.

> I see.

Mod 1: Yes.

> I see.

Maybe you're asking the wrong questions.

"How come you are Mod 1?"

Mod 1: I don't understand the question.

Mod 1: That's what I've always been.

"Do you like being Mod 1?"

Mod 1: I don't have any strong feelings for or against it.

Mod 1: ... ... ...

Mod 1: ...I wonder what my boss thinks about it.

Mod 1: I have to sleep.

Mod 1: I have work soon.

Mod 1: ... ... ...

The ceiling in this room feels so far away.

Mod 1: ... ... ... ...

"Is this the first time you're sleeping with someone?

Mod 1: I left this room a long time ago. When I was still here, sometimes other mods would come in and sleep on that bed when they were scared, so I learnt to always keep it clean, just in case.

Mod 1: ...But I live alone now.

Mod 1: Sometimes my boss comes to visit.

Mod 1: ... ... ...

Mod 1: ...I wish... my boss could have come here too.

Mod 1: Have you ever wondered if what you were doing was right.

Mod 1: I'll ask my boss about it... next time we meet.

Mod 1: ... ... ...

Mod 1: ... ... ... ...

Mod 1: ...Thank you for choosing me.

...Out of nowhere, you're so tired.

Fatigue gets the better of you and you're soon asleep.

It's definitely a dreamless night.

Huh... Mod 1's bed is empty. He must've already gone to work.

No wonder he didn't wake you up to say goodbye... You must have really annoyed him last night.

Wha— What's this...?!

There's a note on it.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

He must've left this... Suddenly... my body feels one million times lighter... I'm so happy!!

GOOD END: LOVE MAIL

> Return

This is... Mod 13's room? It looks a lot different than you'd expect, even if this is a KLM Mod.

There's a half-finished wireframe sculpture, being built with what you can only hope is a very convincing substitute for raw meat, and a magazine collage of a human face on a bulletin board.

At the very least, it smells pleasant, like honey and lavender. So you guess that means the meat isn't real... hopefully.

Mod 13: Oh, , you want to share a room with me? I'm honored... I'll make it worth your while, promise!

Mod 13: Even though you're the last human in this building...

> That's it, freak, I'm leaving...
> What does that mean?
> Aren't you human, too?

Mod 13: Oh, sorry. It was a joke.

> ...
> Haha.

Mod 13: It means you're the last human in this building.

Mod 13: A beating heart. A cognizant and sentient brain ruled by self-determination and self-interest. Legs that can run. Hair that can grow. Skin that can be sheared off, and grow back.

Mod 13: A short-lived creation meant to live only as long as this universe sees fit. A beautiful creature that fights for its life at every step, creating as much blood as possible, breathing as much oxygen as possible.

Mod 13: That's what a human is, isn't it?

> Oh, yeah. I guess.
> I thought I was a Komaedaling.
> Aren't you human, too?

Mod 13: That's what a human is.

> Oh. Okay.

Mod 13: No. I'm not a human. I'm Mod Komaeda 13.

Mod 13: But you can just call me Komaeda!

> Right...

Mod 13: Hey, do you want to know a secret?

> Not really
> Sure, why not

Mod 13: I think the human body is pretty neat. You think so, too, don't you, ?

I'm making a sculpture of it right now, actually.

That's what that is? How... reassuring.

Mod 13: But the secret is... well, I have two secrets, if that's okay?

Mod 13: Ah, I'm grateful...

Mod 13: The first secret is, Mod Ibuki is a human.

Mod 13: The second secret is that I don't know if she's a moderator or not.

> She's a human
> She's a moderator

Mod 13: Is she? I guess that explains it, then.

Mod 13 falls silent for a moment.

...Is he trying to hint at something? It's kind of weirding you out.

Mod 13: If it's alright with you, ... Could you, um...

Mod 13: ...It's Komaeda.

You can call me Komaeda. Let's try that again.

...Really? Why's he pushing to be called that so hard? Whatever, you guess...

"Okay... Komaeda. What did you want?"

Mod 13: Oh, well I... I was wondering if you could share a secret with me, as well, .

"Um, exactly what kind of secret?"

Mod 13: Do you think... Do you think that... I could become hu—

He stops mid sentence. The silence weighs heavily on you once more.

Mod 13: Whoa, you really thought I was serious! Haha.

This guy is definitely on another level...

Mod 13: Maybe we should get to bed. It's been a long day for you, hasn't it?

Mod 13: You can have whichever bed you like. I'll turn off the lights so we can get some sleep...

Mod 13, or you guess, Komaeda reaches over to the lamp and turns out the lights. You pick the bed nearest the door and get ready to sleep.

It's definitely been a tiring day. After settling into bed, you realize how grateful you are that these mattresses are so comfy... you could sleep like a baby.

...As long as the lights are out and you can't see whatever monstrosities Mod 13 has got in here.

Suddenly, the lights flicker back on, as if to take that single joy from you.

Mod 13: Sorry, it's just... To be quite honest, , I had an actual request I wanted to ask of you...

Mod 13: I was just... um, I was wondering if...

His cheeks glow red. For the first time tonight, he's actually making an expression that isn't either ambiguous or terrifying.

Mod 13: Would it be alright... if we shared a bed? I was just wondering... how warm human flesh could be.

> Yes
> No

"That would make me happy, Mod 13."

The words came out of your mouth faster than you could process it. He might be a bit eccentric, but he's been so kind to you. Maybe he's growing on you?

...Like, in a romantic way, not in a mold or parasite kind of way. Although you bet he would think the latter options are great.

Mod 13: Really?! Oh, , that makes me happy, too! Then... then, would you stay where you are in bed for a moment?

Could it really be...? Your heart is aflutter in your chest.

Mod 13: Perfect! Just stay there awhile longer...

You wait for what seems like forever.

You wish he'd at least turn off the lights in the meantime, you feel like that collage face has been staring at you...

Mod 13: Um, could you get up now, ?

"...Huh? What do you mean?"

You sit upright. Mod 13 gestures for you to move away from where you were.

He seems... disappointed? So are you, to be honest.

Mod 13: Aren't there supposed to be... decomposition stains?

"Wh-what?! What is that supposed to mean?!"

Mod 13: Um, never mind. You can sleep in your own bed now, . Good night.

GOOD END: IBUKI'S BLIND DATE

> Return

Mod 13: Sorry, didn't mean to weird you out. I guess you Komaedalings can be quite different from us...

Mod 13: So then, , what kind of movies do you like? Maybe we could watch some for fun.

> Comedy
> Horror
> Romance

Mod 13: Oh, I know just the movie! Wait here...

Mod 13 pulls out a large bin filled with VCRs and puts one in the VCR player. It's kind of endearing, still using VCRs in this day and age...

Actually, it's nauseating.

Before the previews have even finished, Mod 13 seems to have dozed off...

Apparently, Cheaper by the Dozen is the movie he chose. Not really what you had in mind, but you don't want to wake him up now.

You try to fall asleep, but are instead tormented by Steve Martin cracking numbskull jokes for the next 106 minutes.

You are loathe to say, maybe you even laughed at one or two. But that's it, time for bed...

Wait, is Mod 13 awake? He's putting in another movie.

Maybe it's a more relaxing one and you can get some shut-eye... surely, since he dozed off not long after.

But... this is Cheaper by the Dozen 2.

You didn't get any sleep that night. Instead, you watched Cheaper by the Dozen and Cheaper by the Dozen 2.

BAD END: CHEAPER BY THE BATCH

> Return

Mod 16's room has a stale, musty, smoky smell. Not an offensive odor, but it isn't very welcoming. It's really stuffy too, like it desperately needs to be aired out with an open window.

He has some... interesting posters along the walls.

What's with that pile of pillows doing in the corner? There isn't even a bed in sight.

Wait, the white shag pillow in that pile is... trembling?

Mod 16: SORRY!!

I was just taking a nap—

Mod 16: Oh! You're...

Mod 16: The Komaedaling guest?

I... Hello...

He's staring at you with a glassy eyed, vacant expression.

Mod 16: You're... You're going to room with me? Sorry, I was taking a nap in my nest—

Mod 16: —Erm, bed.

(Stupid, stupid... I shouldn't call it my "nest" in front of people, no one likes it when I act like a stupid bastard rat idiot...)

You aren't sure if he knows he's speaking out loud... He's muttering, but seemingly just doesn't understand how to control his own volume.

Getting a good look at this Komaeda, he has shifty eyes and a constipated smile. He doesn't seem dangerous or anything, but he reeks of insecure desperation.

Even if he does sleep in a nest like a rodent... It wouldn't be so bad to give him a chance.

Mod 16: So um, just so you know, it's okay if you change your mind about rooming with me...

Mod 16: I have a tendency to act like a stupid fat gay dumbass with no friends. I wouldn't want your stay here to be a pain.

> You seem like a fine Komaeda to me
> No need to be so nervous, don't worry too much

"I like you fine so far."

Mod 16: Um... I...

He promptly cuts off the small talk and just stares at you (or maybe past you?), his eyes glassy and unblinking.

Mod 16: ..........

Hey um, do you like art? I mean, like cartoon drawings?

You nod in response.

Mod 16: And... ... H-Have you...

Mod 16: Have you heard of... furries?

> Yes
> No

Mod 16: OH! Well...

Mod 16 went on to excitedly explain furries to you, but let's be honest.

You already know what furries are.

Don't lie to Komaeda Love Mail.

Mod 16: Ahhhh I'm so sorry, I rambled and probably just confused you...

Mod 16: Did that make any sense? Did I help you understand what furries are?

> Yes
> No

Mod 16: I don't want to bore you forever... maybe we can look at Wikifur together later.

> Alright...

Mod 16: I know I just met you.... But I really feel like I can open up to you.

Mod 16: If you're alright with it... I'd like you to see my fursona.

He pulls a piece of notebook paper out of his pocket and hands it to you.

> Look at the drawing

Mod 16: So um...

Mod 16: What do you think of it?

> It's alright...
> This is... Beautiful.
> It's disgusting.

Mod 16: Ah, um...

Mod 16: Do you maybe mean that in a good way? Uh, I don't mean to be a bother but... I really want to know if you like it, without any ambiguity.

Mod 16: What do you think of it?

> Don't worry, I really do think it's good!
> I'm nauseated

"Mod 16, I don't think I can express how disgusting you are for being a furry. I hate your ugly fursona. I hate that you genuinely thought I would want to see this."

"I honestly don't like you enough to want to even try to humor you. Clearly I've made the wrong choice of roommate. I legitimately don't even want to look at you."

Mod 16: This is...

Ah...

Mod 16: I-I see. I'm s-sorry for showing this to you.

You leave the room, hearing ugly choking sobs behind you as you go.

Many of the mods look somewhat uncomfortable after hearing you clearly yell at 16.

BAD END: FURRYPHOBE

> Return

"This is very cute, 16... I'm so glad you showed me your fursona, and I'm glad you opened up to me."

Mod 16: ... That makes me feel... so happy...

Before now, Mod 19 was the only one here who I could talk to about this...

Mod 16: Mod 12 tolerated it, but never let me speak of it. Knowing you really understand me, and don't call me a "freak" or a "dirty rat" or a "stupid gay bitch"... I'm a bit overwhelmed.

Mod 16: Would you... maybe...

He wrings his hands nervously.

Mod 16: ...Come to a furry rave with me?

> Hell yes

Mod 16: , you've made me the happiest little rat in the world...

Mod 16: I'll go get dressed!

Mod 16 hurriedly gets ready. He's grabbing flashy, apparently rave-appropriate clothing and accessories from the small dresser near his pillow nest, and runs to another room to get changed.

He's moving in a strange, jittery way; with a jerking gait and twitching limbs.

You have to admit to yourself, honestly, you're feeling pretty nervous about agreeing to this... You've never done this kind of thing before and you said yes without even thinking! But 16 looks so happy...

You look over at the dresser he just rummaged through, and the scented candle and incense resting on top catch your eye.

While it doesn't smell terrible in here, it is very stale and stuffy. On the opposite wall there's a window...

It might be nice to open up that window and light up the incense and candle.

> Sure, that does sound nice.
> Nah, it's fine.

You walk over to the window intending to open it just a crack, but no matter how hard you pull on it, it won't open. You settle for leaving the door ajar.

It doesn't bring in as much fresh air as an open window would. But, oh well. You can still freshen up the room.

Conveniently enough, a lighter is sitting on the window ledge, and you walk back over to the dresser with it in hand.

The incense and candle are both rose scented. When you light them both you immediately feel more at-ease, and can actually appreciate the atmosphere and even the decorations of Mod 16's room.

Out of the corner of your eye you see that the drawer is slightly open, and inside, next to some sloppily folded clothing, is a dusty notebook.

You had seen a different notebook on the floor, which you assume 16 uses more. This one could have old drawings of his... or it could even be a diary.

Will you read it?

> No way, that's none of my business
> Oh god, I can't not look

Dust coats your fingertips when you pick it up. You guess he has such a small amount of clothing in that drawer that it's been able to remain untouched for quite awhile.

You aren't sure if you just got too much insight, or not enough.

You put it back and close the drawer just in time for Mod 16 not to see when he comes back.

> Continue

Mod 16: Hey , sorry I took so long—

Mod 16: Something seems different... Hmm...

Mod 16: Oh! You lit that candle Mod 12 gave me!

That's so nice of you!!

Mod 16: Are you ready to go?

You take a good look at his outfit... It's...

> Adorable
> Hideously gaudy... But I'd better not hurt his feelings

You're alone for just a few minutes before 16 comes back.

Mod 16: Hey, ! Hope I didn't take too long!

Mod 16: Are you ready to go?

You take a good look at his outfit... It's...

> Adorable
> Hideously gaudy... But I'd better not hurt his feelings

"You look great!"

This compliment makes Mod 16's smile widen, and he leads you out the door to leave.

Mod 16: Here we are at the furry rave club, .

He said it thoughtfully, so empathetically.

You have no clue how you got here, how much time has passed, or what city this is. Maybe you took a cab, fell asleep in the car ride, and were woken up very abruptly?

You decide not to bother with even asking when Mod 16 grabs your arm and pulls you along to the entrance. He pays for the tickets inside upfront, at 69$ apiece.

When you take a good look around, squinting against painfully bright flashing lights, you see that this club must be pretty popular.

You can't tell exactly how big the room is through a sea of strangely dressed people jumping around and waving glowsticks in the air.

The music playing has a powerful bass that overpowers the song. You can feel the deep rumbling bass rattle your chest. It's making you feel slightly nauseous.

You notice that something on the other side of the room caught Mod 16's attention. He tilts his head, and his hair tendrils sway unsettlingly with his jerky movements.

Mod 16: Hey, , I'll be right back. You'll be okay without me for a second, right?

> Yeah, go ahead!
> Um... I dunno... could I go with you?

Before you can vocalize your answer, he's already run off.

When you look to see where he's gone, you see that he's headed towards what looks like a group of 20-somethings smoking cigarettes.

At first you think, "that's weird, I can't think of any places that still allow indoor smoking," but you guess this place just has lax security.

That thought makes you a bit more nervous.

You take this opportunity to take a better look at the crowd, and can see that a sizable portion of the attendees are in animal costumes of all kinds.

Dogs, horses, dragons, and a shark... dog... velociraptor... thing? You think? You assume it's some kind of hybrid creature.

It's been, what, 15 minutes now that you've been waiting for Mod 16? Maybe more?

You bought an overpriced soda from a vending machine near the entrance and have been sipping at it anxiously.

In an attempt to pass the time and relax, you tried to get into the music, and it almost worked at first... But...

You're seriously thinking you should go find him. At this point you're bored, freaked out, and don't even really know if he can defend himself.

Huh?

You suddenly see Mod 16 stumbling past other club-goers to get out of a crowd.

He barrels straight towards you with a wobbling gait.

He's swaying weirdly like he's trying to find his balance, and you grab his shoulder to hold him steady.

He looks pretty exhausted.

> Leave him here
> Walk him out

He stumbles again when you release his shoulder, this time falling over and crumpling to the ground.

You turn to leave, irritated about this night being such a waste of time.

You look back over your shoulder just once before exiting the building, and can see Mod 16 visibly sobbing while someone in a fox costume gives him a comforting hug.

BAD END: THE FINAL BASS DROP

> Return

You wrap your arm along his back to keep him steady and lead him out.

You guess that he overexerted himself with all the intense lights and sounds of the club, along with running around and getting lost.

You don't imagine he gets out much...

"Come on 16, let's get you some fresh air."

He doesn't protest, he just smiles weakly and lets you guide him.

Mod 16: I'm so sorry... I...

He seems to need a minute to collect his thoughts, and he might be struggling to speak clearly.

Mod 16: I'm so stupid... I really meant to be right back, but I went and fell down the K-hole, then it was so dark and crowded I lost you.

Komaeda hole?

Mod 16: Can you ever forgive me for leaving you all alone and getting lost after dragging you here in the first place... I'm such a stupid fat gay bitch.

> I was scared for you
> I wanted to spend more time with you

Mod 16: Oh... Really? You um...

Mod 16: ...Care about me?

"Of course, 16." You smile warmly at him.

"Let's get back to the 2bed2bath. When we get back could you maybe help me... Design a fursona?"

When the two of you get back to the 2bed2bath, you sit down together against his huge mass of pillows.

It's surprisingly comfortable, you easily settle in and lean against Mod 16's shoulder.

Various furry-themed internet videos, from fursuit dancing, to fursuit vines, to emo cat animations, all play while Mod 16 sketches various pictures of a furry version of you.

In many of them, you're holding hands with a weird little rat...

The sight and sound of fursuit dancing competition clips turns out to be incredibly calming.

You drift off into sleep to the sound of a quadrupedal unicorn fursuit running and dancing to the beat of Gangnam Style.

GOOD END: BLFC 2014 DANCE COMPETITION

> Return

Mod 18's room seems to be... confused?

Well, most of it definitely has a cute flair, but the rest is incomprehensible.

There's a sweet chocolate smell wafting through the air that compliments the adorable decor; it's a lot like something you'd see straight out of a magazine.

But something freakish sticks out of this otherwise lovely room.

There's the innocence of horse bedspreads, fairy lights taped to the walls, and plushies littered throughout the room.

Right by the bed, there's a little trash can filled to the brim with iClown gift cards...

And... what seems to be a tattered poster of various anime boys, some of their faces shoddily crossed out with pink markings.

Upon closer inspection, you notice slashes all over it that have been covered up with scotch tape... And the faint stench of blood!?

...Yeah. Okay.

Maybe you should just room with somaeda else—

Mod 18: —Oh!

You're going to stay in my room...?

Mod 18: No no, I didn't mean it as a bad thing! I'm actually really happy you chose me...

Mod 18: Out of all of us... You wanted to sleep with me! Ufufu~

Mod 18: Well, not with me, but, uh... in my room, with me.

Mod 18: Ahaha, I hope you get my point!

> D-Don't worry about it!
> ...

Mod 18: Ah... okay!! Sorry, I'm no good with words sometimes... I hope that's fine with you, ...

> It's fine...

Mod 18: Umu...

> ...

Mod 18: A-Anyway, welcome to my room! Hehe~

Mod 18: I hope you'll enjoy your stay with me tonight. Is there anything I can get you?

> I'm okay.
> Maybe a glass of water?

Mod 18: Anything for you, -kun.

> Th-Thanks...

Mod 18: Hey hey, if you ever need something, just be sure to tell me!

Mod 18: I wouldn't want my cute little guest to be left disappointed after all.

Mod 18: Huh...? Oh!

Mod 18: Yeah, you're cute! Suuuuuuper cuuuuuuuuuuuute!!~

So of course I'd want to make sure you're doing good. Fufufu~

Mod 18: Ah, it's already getting pretty late, but, hmm... I'm not really sleepy yet!

Mod 18: Do you wanna play some games before going to bed...? I only have the ones on my phone though, haha...

> Sure, that sounds fun! Do you play Honky's Circus: Idol Talent?
> No thanks... A lot's been on my mind since—

Mod 18: —Since walking in here, huh...?

Mod 18: Ufufu~ Did you really think I wouldn't notice you taking in your surroundings with such a fearful expression? Hah!

Mod 18: You figured out something about me, did you not?

Something about the most disgraceful side of me?

Mod 18: You idiot. Knowing that your safety was compromised from that very moment, you still—

Mod 18: ...You could have at least played along a little... Let me have my fun... Given me gifts for being oh so sweet to you...

Mod 18: ...If only you had played by that script—

Is- Is that a knife?!

Mod 18: ...Then I might have decided to spare your life, you know?

Mod 18: But you failed to accomplish something so simple.

BAD END: [REDACTED]DERE

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Mod 18: Uwaaah!! H-How did you know~?

Are you an ultimate psychic or something? That's so cool, !!

Ah, his ears perked up a little.

Mod 18: Let's add each other! Aaaah!!

Mod 18: I'm happy to finally have someone to play this game with!! Someone super cute 'n' cool like no less!!

Mod 18: Who's your favorite clown, ?

Personally, I can't pick just one!

Mod 18: I like Arjunya, Cu Clownlainn Jester, Nicyooooooon, Shitty Ichiclownnose...

...Mod 18 seems to like everyone. He just keeps going! It's almost as if he's just listing off the entire roster!

To top it all off, he's even throwing in a bit of character analysis to help build some kind of explanation as to why he likes the character.

...For each. And. Every. One. Of. Them.

But it's kind of sweet, in a way. Mod 18 seems like the type to find the good in everyone.

Besides, he looks cute talking about his passions with that bright-eyed sort of face. Yeah, he looks really cute.

...Is that your heart beating a little faster?

Mod 18: Ugh... They're all just too good! But my luck hasn't been too hot lately... Uuuuu...

Mod 18: I used up all the iClown card funds that I saved up over the year and didn't get even get one of my fav clownies!!

Mod 18: Uuuu... What am I gonna do noooow...

His mood took a turn for the worse, ugh... Maybe you shouldn't have brought up Idol Talent... Now you just feel sorry for him.

...Letting him indulge with a little something extra shouldn't hurt, should it?

"Mod 18, I think you should have this. Here."

> Hand him a $100 iClown gift card

"I'm a F2Player, it's not like I'd use it... But you should think of it as my Valentine's gift to you and as a thank you for letting me stay in your room tonight."

Mod 18: ...!!

Would... would it really be okay for someone like me to have such a nice gift...?

Mod 18: Geez!

What're you trying to do? Make me fall in love with you? Haha!

Mod 18: ...Hm hm~

Mod 18: Well... It's working a little...

Mod 18: You don't have to be so nice you know... But h-here you are!!

Mod 18: It's no fair...! The fact that someone as cute as you chose to bunk with me is enough... But you also turned out to be a total sweetie pie too!!

Mod 18: Agh!! It's too much for my heart to handle!!

He's really cute when he gets flustered, huh?

> Give him more iClown cards
> Give him more iClown cards
> Give him more iClown cards

Mod 18: What's this...?

Mod 18: Wait—! What are you up to?!

"..."

> Transfer an ungodly amount of money to his Clowncoin account
> Transfer an ungodly amount of money to his Clowncoin account
> Transfer an ungodly amount of money to his Clowncoin account

Mod 18: H-hey, I already admitted to liking you a lot... If you keep at it... I don't know what'll happen...

"..."

> Write Mod 18 into your will

"Mod 18, we've only known each other for a few hours but... I'm already smitten."

"You like gacha-oriented games a lot and well... If winning big on them is something that would make you happy, then I'm ready to devote my everything to you. Bank account and all."

"I barely know much about you at all, but, I just wanna give you more reasons to smile."

"I know it's so sudden and yet... I really do think I love you..."

Mod 18: Putting it like that... , I—

Mod 18: ...I love you too, .

Mod 18: But... recklessly spoiling me with gifts like this... is it really okay?

Mod 18: ...I see.

Mod 18: If that's how you truly feel, then—

Mod 18: I'm sorry, .

Mod 18: I do not think I am capable of actually loving you.

Mod 18: I do not believe that I can love you as my everything.

Mod 18: ...Or as anything at all.

Mod 18: I think it's easier to hate you, actually.

Mod 18: Any act of mine that carried some semblance of genuine affection?

They were lies.

Mod 18: I will never love you.

Mod 18: For you to even believe I was capable of doing so is nothing but a sick joke.

Mod 18: An insult to—

Mod 18: ...I already have someone precious. Someone who fills that important place in my heart.

Mod 18: Someone I will forever devote myself to, in both life and death.

Mod 18: ...Fufufu.

Mod 18: If you know me well enough... you might already have a hunch as to who that is.

Mod 18: You might not.

Mod 18: In any case, you will know for sure soon enough.

Mod 18: Despite knowing this... Will you foolishly continue to devote your heart to me...?

Mod 18: Knowing that I am incapable of ever returning so much as an ounce of your laughably pathetic love?

Mod 18: Knowing that my heart will forever belong to someone else?

> ...
> Yes.

Mod 18: ...Just as I thought.

Mod 18: Leave my presence now if you wish to save yourself from further disgrace.

Mod 18: Just leave already, you pathetic worm!

"Why would you do something so cruel? Acting so sweet just to make a quick buck off of my feelings for you— You're so selfish, Mod 18!"

Mod 18: Ufufufu!

"Why are you laughing!?"

Mod 18: Everymaeda else in this household already knows of the twisted state of my heart.

Mod 18: ...Perhaps the reason why no one came to check on us was because they had assumed that the worst case scenario was inevitable.

Mod 18: Well, if that truly is the case, they had the right idea.

Mod 18: ...Calling me selfish was pretty mean, you know?

Mod 18: If anything, shouldn't it be me calling out your selfishness?

Mod 18: Behaving as if I owe you my love after all you did was hang out with me for a few hours... Then suddenly, you recklessly decide that you want me to inherit all of your fortunes.

Mod 18: ...What an awful attitude.

Mod 18: It just makes me want to kill you.

He's gotta be kidding... right?

Wait—

Is- Is that a knife?!

"Mod 18...! W-Wait!"

Mod 18: Any plea you make now will not save you.

Mod 18: Nothing will.

Mod 18: ...Goodnight, .

Mod 18: You'll be joining the rest of "them" soon enough.

BAD END: THE ICLOWN WIDOWER

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Mod 18: Your stupidity is impressive.

Mod 18: Hmph... But it appears that you have become weirdly attached to me.

Mod 18: Troublesome.

Mod 18: I only sought to waste time and earn material goodies from some poor sap while I could.

Mod 18: It's not like I enjoy someone invading my personal sanctuary, so I figured I may as well make the most of it.

Mod 18: ...Here.

Mod 18 hands you something carefully wrapped and adorned with a bow.

It pulsates a bit and lets out a deflated honk in your shaky hands...

Mod 18: I would feel bad knowing I left someone with such impressive capabilities of devotion alone with a broken heart.

With this, you might have a clue in finding who you truly belong with.

Mod 18: For now though, this is goodbye.

Mod 18: Good luck, .

"Did I black out? Ah... What a weird dream. H-Hey, Mod 18—"

When you come to, you notice a drastic change in your surroundings.

What was once a well-furnished room is now nothing but a decrepit concrete space.

No sweet chocolate scent. No plushies. No lights.

Only one thing remains.

"Mod 18, where did you go...?!" You cry out.

The faint smell of blood.

GOOD END: UNPOPPABLE DEVOTION

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