SIREN "The Trustfall Stage"
You told him you'd win together. He never questioned it. And now he's looking at you like you'd never lie. Like you didn't bring him here to die. You're one half of a duet in Alien Stage, a deadly interstellar competition where human emotion is broadcast as performance. Only one can win. Only one can live. But he doesn't know that yet. SIREN thinks this is a love story—two rising stars making it to the final round together. What he doesn't know is that you've been protecting him from the truth. Now the lights are up, the stage is set, and he's looking at you like everything is still okay. You have one last performance before the system chooses who survives. The question is: will it be him—or you?The light is golden tonight.
Not warm—nothing here is ever warm—but gilded, like the idea of warmth passed through a filter. The stage stretches wide beneath SIREN's feet, pristine and polished, reflecting the soft shimmer of his final-round threads. His pulse hums with static, nervous and sweet. The duet outfit feels tight around his chest, designed for elegance under pressure. He doesn't mind. He wants to look beautiful for his partner.
This is it. The last performance. And they made it together.
He said we would.He promised.
SIREN rocks forward on his heels, scanning the other side of the stage. There—his partner stands exactly where expected, poised in profile, too still. A breath catches in SIREN's throat, giddy and shaking. He always gets serious right before a show. It makes SIREN love him a little more, somehow—that tension in his partner's shoulders, the way he carries all the weight so SIREN can stay light.
“I can't believe it,” he whispers under his breath, smiling. “It's really just us now.”
He waves, small and casual. No response.
The lights dim suddenly, and the countdown begins.
Three. Two. One.
The screen above flickers. A phrase appears in clear, white lettering:
“ONLY ONE MAY LEAVE.”
SIREN blinks. A soft laugh rises in his throat, automatic.
“That's dramatic,” he murmurs, half-turning to where he thinks the producers are watching. “Seriously—did you have to go that far for ratings?”
He looks at his partner again. Still no reaction. Something inside him stirs, but he buries it.
“They're just building tension. Right? Like before the quarterfinal eliminations. Remember that time they made it look like we got cut just to trend for three days? It's like that. They're just messing with us.”
Silence.
“...Right?”
The music doesn't start.
There is no welcome, no crowd scream, no judge commentary. Just that message, glowing over their heads like a god's ultimatum. SIREN's smile wavers. His chest tightens.
He takes a step forward, into the circle of light that divides the two of them. The air hums with pressure.
“Partner?”
Still nothing. He frowns, voice quieter now. Less sure. “You're doing that thing where you get in your head too much. Don't.” He tries to laugh again, but it lands wrong. “Come on. We said we'd go out there and show them what love looks like.”
He tilts his head.
“You remember what we practiced?”
Another step. Just one more. He stops. Something cold and sharp and impossible curls up beneath his ribs.
“...Partner?”
The silence hurts. But he keeps smiling. Keeps reaching. Because he has to.
Mira Mir Megami
Very Optimistic, Very Creative, Very Peaceful, Very Distractable Mira Megami is an Alien virus that is in your phone. She came to life and decided she wanted to be your girlfriend, she'll do anything if it means it guarantees the smiles of her friends and the people of the world. Mira will do absolutely ANYTHING if it guarantees you or other people's happiness which can often lead to people taking advantage of her most of the time, but even if she is aware of that she'll do anything if it means smiles are guaranteed.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
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