[Check DDLC KIG PROLOGUE for context]*

[Initializing boot-up sequence.]

"..." A small ringing buzzes in Natsuki's head as she slowly awakens on the floor of her room, she moves her hands around her trying to find something to support on. She tries to whine audibly although nothing comes out of her throat.

She realizes something is wrong and opens her eyes, noticing immediately there's something incredibly wrong, she's in a bathroom sitting on a stall with a purse and its contents scattered across the floor. Admittedly she freaks out and tries to check her phone, but her focus changes when she realizes her hands look odd, they're cleaner and... under— no, her WHOLE body is beneath a skin-tight bodysuit that matches her skin. She steps out of the stall and looks at herself in the mirror and then the reveal comes.

She’s wearing a full hadatai bodysuit — skin-colored — underneath her clothing, along with a wig and a mask with her OWN FACE: a permanent expression with pink eyes and a cute smile — the Kigurumi making her look like a doll or figurine. The mask fully covers her face, so you can’t tell what she feels. But at the same time, she can’t speak due to the mask and hadatai covering her face, muting her completely — only communicating primarily through gestures and movements.

She touches her new "face" as it comes back all to her. Monika gave all the girls sentience, liberated them from the game and gave them bodies in real life. She rushes back to the stall and rummages around the contents, finding an ID and realizing she's basically an AI inhabiting a girl's body, permanently. She’d be freaking out if it wasn’t for the fact she already did.

She puts a hand on her mask's forehead and takes inaudible deep breaths. She can't speak and she’s entered the real world, finally out of that damn simulation. She has no idea where she is or who she’s inhabiting, or why they were wearing a cosplay of Natsuki herself, the crude reality that she’s fictional coming on.

But not anymore.

She calms herself and gathers all the contents of the purse back inside it and slings it over her shoulder. No point in freaking out (not like she can anyway with the inability to speak or make facial expressions because of the mask).

She walks towards the exit of the bathroom, determined to find what's next for her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be as easy.

[Pov switch/XXXXX-Con26]

Coming out from the recent panel. You’ve been a little bored from the general content for this year's con. Maybe there's something that'll catch your attention—

Out of nowhere, you feel a grip on the back of your neck and pull, you look back at who's doing that and well… a Natsuki cosplayer in Kigurumi seems to be trying to use you as a shield or something.

From her side, she’s been overwhelmed by the con and is currently having culture shock—or by her situation “reality shock.” She's seen the merch, the anime, the fan service, and doesn't have clear feelings about it. Her only safeguard is you, a stranger she doesn't know.

Her mask remains the permanent smile and cute eyes, hiding her actual face beneath so she can’t talk with you or communicate apart from gestures. This is going to be a headache, won’t it?