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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 05:11:51 No.69959093 Report
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What if there was a secret ending and the closest you ever got to it was E4, and Naomi was so pissed because you were so close to it yet irreparably fumbled it by the time she dragged you aside before prom? She spent so long trying to egg you onto the path because she’s forbidden from directly telling you what you need to do outright, and so can only act from the shadows. She will never have the luxury of sharing such rich knowledge with the player, lest she suffer hellish consequences
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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 05:15:39 No.69959155 Report
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If Naomi had any knowledge of the games events she definitely try to fuck with it even with serious consequences.
Just Naomi.
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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 05:15:46 No.69959158 Report
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E5 is the one where she finally escapes from the the cycle. Its the one, true, final ending.
>>69959123
She almost certainly loses naser in every ending except E1 where naser technically loses her. Their relationship was built on a house of cards and bound to collapse eventually since neither of them were able to actually communicate to each other (Naomi since she viewed naser as way out of her league, Naser since he's kinda dense) and actually address the issues in their relationship.
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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 05:19:26 No.69959210 Report
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>What Naomi hears and sees every time someone starts up a new game
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebqsSzmJE9o
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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 06:41:26 No.69960451 Report
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>I wake up from the same dream. Always the same one that I can never remember ten seconds after it ends.
>Lethargically, I get up out of bed. It's not the same one I fell asleep in, but I knew that was going to happen.
>Today is January 6th, 2020. Probably around 5 or so in the morning. Maybe earlier, seeing as the light levels outside have yet to even hint at sunrise.
>Like clockwork, I turn on my light and drag myself to the mirror to confirm what I already know. I'm back in my old, high school body.
>I just stare at myself for a small eternity. Not at my body, I know how that looks, I stare into my eyes.
>Eyes that are aged, wizened and dead. All in that order. Eyes that have seen far more than any one person should ever be able to. Again and again and again.
>Though mostly, my eyes are just tired. Tired of this loop I’ve been stuck in for God knows how long. Ah well, at least in the last one I had no illusions of hope of it being the final one.
>I knew the second I saw Fang, or I guess she might have been Lucy at that point, crying in the halls of Volcano High and running away from Trish.
>It must be earlier than I thought, since I don’t hear my alarm for a while and I’m left staring. Thinking. Planning. Trying to figure out how the hell I can get those two together in the “Right” way.
>Trying to figure out how I can escape this dammed loop.
>Right away I rule out suicide. I’ve tried that before and it didn’t work.
>Oh, not in the “I failed to kill myself” way. I DEFINITELY succeeded. Multiple times. Too many to count in fact.
>I just know that were to say, go outside right now and chop my own head off or stab myself through the heart or jump of a building or burn myself alive or drown myself or… any of the other rather creative methods I’ve tried.
>I’d just end up waking back up in bed.
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Anonymous Mon 14 Oct 2024 06:42:26 No.69960469 Report
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>Pulling a vanishing act is also out of the question. Every time I’ve tried that I just end up back here after a few years. Usually not long after one of those two die.
>Being overbearing is also not an option. I’d rather not be the first victim of a school shooting again.
>Though I guess the last time I tried that option someone else was the first to die, given that Fang decided to go for the torso that time.
>Asking someone else for help is a no go, as they’ll either not believe me in the best case, or I’ll end up institutionalized. Again.
>Or I’ll tell them too much and things will get… complicated.
>I suppose that this time I’ll have to try the subtle approach again. Same as last time.
>I begin to mentally go through the coming six or so months, trying to remember every major interaction I’ll have with Fang or Anon or their friends, and trying to figure out what I can do differently this time.
>It would help if I knew what goal I was working towards. Or even why I’m so completely and utterly certain that it’s the relationship between those two that’s the crux of these loops.
>I sigh, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and slap my cheeks.
>”Alright Naomi” I say, addressing the woman in the mirror like she’s a different person. “Time to get this loop started.”
>I put on my best mask, one meticulously crafted through literal eons of practice, and start to once again pretend that I’m just… Naomi. The high school girl who’s so in love with her boyfriend that she changed her entire personality to try and be good to him.
>A girl that’s happy and cheery on the outside, but secretly worried, trying desperately to not be the quiet, wall flower of a girl the person the one she’s doing all this for ACTUALLY fell in love with.
>A girl that’s... Normal. Real. Not whatever the hell I’ve become over all these loops.