Welcome to CERES' new dating experience -- ABOMIDate (Catchy, huh?). They've found that they're a little concerned with everyone's ability to... connect with denizens of different species, and in a place like Cerealia that is full of aliens, that's a Big Problem! After all, it's pretty clear by now that there are a lot of things about your friendly neighborhood aliens that you just know nothing about. What else do you not know? That the greeting of a Faswwg is face licking? That feathered species require mating dances to woo? That [REDACTED] needs [REDACTED] to [REDACTED]? So clearly, the way to fix this problem is...to practice dating other species!
Namely eldritch abominations! In CERES' experience, eldritch abominations really sum up the full interspecies dating way of life and provide you a variety of different species (and orifices) to enjoy.
So it's time to put on some proper music -- no, not that, that's not right. There, that's better. Anyway, time to put on some sexy background music, and woo the monster of your dreams!
 [ horrifying noises of nightmares and despair ]
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PHASE I [ 8 00 ] Welcome to the new and improved Abominable Dating, CERES’ brand new virtual dating experience! The first thing you will see will be a character select screen, because CERES wants you to get to the dating part right away. Don’t worry, there are a lot of beautiful and handsome candidates to choose from so feel free to jump right in! There’s this fellow, or this dashing lass and even a hidden character who is... not really all that hidden if they’re right there to be picked, but there you go!
You have to pick one. There’s no other option, I’m afraid.
And once you do, you’ll end up in a room with your date, dressed up in beautiful, date-like clothing. Unfortunately, everyone else who picked that date will also be in the room with you, also dressed up and prepared for dating.
This is awkward.
It gets even more awkward when your date decides that you look like a great main course. Watch out for those claws/teeth/limbs/etc! Maybe you can work together to take down your starving date, sad as that sounds.
PHASE II [ 1000 ] No dating game would be complete without stat boosting sessions. Regardless of how you feel about your current date, you’re locked into the game now (and hopefully not while covered in the blood of your date themselves, though they just come back even if you managed to kill them), and the game is picking a stat it thinks you need to work on. Either your intelligence is deplorable, your charisma is totally lacking, or your strength is at noodly-arm levels. That’s pretty bad. (It doesn’t matter what your actual intelligence, charisma or strength are, the game might be making things up at this point.)
Because of this, you’re going to be automatically tossed into a mini-game to increase those stats! This will be fun, absolutely. Nothing but Fun here in ViViD. So regardless of what the game thinks you’re lacking, it’s going to throw you into the same mini-game -- eldritch abomination make-over sessions.
You'll show up at a row of dressing rooms, each marked with a sign above the door reading NO INTELLIGENCE or NO STRENGTH or NO CHARISMA in bright red letters. Choosing the right one (embrace your shame) will reveal your initial date to you. They bat their eyelashes in greeting and growl out a very sultry, Will you help me, senpai?
Time to get to work!
You won’t be able to leave the mini-game until the monster is completely satisfied with its makeover, so it’s time to really tap in to your inner fashion sense. Of course, the fact that you’re all trying to apply makeup to the same monster might make this hard, but you can surely all get along, right?
Right?
PHASE III [ 1800 ] At first, you were on a date. Finally, you, your monster, candelight. Everything was going right until... well, you made a bad dialogue choice. They asked you what your favorite food was, you accidentally picked "Italian" (or maybe picked it on purpose which makes this even worse!) and then things went dark.
When you wake up, you'll find yourself in a cage. The room is dark and dank and there's no light other from the crack of a door somewhere up a flight of stairs. You're in a cage in a basement and there's a key glinting on the table right across the room there. Is it for your cage?
Welcome to the Yandere Route.
You might not actually be alone though. The cage isn't terribly big but there's enough room for someone else and if you shift around a little, you'll bump into them. Maybe you should share some woes of the eldritch horror dating experience. Maybe you should try and find a way out! Who knows? But there's one thing for sure:
You're both extremely naked.
Good luck!
PHASE IV [ 1830 ] You did it. You’ve gotten to the end of the game, or nearly. You’ve earned up enough affection points somehow. Maybe it was through the eldritch abomination following you around to trying to eat you or maybe it really, really, really liked your makeover. Maybe there was that thing and the cage and some weird pictures it took -- who knows! But now it’s time for the inevitable scene.
The confession scene.
Except... well, ViViD can’t do confession scenes very well. You'll find yourself there in the schoolyard, dressed in the appropriate school uniforms but...
For one thing, there’s a heavy shower of rose petals. A heavy shower. They’re everywhere. They might get in your mouth and face, they’re pooling around your knees, it's a rose petal flood and you're about to drown!
For another, the eldritch abomination you chose to romance is getting closer and... closer. And closer. And that sure is a lot of teeth, huh? Is it coming in for a kiss or to eat off your face? It’s... really hard to tell with all the rose petals, isn’t it?
To make matters even worse, you can’t move -- you’re locked into the scene until it comes to its proper conclusion. The game is stuck and you're here, suffering through it all. Well, you're suffering unless someone comes and rescues you, but who in the world would interrupt a touching scene like this to do that?!
BONUS [ why o'clock ] You know you have to get dressed up nicely for your date. It's an important one! Third date means third base, after all. So, you’re shoved into a closet, and surrounded by tons and tons of choices to pick from. You're spoiled for choice!
But, well... no matter what you put on, or even if you just elect to stay in your regular clothing, it changes as soon as you step out of the closet to meet your date.
Don’t worry, you look adorable.
It can’t be taken off, of course. So you’d better get comfy, because you’re going to be a pink dinosaur for your third date and... your fourth date. And your fifth. Hell, you might still be a pink dinosaur when it comes time to confess! How... cute.
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i!
vaguely, mirai is registering her unfortunate situation with a brief adjustment of red-rimmed glasses. involuntarily, a shiver shocks her, makes her stand straighter as the horrifying thing stands before her - them. them, because there is someone else here and she's only here because she had to pick and oh no what has she gotten herself into now.
the chair creaks against the ground, and she stiffens, tosses a wide-eyed look his way before he's giving her a shove away and it isn't clear if it's to help her or help himself.
but it doesn't matter, to her, because the creature is turning it's attention towards her away.
there's hardly another choice, she's hardly thinking and is driven by instinct alone as the bandage drops from her hand, as she summons her own blood from her palm and lunges forward, sword of red cutting though the creature's leg.
it's some vague naivete that she's clung to, perhaps, that maybe she shouldn't kill it. maybe crippling it will be enough? ]
...This is unpleasant!
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he might've stopped to wonder why or how this girl apparently just pulled a blood sword out of her hand, under normal circumstances. but he's already accepted the premise that he's in some kind of real-life dating sim trying to win the affections of an eldritch horror, which is trying to eat them now, so the girl chopping off its leg with her blood seems almost natural somehow.
unfortunately, his own sword's not present at the moment, and he's therefore forced to improvise. by chucking a chair at the thing's head.
or whatever passes for its head. ]
Hey, get out of the way!!
[ fortunately(?), fighting ugly monsters is sort of his day job, so he's following up by running at the thing with one of their romantic bottles of wine.
their date's still in the process of reeling from having one of its legs rudely removed and a chair thrown at its head in the meantime, and snaps viciously and indiscriminately in Mirai's general direction. ]
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she had acted too rashly. it's a thought she's realizing now, as she takes a breath to steady herself, grip the slim handle of her sword a little tighter.
on one hand, they both see the monster, so revealing her powers shouldn't be her top worry. but if you go around believing your own curse, any revelation of it can't be a good one.
it's something she'll have to handle for later, because she has to first dodge a chair that ricochets off some part of its body (hopefully the head?), and then a bottle of wine that nearly hits her along with it.
his yell startles her to move though, and she ducks away from a toothy, wet snap;
pivoting herself to face it again, mirai shance a look his way, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. ] H-How do we get out?
[ were they given instructions?? was she listening?? ]
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[ IT'S WORTH A SHOT even if there's a 99.9999% chance it won't work.
Yato's following up his bottle-toss by launching himself at the monster, heel first, slamming his boot into its side. the hit successfully knocks it back, but doesn't appear to have done any visible damage to its leathery exterior.
he kicks it a second time for good measure before hopping out of bite range, unusually light on his feet. at least he's got that going for him. it's pretty clear he intends to keep it busy, if nothing else. ]