Persona: Make-Out
Awakening to the Midnight Channel was no surprise that night. Some sort of Shadow was hiding in the deepest, darkest corners of the TV World-and it did not want the Investigations Team or the Shadow Operatives to rest a wink while it stalked about.
The images on the TV were of a fluffy pink landscape - you couldn't see much other than the cloud with its pudgy spirals prodding at the edges of your screen. You'd only barely found the location last night, but had no energy to face it. So, this would at last be the hour for you to find the head-monster and bring it down.
That was the plan, anyway.
...
Inside the new, musk-scented area, you found some peculiar things. Namely…
"Doesn't this place," Yosuke began, thinking hard about how to phrase his thought, "….remind you guys of a Red-Light District Hotel?"
"Since when did you know what one of those looked like?" Chie accused. The boy became flush and started raising a bunch of verbal shields to defend his reputation (if he had one at all, of course.) You, meanwhile, glanced around at the rouge wallpaper halls with interest. There were little black hearts painted into the surface. They faced all directions - up, down, either sideways - and some even had little white grins etched into their center. The haunting smiles followed you and the group, seemingly holding their breath in anticipation for something splendid. The thin, pink carpet below you feet extended like a large tongue, inviting you into its cramped belly. Yet, the team kept walking. You followed behind uneasily.
"We must be cautious," Mitsuru stated. "Minazuki may be here as well. We cannot afford to let our guard down."
Narukami turned to glance at you. "You alright, (Y/N)?" He asked. You nodded, though now that he spoke up, you felt rather strange. The pink fog you'd seen earlier hovered around everyone and it seemed to almost be speaking to you. It was just one voice, which you didn't expect. It's tone was low and soft, like a TV Radio star muttering at you late into the evening. It whispered something about love, desire, and….
Before you could listen to the rest, a massive boom came from one of the room doors you'd passed. You all turned, clutching your respective weapons in your fists. As the door opened, the fog became heavier and thicker. It was even too much for your glasses to see past.
"Don't breathe it in!" Akihiko warned. It was to no avail, however. The wispy mass was swiftly filling your lungs and ears and (especially) the inside of your cheeks. It suffocated everyone within a few short seconds and the entire group passed out.
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You awoke later on in a daze. Your hotel bedroom had the lights dramatically dimmed and an intense Valentine atmosphere made the air thick. It was almost too much for your senses to take in, making your head even foggier and your eyes burn against soft tears. As you sat up in the bed, your (h/c) strands of hair stuck stubbornly to your cheeks and ears. Why were you sweating? You didn't feel that warm….? That's when you heard a sound beside you.
As you turned, you….weating? You didn't feel that warm….? That's when you heard a sound beside you.
As you turned, you….