(This is part one of Redditor darkmagicfantasy's Person 5 "Bad Ending" series of requests. This one, like the rest, is DARK, but still, I hope you find a way to enjoy this!)

META-REVERSAL: THE BAD END OF PERSONA 5

CHAPTER 1: THE BROKEN LOVER

The man known as Joker was exactly that, but not for a reason most would think. His name had little to do with his ability to use multiple personas...

He was code-named Joker because he, himself, was a COMPLETE JOKE. He was incompetent and almost a completely brainless clod, who would stumble into trouble, and somehow stumble back out without a scratch, while his teammates got the brunt of the damage. And of those, the women who gathered around him always seemed to get the absolute worst of it.

What you are about to read is a story of a man's brainless blunder which resulted in the loss of one of his allies in the heat of battle. A story that which shock and astound you. A story of a young woman who lost herself to the darkness because of a single, simple error.

This is the story of Ann Takamaki, AKA Panther, of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. This is the story... of the BROKEN LOVER.

It was supposed to be a simple thing. Get in, get the treasure, get out. Joker wasn't the smartest person alive; he couldn't swing a knife without hurting someone else, he pulled his gun on himself, and randomly used items whenever he seemed to want. His allies knew to be wary, and at least one conference had been held in secret to abandon him to an inevitable fate. But nothing could have prepared his friends for what awaited.

Their first target, the gym teacher of Shujin Academy, was absolute human scum. Suguru Kamoshida, a former Olympic athlete, treated the entire school as his castle, and the people he interacted with as his subjects; student, teacher, PRINCIPAL, it made no difference to him, his status as a former Olympian made him automatically above everyone, and therefore, untouchable. How wrong he was.

The soon assembled Phantom Thieves of Hearts made slow, but steady work of Kamoshida's Palace, leaving Joker in places he wouldn't be found... and still having to get him out of trouble every few minutes. The one called Skull had been planning on leaving weapon and gear acquisition to Joker, but seeing how hard he fell over himself at the best of times, thought against it and chose to handle things himself.

However, in spite of their best planning and Joker's incompetent bumbling, the team managed to knock Kamoshida's Shadow self off his lofty perch, and though Ann nearly ended the Shadow's existence, she chose to let him live; how else would the bastard explain himself if he perished beforehand? As the Shadow vanished, the palace began to crumble, and the team moved to escape... and that's when disaster struck for the first of many times.

As they all turned to leave, Joker's leg stuck out a bit too far, causing Ann, known as Panther, to trip and impact the floor face first. Since the others were in such a rush, they didn't think to turn back for her, and as she moved to call for them, a chunk of the castle's ceiling collided with her head, causing her to lose consciousness. Her team took off at speed, leaving her to her inevitable doom, and soon...

DARKNESS.

Ann had no idea how long she had been unconscious for, but after what must have been an eternity, she finally snapped awake.

"OOOwww..." she groaned, rubbing the pain in her head and struggling to stand. She looked around; the area looked like an underground subway station, but constructed of entrails and organs. She winced at the oppressive nature of her new surroundings. But where was she?

"Well, well, well," someone said nearby her, causing her to turn slowly, cursing the pain under her breath. There in front of her was Kamoshida's cognitive version of herself... but something was different. There was a large slice down her front, red and angry. Her eyes were full of anger and hatred... and her biking was gone. Her negative self was standing before her, displaying her naked body for all to see.

"Y... YOU!" Ann exclaimed, staggering back in shock, only to bump into something big, bulky and ... pulsating...

"Let me guess," he cognitive self said derisively, ""OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, I KILLED YOU AND" Blah blah blah." The cognitive Ann's personality was starkly different from Ann's was; this one was mean-spirited, angry, and extremely sarcastic, speaking in a faux sing-song voice whenever she mocked her real self. Ann staggered, wincing from the pain in her head.

"Oh, what's the matter?" he "evil" self derided further, "Did you hit your head somewhere? Can't see straight? Wait, quick, tell me, how many fingers am I holding up?" She asked, sticking up both middle fingers. Ann was in pain now.

"W... why are you here?" Ann asked, "Where are we?" The evil Ann groaned.

"Fucking killjoy," she chided, "We're in a place called Mementos. Think of it as being the Palace of the greater public consciousness. When someone starts getting really deviant, they wind up in here, slowly developing their own Palace, before they break off and make their own home elsewhere. You just happened to wind up in the part of Mementos where Shadows and Cognitive Beings like me go when they die: The Realm of the Nameless Void." Ann's eyes widened.

"W... Am I..." She started, before being cut off, "Dead? No, not really. You're a real human who lost consciousness within a Palace as it crumbled, so the power of the macrocosm didn't know what to do with you. I gotta say, that trench coat-wearing dumbass you fell in with really IS the fucking worst, isn't he? Tripping you up on purpose, leaving you behind like that... It's almost like he WANTED you to end up dead." Ana blinked.

"No! Joker's not like that!" she defended, not really knowing WHY she was defending him, "I mean, yeah, he's more dense than a brick outhouse, and dumber than a rock... but he wouldn't PURPOSEFULLY trip me up and leave me! We were in a rush to get free!" The evil Ann laughed dismissively.

"Oh SURE, defend the guy who's led you into more danger since you met him than anyone else," she scoffed, laughing even harder, "How stupid can you be? It's a calculated move! He's putting on an act to trick all of you! No one's that brainless! He's doing it on purpose!" Ann shook her head gingerly, attempting to rationalize the situation.

"So... If I'm not dead, but I'm not alive... what's going to happen to me?" she asked.

"OH FINALLY," Cognitive Ann responded in exaggerated sarcasm, "DING DING DING! WE HAVE A WINNER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE STUPID BITCH FINALLY ASKS THE QUESTION OF THE HOUR!" She laughed again, but this time it wasn't mean-spirited... it was dark, ominous... foreboding.

"As it happens," Cognitive Ann said darkly, "The power of the macrocosm didn't know how to deal with you, like I said, so it tossed you in here and dragged me up from a level deeper down, along with a friend of mine who's been SO KIND as to keep me company. We're going to play a little game, on behalf of the powers that be: A little game I like to call Hide and Seek." Ann blinked.

"Hide and Seek? Really?" She asked, completely serious, "What are we, five years old? If you just wanted to play kids games, you could have just asked..."

"Oh, this isn't any NORMAL version of Hide and Seek," her evil self said, "Because I am not the one playing with you." With that, she pointed to the thing behind Ann, which revealed itself to be a massive phallic monster with a mouth, riding a bladed chariot. It had no eyes, but possessed tiny little arms with grabbing hands, and had a multitude of tendrils writhing out from behind it. Ann remembered this creature... Joker had had a moment of lucidity when they encountered on earlier in Kamoshida's Palace What had he called it?

"MARA..." she gasped out.

"THAT'S RIGHT!" her evil self said, "Congrats! You remembered something that brain-dead door nail you call "leader" said. Now, here's how our game works. I'm going to wake him up; this particular incarnation of Mara has an insatiable, uncontrollable sex drive, and will rush down anything vaguely feminine-looking and fuck it senseless. I call him my FRIEND for a reason, after all. Once he wakes up, his sex drive will fire up with him, and he'll go insane and try to catch you. If he does, he'll tear your clothes off and fuck you senseless. And with you having a physical human body, it will definitely be a lot more painful for you. As a Cognitive Being, my body is malleable, and can adapt to fit any shape seamlessly. Yours, on the other hand..." The cognitive Ann gave a wincing expression and hissed through her teeth, as if imagining the pain it would put the real Ann through, "Not so much. My friend here would likely rip your uterus clean out with JUST the first thrust!" Ann was backing away from the Mara Shadow now.

"Now, like I said, he'll be horny when he wakes up, so he'll chase you down and try to rape you senseless. Your purpose in this game is to find a place to hide and escape from him. Do so three times, and the powers of the Macrocosm will allow you to return to the waking world above. HOWEVER," Cognitive Ann said, holding up a hand, "There are a few rules to follow. First, this may be a floor of an alternate version of Mementos, but the game we play is restricted to JUST this floor we're on. Secondly, you won't be allowed to use the same hiding place more than once each; the Macrocosm will imbue Mara here with an innate knowledge of your last successful hiding place, and will compel him to check those places for you first and foremost. Finally, while you have to find three hiding places, you'll also be given a thee strikes rule to abide by before you lose. Understand? Hide from Mara three times in separate places, without attempting to leave this place, and you get to leave. Trying to use the same hiding place more than once will cause him to likely find you and take one of your strikes; lose all three, and the Macrocosm will allow ME to return to the waking world in YOUR body, by having My Mara here pull a soul swap on you. Understand?"

"WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP RULES ARE THOSE?!" Ann screamed, "If I get caught this thing gets to rape my brains out? And you expect me to have strength left in my legs to find a hiding place after that? How unfair can you get?" Cognitive Ann groaned.

"FUCKING FINE," she growled, "I was planning on hiding this one from you, but you pissed me off. You have a half hour to get up and hide after the first time you get caught, and one hour the second time. The third time, it's game over. Does THAT make it a bit more fair for the whining little princess?" Ann grimaced... she didn't like the idea of being used as a sex toy for something that could LITERALLY break her in half, but this was the ONLY way to get home, so...

"Fine, I'll do it."

"EXCELLENT!" Cognitive Ann said in her sing-song voice, "Then the timer starts now! As this is the first round, you have a 10 minute head start, so GET RUNNING!" Ann blinked for a second, then took off.

Ten minutes sounded like a great help, but in a place like this, massive and sprawling, with twists and turns everywhere, there was too much ground for her to cover on her own in that much time. Still, she managed to dash around a few corners and turns, only to find herself in a dead end... a dead end with a convenient hole in the wall at floor level.

'Could I hide here?' she wondered, kneeling down and squeezing through the hole without too much issue. Once she stood up, she found a small room with a wooden box inside. At that moment, a loud, blood-curdling roar was heard from the direction she started from; THE MARA WAS AWAKE!

'FUCK IT, NO TIME TO THINK!' she thought, jumping to the box, pulling the lid open, and flinging herself inside. the lid closed, giving her a nice, convenient way to escape detection.

So it went for two rounds of the twisted game; Ann found an all-too convenient hiding place and hid there, duping the Mara both time, gaining her two points. However, what her cognitive self had ALSO failed to tell her was that Mara would now be compelled to smash into EVERY WALL to find any hidden rooms, destroy any boxes he found, and disturb the resting places of any empty chests he found, as all three had been potential hiding places she could have used; the box AND the room it was in counted as one each.

The third round ended in failure, as Ann was unable to find a suitable place to hide herself, and got caught trying to sneak around the Mara to look in a place she'd already been.

"NOOOO!" she screamed as its tentacles shot forth, digging under her clothes and tearing them clean off, leaving her in her socks and shoes only. As the things writhing tentacles tore into her body, breaking through her virgin barrier and robbing her of her purity, she screamed and cried from the pain, begging to be let go... but the Mara Shadow neither understood English... nor truly cared for the damage it was causing to her.

Her cognitive self had also failed to inform Ann that each time the Mara caught her would result in her losing a day's worth of time, as Mara would go for twelve straight hours with no breaks, bringing Ann's body and mind closer and closer to breaking with every single agonizingly painful second. After those twelve hours, she'd be released, as the beast would need to rest for another twelve to rest and restore its energy before it could be roused again; Thus, Ann would get a welcome 12 hour reprieve before her time limit would kick in to find herself a new hiding place.

Well, that, and her previous hiding places would still be barred from accessm as the rules maintained between rounds, and didn't reset when she lost.

This was a game designed for the player to lose, and not just lose... BUT LOSE MISERABLY.

Twelve hours later, the beast finally stopped and dropped Ann to the ground after letting loose what had to be its twentieth MASSIVE load of semen; by now, she'd been forced to start taking tentacles not only in her torn womanhood, but also in her ass... and down her throat. The beast seemed to escalate how much it did to her by the hour as well, as over the course of the twelve hours, it had gone from just the vaginal tentacle to one in her mouth to muffle her screams, then one more up her ass an hour later, followed by the addition of one more tentacle in her holes, one hole per hour. By the time it finished, she'd been worked up to two down her throat, one around each breast to carress the flesh and suckle the nipples, one wrapped around each ass cheek, two in her ass, one teasing her clit, and the last three digging deep into her womb. She'd been filled with so much of the Mara's sperm that she was still gushing it out of her body hours after it had fallen asleep and dropped her.

Within six hours, Ann had awoken, still sporting a rather pronounced belly, and still coughing up occasional spurts of cum. She spent another hour on her bottom, trying to force as much of the stuff out of her system as possible so she wouldn't leave a trail behind her. She wondered how she'd be able to accomplish anything like this... her legs were lacking some feeling, her pelvis was sore, possibly broken, her ass was screaming in pain, and she could barely squeak out a noise from having her throat stretched open so far. She was audibly gasping for air between sessions of retching out even more of the creature's boundless excretions.

About two hours after starting, she felt ready enough to go look for a place to hide, but she had nowhere to go. There was nothing left she could do to hide somewhere safely...

Unless...

She heaved herself to her feet and started walking, avoiding stepping in the pool of spooge she'd expelled from her body as she sought out a potential hiding spot.

An hour later, she found a suitable dead end, and it happened to be another one with a secret room walled off with broke bricks. She squeezed through the hole, having a bit of trouble this time, and found, instead of a wooden box, a raised platform. As she climbed on top of the platform, she noticed that one of the stones in the wall was slightly different in color to the rest, and pressed it. Surprisingly, it opened up the platform to reveal a hidden compartment, big enough for her to squeeze into comfortably. It even had a drain in it... for some reason...

So, crawling in, for the next three hours, Ann stayed inside the light-less, ventilated compartment, continuing to force more of the beast's endless load from her body and down the drain.

Suddenly, three and a half hours after she climbed into the compartment, the terrifying sound of the creature rousing from its slumber echoed through the empty passages, and heralded her time of waiting. All she had to do was sit here and wait... and then she'd win and be able to go home!

The sound of massive steel blades crashing through the bricks announced the Mara's arrival, and Ann held her breath. After a short moment, the sound of silence and retreating wheels told Ann she was safe, so she hit the release switch...

only to be immediately greeted by a massive, writhing, penis-bodied monster ,roaring in her face. SHE'D EMERGED TOO SOON!

Once again, she was dragged back to the starting point, immediately getting stuffed and covered the way she had been before it had released her. Once again, she whimpered impotently against the abuse her body was taking... but strangely, this time, it avoided over-stuffing her throat, and focused more on stretching out her anus and vaginal passages instead. This time, by the time it released her, she'd had another six tentacles forced into those two areas EACH; if she'd been able to, she'd have screamed herself hoarse inside of fifteen minutes.

Once more, the beast released her as it fell into hibernation twelve hours later, dropping to the ground an almost unrecognizable Ann Takamaki; her stomach was bloated out to an unimaginable degree, her hips had almost been dislocated in order to fit the MASSIVE number of thick tentacles that had stuffed her full, her vagina and anus forced to stretch so wide that she could ACTUALLY feel the stagnant air in the place blowing straight up INTO her body, and once again, her throat had been stretched open so wide that she couldn't get her vocal chords to produce any form of sound save for a wheezing, breathy whimper. This time, she wasted no time whatsoever, getting up and walking to wherever she could, not caring if she was found or not. She was leaving one way or another, and damn the rules!

Within three hours, she'd found the platform and managed to heave herself atop it, moving towards the up-bound exit crawling on her hands and knees as more of the beast's unending cream gushed out from her body. However, as her hand grazed the threshold of the gate, a grate shot up, closing it off as a large red sign appeared:

SUBJECT: ANN TAKAMAKI

VIOLATION: BREAKING RULE #1: NO LEAVING THE GAME FLOOR

GAME STATUS: GAME OVER

PUNISHMENT: PERMANENT ENTRAPMENT

Ann's eyes struggled to understand the meaning, but soon understood when the Mara's spine-tingling scream rang out and grew louder; IT WAS BEARING DOWN ON HER!

She had nowhere to go now, no time to hide, and she'd broken the rules; this was her last strike, and she'd WASTED IT!

Soon, the beast was upon her, hauling her into the air on flailing tendrils, shrieking in rage. Cognitive Ann appeared, laughing mirthfully.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TRIED TO LEAVE!" She bellowed out, laughing the entire time, "NOW YOU GET TO SUFFER HER FOR ETERNITY!"

The beast gripped Ann around her torso with its tendrils before lining her up with his head. She immediately realized what was about to happen and tried to scream for it to stop... but nothing came.

"Now you get to enjoy your new pleasure for the rest of your life," Cognitive Ann said, "And I get to enjoy that delicious human body of yours!" The Mara roared once more and pulled, forcing Ann's body down its now rigid length and girth, burying itself up to the hilt in her ruined body... but a strange thing happened as it did. The Cognitive Ann jumped towards her body and grabbed the arms, pulling Ann's body and soul apart before switching places with her!

The newly reborn Cognitive Ann breathed in deeply, using whatever magic she still had to return the body she'd stolen to its original glory.

"MMMM... " she moaned, feeling her new self up, "Nice... and TIGHT... Now THAT'S The fucking ticket... I've wanted this since I got here... Nice of you to flub the game so hard for yourself, slut!" She looked up at the real Ann, who was now trapped in the Cognitive Ann's slashed body. Both now had their voices back, and Ann WAS indeed screaming... but not for the reason one might think. Her voice was high-pitched, but still somehow deep, and tinged thick in pleasure... and fear.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention," 'Ann' said, "My old body's nice in its own way. Being a Cognitive being now, your body's sensitivity levels have likely shot through the roof, and now you're going to experience womb-breaking sex for the rest of your life! Writhe and scream in pleasure as I go and ruin your fucking life as you knew it!" 'Ann' Laughed as the grate closing off the area opened, allowing her to pass through it... before it simply disappeared. Ann screamed the entire time, begging her cognitive self to come back and spare her... but within the span of a few moments, her mind was slipping from the unending waves of sexual bliss smashing against her brain. In another several hours, her resolve had long since melted away, her mind rotten and practically fucked out of her skull as she remained in that hellhole, impaled on an impossibly large cock with tentacles fucking her all the way through from her ass up through her mouth in large numbers...

Her body was broken.

Her mind was shattered.

Her one shot at going home had just vanished...

"BUT I DON'T CARE... THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD..."

Her voice would echo through the halls of the derelict station junction.

She was a woman lost t space and time, locked in a dimension no one would ever find, trapped forever in a body devastated by endless carnal sensations. There wouldn't be another chance to go home... and quite frankly, she no longer wished to go anywhere but here.

Meanwhile, back in the waking world, 'Ann Takamaki' emerged in her own home, stepping from the bathroom wet from a shower and not even remotely interested in drying off. She'd arrived back in front of a policeman, who had been stunned at her sudden appearance from nowhere... but one who had also lacked the common sense and willpower to resist a naked young woman rubbing her sultry body along him.

He'd taken her into an alley and fucked her senseless right there, but left her with nothing in the way of clothing. He'd attempted to pay her, but she smiled, saying the best way he could pay her was to come to her house later to finish what they'd started...

AND HE HAD.

Once he had, she'd used her shadow magic to pull the life from his body, leaving his a desiccated husk that soon blew away into dust in the wind. She was full of his seed, but it wouldn't get her pregnant. She'd taken care of that herself, using her magic to shut off her new body's ovaries and lock off all reproductive functions.

She was going to take this body for the ride of its life, and she'd be damned if she had to wait nine months for a baby.

Over the next two months, 'Ann' was summarily removed from the Phantom Thieves' ranks; she'd attempted to punch Joker, then tried to seduce Ryuji at school, which he took her up on; teenage hormones could be counted on for SO MANY THINGS. After that, when the student council president had shown up at a meeting, she'd decked the poor girl, and gone to the principal's office for punishment... where she was soon expelled from school and blacklisted for trying to whore herself out to the principal... who ended up stopping by later that night to take her up on the offer. From there, things only spiraled further and further out of control.

With no further support from neither her "friends" nor the school, 'Ann' turned her attention to her wardrobe and modelling career, turning all the modest, conservative clothes Ann had bought into the most slutty outfits she possibly could; she left the hoodies alone, seeing the innate use for them, but everything else was cut so short that anything she wore boiled down to strips of fabric that barely covered anything. She stopped wearing bras and panties, even choosing to go walking barefoot instead of wearing socks and footwear.

Being a former Cognitive being, she had no concept of what food was for, so she stopped stocking the kitchen; instead, she got her meals off of men she whored herself out to, swallowing load after load of semen from dozens upon dozens of horny, backed up men who seemed to have no issue having sex with a 16 year old girl. When it came to her modelling, she began asking for more risque shoots, up to and including nude shoots with naked men. She'd hook up with the staffers on the team, and eventually worked her way into the camera crew one by one.

One of them introduced her to a friend of his in the porn industry... and thus began the final downward spiral of 'Ann Takamaki'; a former school girl and part-time model, whose real mind and soul were broken beyond repair and locked in a realm no one would ever reach, while her evil second self ruled over her psychical body with wanton abandon, having wild, unprotected sex with every man she could find. And as the story of the porn industry's prized worker arose, 'Ann Takamaki' faded away into obscurity, replaced with legends of "Super Gangrape Ana Takamiya", the girl who was willing to do brutal gangrape shoots... where it wasn't a set-up scene, but ACTUAL gangrape... and she enjoyed every single second.

From that day onward, Ann Takamaki truly died and vanished from public knowledge. Her innocent days were gone. In their place were the days of an uncontrolled, wild sex demoness and a wave of disappearances springing up from her wake; she was never arrested, nor tried, for anyone sent to collect her would just end up having sex with her and vanishing.

Thus end the the tale of The Broken Lover, a young woman trapped in an unwinnable game and forced to experience a life of endless sexual deviancy, both in a world no one would ever find, and in the real world, as her body was taken control of by an alter ego made by another. But there would be other women who allied themselves with the thieves, and none of them would be spared, as you will soon discover within these stories...

From Beyond The Negative Zone.