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haine-kleine · 3 months ago

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as someone who has been playing mysme since the release and developed a hyperfixation as soon as i first laid eyes on the edgy mysterious twink, i just want to say how annoying i find the soft retcon of Saeran's redesign.

the deal with his eye colour and hair colour has never been explained throughout the 9 years of the game's existence so the fandom developed their own crazy theories about the elixir genetically changing his appearance, which i was sure was fanon bullshit up until the Ray After Ending release.

and you know what, okay, him still looking like Ray/Unknown/Evil!Saeran in the AE might be chalked down to very little time passing since he was rescued from the cult. what i find more annoying is the new official arts consistently depicting him with the white hair in what is clearly intended as post-canon content. do they really think we won't be able to tell the twins apart if they both had red hair???

just look at the 707 AE Saeran. what a beautiful little tomato. the red hair is such a clear and natural sign of him accepting both himself and Saeyoung and healing from the years of brainwashing and hatred.

does the red colour clash with his pale skin? maybe, a little. but should you really pick aesthetics over essence when you are writing a story about IDENTICAL TWINS? a story where you have already defined the white haired, ghostly look as an unhealthy state of the character whose happy ending is about accepting his past and reuniting with his twin brother, whom he had been brainwashed to hate by the designated Evil Manipulating Story Villain?

in the originally released After Story for Saeran, following 707's route good ending, he looks like a washed out, unhealthily pale copy of Saeyoung. he is meant to look a little off-putting, because that's the literal visual depiction of his physical and mental state, which was amazing writing!

this is the healthy, default state of both characters, because they are identical twins. it was their separation that had started the tragic backstory for both Saeran and 707. on top of lying to the boys and forcibly separating them for no real reason other than Evulz™, Rika had altered Saeran's physical appearance, erasing all physical likeness to Saeyoung that she could. it doesn't really matter whether she had convinced Saeran that it would be safer for him to look different, if she had asked him to dye his hair and start wearing colored contacts or if she had painstakingly developed a chemical formula that would permanently change his eye and hair colour, as ridiculous as that particular theory is, the point is that looking the way Unknown does would certainly be associated by Saeran as a very dark place in his life. that would be the time when he had less agency over himself than he ever did, and we are talking about a person who was often physically restricted, starved and deprived of water by their primary caretaker since they were a child. other than MC in the Ray route, Saeyoung would be the only person who had ever cared about him since he was born, and Rika manipulating him into despising his brother, from Saeran's point of view after he learns the truth and has the time and safe space to self-reflect would be especially cruel. Saeran is naturally a very affectionate and loyal to a fault person, who is extremely insecure and believes he doesn't have anything else to offer to the person he cares about other than his loyalty.

for this reason, i firmly believe that whatever is the actual reason behind his hair and eye colour, Saeran absolutely would dye his hair red if anything just to show Saeyoung physical evidence of his forgiveness. my headcanon is that even if his hair does keep naturally growing out white, he would dye it for the rest of his life, so that his past as Rika's brainwashed lapdog can be left behind him, instead of buried in the nearest mirror.

for his eye colour situation, i still don't believe the colour was permanently changed, unless Rika was fucked up enough to make him go through a surgery treatment for that, but this is an angsty scenario for another day. my interpretation is that both twins have horrible eyesight from staring into phone and computer screens for 75% of their waking time, but unlike Saeyoung who had bitten the bullet and accepted he is blind without having glasses on, Saeran had started wearing colored contacts with prescription. considering this change had happened while under Rika's care, it's pretty obvious she would be the one to buy him the contacts, so the 'mint eye' fits the whole idea. this leaves several new points for interpretation though. first, Rika is the one who taught both twins to hack, so i am choosing to believe miss girl also has terrible eyesight but wears eye contacts because she is obsessed with always looking her absolute best and avoids touching glasses for this reason. Saeyoung's glasses being a fashion statement (as goofy as they may be) aside, knowing how awful Saeran was at taking care of himself while living in the cult, i am absolutely sure the 'damn bitch you live like this?' boy may have kept forgetting to take his contacts out before sleep but would keep pushing against the irritation and eye tiredness, because it would never occur to him to just. buy a pair of glasses.

which is how we end up with this scenario.

knowing the Choi twins' particular brand of soap opera drama, the whole thing would boil down to a misunderstanding. Saeran, who had never been taught actual self-care skills because all of his caretakers were either intent on murdering him, never learned these skills themselves, or some combination of both, would just keep wearing his old colored contacts even past the expiration date, because there is no Rika to order him a new pair and because it never occurs to him that his bad eyesight can be helped with clear contacts or a pair of glasses. Saeyoung, who is still a dedicated expert at self-loathing, would interpret Saeran's continued use of the mint colored contacts as yet another way to show him how much he hates him, refusing to share an eye colour with his twin unless he is asleep. the misunderstanding would continue on and on without either mentioning anything until Saeran's eyes are going red and he can't blink without crying so Saeyoung rushes him to an ophthalmologist and then MC bonks both of them over the head for their shared refusal to mention anything.

on a less related note but since i am writing a whole essay bitching about character design, let me once again mention Ray's route redesign. what was even the reason oh my god. he was already perfectly fine as Unknown. he is still Saeyoung's identical twin, why give him the huge moe anime girl eyes? i see the dedication to woobifying him as much as possible, but he was already Mr Woobie Worldwide as kid!Saeran, like??

look at this absolute ray of sunshine (ha). i promise we won't care for him any less if his eyes aren't twice are huge as his tsundere twin brother.

look at these pictures and tell me they didn't give my poor man a whole cosmetic surgery while preparing him for the Ray route. the game was never famous for their consistent art style, but at the very least, looking at the old art, you could tell the two characters were clearly intended as identical twins, when put side by side. from the Ray route onwards, Saeran is consistently depicted as Saeyoung's uwu bug eyed cutie little bwother :3

the one thing i do like about the chronological progression of his character design is the pipeline from Ray/Evil!Saeran to Unknown. since more time has passed in the main route, there are telling signs that Rika is not as controlling of Saeran as she was two years ago. this is starkly highlighted by her abandoning him/forcing him out of the cult in one of Yoosung's bad endings, but also pretty prominent in his physical appearance. Ray still believed himself to be ugly, but he was putting consistent effort into his appearance, in both identities. his hair is perfectly bleached and brushed, he is wearing those formal attires, even the Saeran identity is running around spreading mayhem in a perfectly tailored and ironed black suit.

two years later, Saeran is going on his infiltration missions in a leather jacket cuntily leaning off his tattooed shoulder (which i am 85% sure was his own idea that Rika wasn't involved in) with studded bracelets and leather chokers. knowing what we know of Rika, it's very hard for me to imagine her approving of this kind of style lmao. his hair is also in a much worse condition, having not seen brush in ages and not even wild in the style Ray route!Saeran's was or Saeyoung's naturally is, slightly longer, visibly damaged. the bleach job is a mess, leaving him with the famous pink tips that Ray was clearly missing.

the one thing i hate however is that in V's after ending, where he supposedly rescues Saeran and miraculously takes such a good care of him that it works better than therapy... his hair is still fucking white. this version of Saeran wanted to reunite with his brother more than any others did, and had more time to himself after being rescued from Mint Eye, and for some reason he or V just kept bleaching his hair? i can hear the choir of 'it's not that deep', but personally? yes, it is that deep. all of the non-Mint Eye endings for Saeran are inherently bound to be about change, and for a sweet uwu twin who is very explicitly transformed by their tragic backstory narrative, in a visual novel game i can't believe we only have two (2) cgs of adult Saeran with his natural hair colour, one of which doesn't even come from the in-game content.

Cheritz please release my boy from the contract forbidding him to change his appearance ever since he got his own route.

In conclusion, red haired!golden eyed!Saeran deserves rights and to be seen more

#like... if they could afford to give Yoosung a haircut and/or his natural hair colour back #to give Jaehee back her long hair #to give us several cgs of Zen with his hair down or even a wig #to give Vi long hair in his route and then a haircut in the AE #TO GIVE SEVEN SEVERAL CROSSDRESSING CGS #why is my poor boy Saeran robbed of his own eye and hair colour #thanks for coming to my ted talk about an otome boy's hair this was very important to my teenage self to put into words #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi

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ch-cherryhair · 1 month ago

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no i think 707’s discord kitten might just be interested in 707

so i got this game again after like a year of playing and getting the same ending over and over, so i never really learned the whole story. and I GOT SUCKED INTO YOOSUNGS ROUTE RAH. no hate to yoosung i just wanna date the love of my life 707 but NOOO.

i haven’t played the full game or his route yet so no spoilers but i know a little about his character like the 4th wall breaking and stuff and i think that’s really cool, he’s just a little bean and he’s so chaotic he’s my favorite foreverrrrrr was since i first found the game and will always be 💗

marry me 7

#mysme 707 #mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mm 707 #707

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brighteststar707 · 1 year ago

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To Disappear Under the Sun

✦ Character: 707

✦ Words: 3062

This is me expanding on this call from day 6 of 707's route! Warning: agent angst ahead.

“Status check, Agent 707?”

“All clear, Agent. Withdrawing now.”

“Time estimate?”

“Ten minutes at most. You have permission to withdraw.”

“Copy.” The little voice crackles then cuts out completely in Seven’s earpiece and he is left in silence. It’s hasty for Seven to send him out, but this mission has been going so smoothly, he sees no reason to have him out there any longer.

He is deep in the basement of a corporate building, a cockroach scurrying under the polished shoes of the oblivious corporate workers upstairs. So far, the mission has been going suspiciously well. He managed to slip into the office of his target unnoticed, steal all the information he needed, and get out again without alerting a single person. Though, none of this has done anything to ease the tension he has felt since entering the basement. With its fluorescent lighting and nearly-unnatural silence, the whole place has a liminal feeling that Seven is keen to be rid of.

And he’s close now. He can feel his heart thrumming in his chest and a strange buzz in his fingers that tells him that his adrenaline rush is wearing off. He is more than ready to get out of here.

One turn. Through another doorway, careful to stay out of view of the cameras he knows are positioned there. Another turn.

As he moves down one of countless dark hallways, he hears the little voice in his earpiece confirm that they have gotten out safely. He’s the last one left. Only a few more minutes and he’ll join them. He has the route memorized. He just needs to go up a staircase, through the door to the basement, and out of the back entrance. Vanderwood should be waiting there with the car to get them out of there.

He is about to start climbing the stairs when the door at the top of the staircase opens and he comes face-to-face with someone who definitely shouldn't have been there. It was supposed to be guarded – was guarded up until a few minutes ago – by another agent. Seven curses under his breath. There is a moment of silence, each of them weighing the options. Then, Seven makes his second mistake: he runs back into the basement, the way he came.

He hears shouts from behind him, the person calling for backup, and the thundering of steps on his heels.

But he is faster. He always is.

He works his way back down the hall, mind working through possible escapes at breakneck speed. There is no way past them. Anyone who could have helped him is gone. He tries anyway to call out the emergency code over his earpiece, but he gets no reply.

Three turns and through two more doors, and he comes across a door with a heavy-looking handle and a big warning sign on the outside.

KEEP OUT

AUTHORISED PERSONNEL ONLY

Based on Seven’s experience, doors like this usually come with heavy-duty locks. And, if anything, the sign might convince his pursuers to look elsewhere. Either way, he’s running out of time. He tugs it open and quickly disappears inside.

The room is noticeably a few degrees hotter than the hallway outside. As his eyes adjust to the light, he can see why: he has found his way into the building’s boiler room. All around him there are pipes leading up into the rest of the building and against the back wall, there are three big boilers.

A piece of good news: the machines are making enough noise to cover up anything he says or does.

He takes this opportunity to test out his radio. He tries reaching Vanderwood, but he doesn’t receive a reply. Whether it’s because he doesn’t have any signal this far down or because they’re all gone, he can’t know.

Well then, he will just have to wait.

His eyes adjust to the darkness and he takes in his surroundings. The room itself is small, with nothing more than the boilers and pipes to take up the space. The pipes run across every wall in the room, hot to the touch, and he does his best to stay away from them.

The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and he is starting to feel the injuries he must have sustained during the chase. His lungs ache from running and somewhere on his leg a cut smarts. But he’s alive.

Already, the heat in the room is starting to weigh on him. He is panting from the chase, but breathing does not bring him relief. There is a stubborn tightness in his chest that doesn’t ease and his heart is still racing, even though enough time should have passed for him to calm down. Despite the room being big enough for him to walk around in, he is feeling claustrophobic. He has to fight the urge to throw the door back open and run out into the hallway. Luckily, he is still rational enough to know that it would be suicide.

Instead, he raises his arms over his head and stretches, trying to force more air into his lungs, holding each breath for a few seconds before releasing. It’s a struggle at first, his mind fighting furiously against his body’s urges, but he eventually manages to slow his breathing down.

He can still hear the footsteps of his pursuers roving up and down the hall. Despite still being too antsy to relax, he forces himself to sit down. It won’t do him any good to exert more energy than he has to in this state. He leans back against the wall, tilts his head back, and shuts his eyes. Sweat beads on his upper lip. The back of his neck is damp. He is already thirsty. But he does not think about it.

He waits.

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He idly stares at the wall opposite him and allows his mind to wander. He has paced the room back and forth (and found himself worryingly tired after a few laps). He has counted each of the pipes, even attempted to touch them a few times just out of curiosity (they’re terribly hot). This is far from his first time staking out like this. Every hour or so, he tries to reach the agents outside, but he never receives a reply.

He listens to the voices outside as they come and go. It sounds like the building’s regular security patrol was called in. However, if his target is as paranoid as he seemed to be during Seven’s research, they won’t be the only people on guard.

Time drags by, painfully slowly, and Seven focuses on his breathing. He still feels the urge to run out of the room; he has the odd sense that he’s being cooked from the inside out. Once or twice, he gets up and goes to the door, he finds himself with his hand on the handle before forcing himself to step away. There is no way out of this basement with so many people on guard. Even he isn’t that good.

He has to wait.

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Isolation is a strange thing to endure. Seven is no stranger to spending time alone, but this is a different beast all together. He is cut off from the outside world, slowly losing track of the stakes and all things that might have existed outside the door and its bright safety label. While he is very used to his own company (and often prefers it), his is a presence he’d do anything to escape right now.

He is painfully aware of just how dry his mouth is. It takes immense mental strength to not think about his fridge back home, fully stocked with crisp cold Dr. Pepper cans and water bottles. His whole body, by contrast, is uncomfortably damp. His clothes cling to his body in the most frustrating way, his hair is plastered to his forehead, and he has given up on pushing it out of the way. He can feel as sweat rolls down his skin and can do nothing to make it stop.

It is still hard to breathe. Each breath has the opposite effect and reminds him just how humid the room is. He imagines water filling his lungs with every breath, imagines drowning while dying of thirst. It’d be terribly ironic.

He makes a conscious effort to take deep breaths, but he can’t keep it up for more than a few minutes before he forgets. There is a dull throb starting in his head that he knows is just another sign of dehydration.

It has been around 24 hours since he first got into the boiler room, and it is starting to mess with his mind. Whether it’s the darkness, the heat, or both, he is starting to lose his grip on reality. With nothing else to distract him, his mind turns worryingly dark.

Seven’s identity and existence in daily life are tenuous at best. He is wrapped in so many lies and elaborate facades that he’s not there there’s anything left underneath it all. In this basement, cocooned in concrete, he is completely severed from the outside world. It is easy to imagine that he doesn’t exist at all.

Easier still when he can still hear the frustrated voices of the second round of security guards called in to search for him. They’re starting to doubt whether there was anyone ever there to begin with. It’s starting to sound more and more convincing even to him.

He’s too scared to let himself sleep, but as the hours pass, exhaustion starts to creep up on him.

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He startles awake. A quick glance at his watch tells him he has only been unconscious for two minutes, but his heart is racing like he’s been dreaming for far longer. His eyes shoot to the door out of pure habit. This has been happening every few minutes. It’s extremely exhausting: he exists in this terrifying delirium where he is constantly on the brink of death with no way of escaping.

Nothing feels real. Not the outside, not the threat of being caught, not the work he finished. All that exists are these four walls and the oppressive heat that is pushing hard on his chest. Each breath is strained. In between dreaming of being caught, he dreams of deserts. Sand that’s hot to the touch, beautiful mirages that slip away before he can touch them. He dreams of slipping out of his skin just to feel the cold air again… his head lolls downwards as he drifts off again.

His eyes snap open. Nobody has burst through the doors yet. He is leaning to the side, neck at a painful angle, face dangerously close to one of the exposed heating pipes. He’s one wrong move away from a nasty burn. He pulls himself back upright and shakes his head, as if to throw off the exhaustion. His mind runs in increasingly frustrating circles.

He must not fall asleep. They will eventually find him if he is not vigilant, and God knows what they’ll do to him if they get their hands on him now. Nobody would ever hear from him again. Worse; he’d be a failure. He’ll never see Saeran again. He must not fall asleep.

Then again, if Saeyoung vanishes off the map today, who would mourn him? Sure, his friends might worry for the caricature he created, but what do they know of the person he is underneath it all? There is no name attached to the work he has done for the agency; nobody will ever know what he did. Nobody will know who he died for.

His head pounds.

He must not fall asleep.

He mutters an incoherent prayer, words slurring together until they’re just a stream of consciousness like water, Saeran, please… eyelids already halfway closed again. His head lolls down again…

His cheek hits the pipe.

He lets out a startled cry and leaps to his feet, still half asleep, narrowly missing bashing his head on another pipe. He immediately presses his palm to his mouth, as if to undo the noise he just made, but it’s too late. His outburst has caused some commotion outside. He can hear feet pounding up and down the hallway, the voices of men shouting to each other to search every corner of the basement.

Luckily, the noise of the boiler room has covered up the exact source of Seven’s voice, but it has put them all back onto high alert.

He wobbles, dizzy and uncertain of what to do. His hand probes his cheek to check if the pipe left any lasting damage. His skin is sore, but he’s hoping it’s nothing more serious than that. The last thing he needs right now is a burn to worry about.

He clumsily lowers himself back to the floor – the sudden exertion of him jumping to his feet has made his headache significantly worse – and plants his head firmly between his knees. Sweat drips off his forehead onto the concrete floor. The shock has sent a wave of nausea through him and his limbs are too shaky to be of any use. He has never felt cool in his life. If the guards ever give up searching for him, he doubts he’d have the energy to get up and leave. Maybe he will just sit here until the dehydration or heatstroke take him. Nobody would ever know what happened to him.

It’s almost a relief. He has tried to be invisible for most of his life. It feels like a final gift that he might just disappear from the earth without anybody having to know.

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Sand, as far as the eye can see. Saeyoung, wobbly on his feet, head pounding. A crackly voice in his earpiece, calling his name.

“Status check, Agent Seven?”

His throat is too dry to speak.

“Remember your task. You have ten minutes.”

“Copy.” His voice comes out as a rasp.

The sun overhead, unforgiving and blindingly hot. His hands shaky, a feeling of dread in his gut. He knows he isn’t going to make it out on time.

He isn’t sure where he’s supposed to go, where to find the office that he knows has the information he needs. There isn’t a single building in sight. He stumbles a few steps forward, but moving makes the world spin dangerously under his feet. He is too dizzy to do more than shuffle a few steps forward at a time, the sand only hindering him.

His body aches, and he's sure he can hear footsteps around him somewhere, though there's nobody around to make them. He mutters a prayer under his breath. Whether to escape or to just be put out of this misery, even he isn't sure.

He only manages a few steps before he stumbles and falls. His skin stings where it hit the sand, but he doesn’t have time to recover. He needs shelter, and he needs it fast. He starts to crawl forwards again, desperate for something, anything.

He can't find purchase in the sand. It starts to pull him down deeper, like quicksand. The heat in his body is unbearable. He sinks into the sand, palms then wrists then forearms being swallowed up by the heat.

There is no escape.

He looks up to the sky desperately, when suddenly a shadow is cast over his face. Someone is looking down on him, and he can’t muster up the strength to tell them to get out while they still can. He waits for his eyes to adjust, sun in his eyes, and then gasps.

It’s Saeran staring back at him. A face remarkably similar to his, hair lying just a bit flatter on his head (Seven’s hair has always been more unruly), though just as vibrant as his own. The only thing that surprises Seven is the look of disappointment in Saeran’s face. It's a look he has never seen, and would do anything to never see again. He looks down at Seven like he has already failed him.

“Wake up,” he says. His voice is strangely deep, familiar somehow.

“What?”

“Wake up. Is this what you left me to do? To die all alone? It's pathetic.”

“No- I…”

Saeran leans down so his face is close to Seven’s. He enunciates every word slowly so that Seven’s addled brain can keep up.

“Then. Wake. Up.”

Seven puts all his energy into opening his eyes. It’s the hardest thing he has ever had to do.

“Ah, thank God you’re not dead. C’mon, wake up.”

“Huh?”

Vanderwood stands crouched over him in the boiler room and is shaking his shoulder. Already, there is sweat beading on their forehead.

“I’m getting you out. You want to die here?”

“You found me.” His voice is as hoarse as it was in his dream.

“Obviously. You think I want to deal with the boss yelling at me for losing his best agent?”

Seven can barely keep up. He’s sure he’s hallucinating.

“Huh.” Is all he can say.

“Ugh. Come on.”

Vanderwood heaves Seven off the floor while Seven can do little more than groan at the pounding in his head.

The only thing that somewhat revives him is the first taste of air outside the boiler room. He takes his first full breath in three days. Slowly, Vanderwood half-carries him up the stairs and out of the building and loads him into the car.

Seven is barely conscious (Vanderwood won't let him sleep again) but it hits him: he survived. He exists outside the confines of the concrete and desperate, suffocating heat.

Saeran's dream words come to him again in his delirious state. Is this what you left me to do? To die all alone?

It had never occurred to him before. The agency work had always been vaguely for Saeran's sake. But this was not how it was supposed to end; dying alone and nameless without ever being able to get word back to his brother. He knows this now, suspects that he has always hoped so.

Despite how badly he may wish to disappear back into the earth, it seems that something bigger is awaiting him still.

#my writing #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger Saeyoung #mystic messenger Saeyoung choi #mystic messenger luciel choi #mystic messenger luciel #mystic messenger seven #mysme seven #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #mysme saeyoung choi #if you see any changes appear later no you didn't

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chizue-witchery · 8 months ago

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⚜️. *. ⋆ Fandom: Mystic Messenger

⚜️. *. ⋆ Rating: Teens And Up Audiences

⚜️. *. ⋆ Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

⚜️. *. ⋆ Pairing/s: 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character

⚜️. *. ⋆ Character/s: 707 | Choi Luciel, Main Character, RFA Members, Vanderwood, Choi Saeran

⚜️. *. ⋆ Summary: Seven's world disappears into binaries and codes for a long time until his bunker appears like it never disappeared. Not only that, but he also finds himself back on the day MC enters the chatroom. He tries to understand what it means.

⚜️. *. ⋆ Word Count: 2,711

⚜️. *. ⋆ Tags/Warnings: Reset Theory, 707 Route Spoilers, After Ending Spoilers, Secret Ending Spoilers, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst

⚜️. *. ⋆ Prompts/Squares Filled: Forgotten || @whumptober 2024 Day 2 alt prompt

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AO3

The first time it happened, Seven didn't understand what was happening.

He was happily eating his Honey Buddha Chips while he sat on the sofa when it happened.

The first thing that disappeared was his chips. It turned into binaries and codes while he was mid-bite. He thought it was odd, but he didn't think too much about it. He was going to grab another chip, but the chip bag disappeared, turning into binaries and codes.

He stood up from the couch and noticed how the furniture and his bunker itself were disappearing into binaries and codes. He panicked and avoided any of the binaries and codes going his way. He took out his phone and the only thing he could see was a giant red text that said 'RESET IN PROGRESS'

"What…?" he muttered out loud as he stared at the screen in disbelief. What did it mean by 'reset in progress'?

He received the answer just as everything but him disappeared into binaries and codes. He was left in a black-and-green space that was only filled with binaries and codes.

He walked and walked, but he was getting nowhere.

He tried looking for anything else other than binaries and codes, but there was nothing else. Even the phone in his hand disappeared into binary and codes.

He stayed lying on the ground, waiting for something to happen.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but everything suddenly changed.

His room slowly appeared again, which took him by surprise. He stood up and watched as more of the bunker appeared as though it never disappeared, but it was off.

The state of the bunker didn't look the same before it disappeared.

He slowly sat up and watched as the phone appeared in his hands and dings. He immediately opened it to check the RFA application and his eyes widened when he saw new messages from MC.

The messages MC sent were the same as though it was her first time chatting with them. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood up and looked over at the security cameras in Rika's apartment.

"What the—?" He doesn't understand what's happening.

MC looked the same when she first arrived at the apartment; a nervous wreck, pacing around the apartment and hesitant to touch anything.

The RFA members eventually asked for his help with the newest member in the chatroom, and what was he supposed to say?

He was the one who wanted to question them.

Why didn't they recognize who MC is? Why are they acting like this is their first time meeting her? Why are they talking about her as though they never bonded with her? She is the RFA Coordinator.

But he didn't ask about it in the chatroom. He replied to them, acting like he also didn't know who was the new member in their chatroom. He chatted endlessly while he went to check on his computer, hoping to check if any of his files had been saved.

None of the files that dated back eleven days ago were saved.

The date on the bottom right of his computer was on the same day MC arrived at the apartment and the Unknown hacker infiltrated the chatrooms.

How…?

Did he travel back in time? But that didn't explain the binaries and codes.

Was the past eleven days a vivid dream he had?

It had to be, right? There's no other explanation for this.

He smiled as he looked back at his phone, following the messages alongside and adding his own whenever he had something he wanted to say.

Once everyone left the chatroom, he leaned back in his chair as a sigh escaped his lips.

He doesn't understand what's happening…

The first time it happened, Seven didn't understand what was happening.

He was happily eating his Honey Buddha Chips while he sat on the sofa when it happened.

"What…?" he muttered out loud as he stared at the screen in disbelief. What did it mean by 'reset in progress'?

He received the answer just as everything but him disappeared into binaries and codes. He was left in a black-and-green space that was only filled with binaries and codes.

He walked and walked, but he was getting nowhere.

He tried looking for anything else other than binaries and codes, but there was nothing else. Even the phone in his hand disappeared into binary and codes.

He stayed lying on the ground, waiting for something to happen.

He didn't know how long he stayed there, but everything suddenly changed.

His room slowly appeared again, which took him by surprise. He stood up and watched as more of the bunker appeared as though it never disappeared, but it was off.

The state of the bunker didn't look the same before it disappeared.

He slowly sat up and watched as the phone appeared in his hands and dings. He immediately opened it to check the RFA application and his eyes widened when he saw new messages from MC.

The messages MC sent were the same as though it was her first time chatting with them. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood up and looked over at the security cameras in Rika's apartment.

"What the—?" He doesn't understand what's happening.

MC looked the same when she first arrived at the apartment; a nervous wreck, pacing around the apartment and hesitant to touch anything.

The RFA members eventually asked for his help with the newest member in the chatroom, and what was he supposed to say?

He was the one who wanted to question them.

Why didn't they recognize who MC is? Why are they acting like this is their first time meeting her? Why are they talking about her as though they never bonded with her? She is the RFA Coordinator.

None of the files that dated back eleven days ago were saved.

The date on the bottom right of his computer was on the same day MC arrived at the apartment and the Unknown hacker infiltrated the chatrooms.

How…?

Did he travel back in time? But that didn't explain the binaries and codes.

Was the past eleven days a vivid dream he had?

It had to be, right? There's no other explanation for this.

He smiled as he looked back at his phone, following the messages alongside and adding his own whenever he had something he wanted to say.

Once everyone left the chatroom, he leaned back in his chair as a sigh escaped his lips.

He doesn't understand what's happening…

The sixteenth time it happened, Seven believed that he was stuck on a time loop.

His bunker reverted to what it looked like eleven days ago. All of his messy Honey Buddha Chips lying on the ground were gone. His clothes were free from the messy stains he didn't bother cleaning.

He checked his phone, and they were talking to MC like she's a stranger. Again.

Her replies remain the same, but there were also some odd ones in it, talking about a game. But he believes she's just joking around.

Other than that, there was nothing different about it.

Her first day remains mostly the same, almost like a pattern.

The start of a change began during the second day onwards. She would reply differently to each RFA member, except there were times when she favored one over the rest.

She would grow close to any of them until the other eventually grew feelings towards her by the fifth day.

Then something bad would always happen afterwards.

The security system messes up, Unknown comes to try to kidnap her, the love interest comes and saves her before it happens, drama involving their personal lives, and the RFA Party happens smoothly.

Sometimes he and someone else would go to this place called 'Mint Eye' to find out more about the 'Unknown' hacker that he could never seem to figure out their true identity.

There's a part of him that wonders if he already knew, but something is preventing him from remembering who the Hacker is.

The thirty-third time it happened, Seven was now being pursued by MC.

He wondered what the sudden change was.

She never went for him in the other time loops. She always went for the other RFA members—never him.

He thought she was just joking around, replying to her messages flirtatiously, and following along with her calls with entertainment.

His heart slowly warmed up to her charms, and he found himself unconsciously smiling whenever he watched as she left him messages right where the CCTV could see them.

He grew tired of work that he'd been constantly re-doing every time the time loops back to the beginning of her arrival. He is distracted by her and Vanderwood knows it. He came inside the bunker and demanded he get back to work, especially when he was backlogging everything.

He grew so careless that he had almost forgotten about the situation that always happened on the fifth day.

He saw his computer screen light up in codes while there was a red skull that was giving him a warning. The RFA server was hacked.

He was hacked.

He focused on getting the systems back together and tightening the security. While he was working on tightening the security system, he received several messages from the RFA members, asking him about the strange alarm they heard from the app. He tried to keep it as vague as possible until he was sure he had the systems under control.

And once he finally got the servers back to normal, he entered the chatroom and explained the situation. He smiled when MC kept the situation light, not letting her fears get to her. She continued to joke around despite the others being concerned.

He knew he should be over it by now, but he couldn't help but worry about her. He saw the way she paced around the apartment while nervously biting her fingers. He saw the way she stared at the emails, yet to be responded to, before closing the monitor and opening the RFA app. So he called her.

And it seemed like she knew he was worried about her because she was reassuring him of his concerns. She made him laugh, despite the danger she didn't know she was in. She trusted him.

It made his heart soar.

So he went on and built a little robot dog that could spit fire. He thought it was a good idea at first until he thought of the possible injuries she might sustain from it. He showed it to her in the chatroom and she loved it. She loved anything that he made, even though she didn't know all of them.

However, he had to leave to focus more on strengthening the security system in Rika's apartment and finding the hacker.

He called her a few hours later, finally finding a few minutes of free time on his already-packed schedule of things to work on. He worried about her, reassuring her to no end. He played along with her before ending the call with a laugh.

He wanted to meet her badly, but he couldn't.

Vanderwood was watching him, making sure he did his work. He complained to no end and Vanderwood told him he was getting attached.

And that made him freeze.

He wasn't allowed to get attached.

He ignored Vanderwood and instead watched the security monitors, his face flushing when she smiled at him widely with a handwritten message for him to take a break.

So cute, so cute… he thought as he groaned while covering his face. He was distracted by her.

His thoughts are swarming with her, her, her.

He wanted to meet her in person.

He threw those thoughts away, shaking his head.

He can't have romantic feelings towards her.

By the seventh day and onwards, he stayed inside Rika's apartment, along with MC. He tried fixing the security system while being cold towards her.

He didn't want to, but he had already put her life in danger.

Not to mention, he found out the Unknown hacker was his brother.

It made him question what happened to Saeran after he left. He grew suspicious and untrustworthy of V and wondered if he knew about it the entire time.

He tried avoiding talking to MC. He told her that he acts differently in real life compared to his goofy messages in the chatroom. However, she never gave up on him.

No matter how stubborn he was, she never gave up.

So, he hesitated to open his heart towards her. It took a while before he began to open up his past to her, showing her the USB files she tried to access and it was all images of his brother, Saeran.

He gave her the robot cat he destroyed, taking extra care to make sure the robot cat was in a perfect state.

He told her to wait for him as he held her hands and she accepted it.

He goes against V's orders and opens the drawers to see secret documents. He finds an earlier version of the logo found in the emails the RFA members received, as well as blueprints for the building where the emails were sourced.

He stopped the car once they arrived at the building. He and MC went inside and looked around the room. They wandered until they found the computer room. He went on and hacked the monitors, trying to get as much information about 'Mint Eye', but his brother arrived.

He tried convincing Saeran about the truth of what happened, but he didn't believe him. MC showed the contents of the floppy disks. He thought Saeran would finally understand him, but he didn't.

His brother broke down and left in such a hurry.

He and MC left the room to chase after him, but all they saw was V.

V admitted that he saw Vanderwood take Saeran away.

V asked for forgiveness.

He did not accept.

He no longer trusted V.

However, his new mission is to save Saeran.

He told MC she could leave, but she stayed with him.

They didn't join the RFA party.

He held MC's hands as he told her to refer to him by his real name from now on.

She smiled at him. Instead of responding, she kisses him instead.

He held MC close to his chest as they both laid on the bed.

He whispered to her of his fears, and his desire to be with her forever.

He didn't know whether he would survive or not.

He asks if he can embrace her, and she accepts.

He lowered his head so he could properly look at her. She looked back at him, her eyes warm and full of love.

He closes his eyes as his lips make contact with hers.

He finally saved Saeran.

He finally got his brother back—

He was so overjoyed he couldn't stop smiling.

He spun MC around, laughter bubbling in his throat as he looked at her with so much love and affection.

It would take a lot of rehabilitation and therapy for Saeran to recover from his experience in the Mint Eye, and he knows it very well.

He won't leave him.

Never again.

His world is back to binaries and codes when he opens his eyes.

Oh.

… right—

He had forgotten about it, too elated to be with MC and reuniting with his brother again.

"Hah…" he chuckled as tears ran down his face. He didn't bother wiping them away, relieved no one would see him in this state.

And yet, it also feels lonely.

Why did he even—

He told himself he wasn't supposed to fall in love with MC, but he couldn't help it. Her charm and personality drew him closer to her. His heart soared whenever she flirted back.

He loved listening to her voice whenever they were on a call.

He loved how she made him laugh.

He loved watching her on the monitor and how she would leave him messages through it or make funny faces.

He wanted her to be his forever.

And she was.

And then she wasn't anymore.

The one hundred and second time it happened, Seven cried.

He finally understands what's happening.

He was not stuck on a time loop.

He was stuck in a game.

He is nothing but a fictional character that exists for the player to fall in love with.

It explains why MC's messages keep changing. It explains why no one remembers what happens.

It explains why MC acts different towards him whenever it was his turn to be pursued. It hurts every time she does.

However, it doesn't explain why he's the only one who remembers everything. He asked the other RFA members about it, but they all replied, not understanding what he meant by it.

He was still unsure whether he was right about it or not, so he joked about it during the chatrooms. Sometimes MC would reply ominously, but there were a few times she didn't know what he was talking about.

He had doubts whenever she didn't know what he meant by it, but the more frequent the odd replies were, the more he believed his theory to be true.

And he doesn't know what to do with this information.

It's world-changing to him.

Seven doesn't know how many times MC has reset the game.

He has grown tired of it.

He is used to MC's patterns.

He knows what happens next. He knows what happens by the end of the eleventh day.

However, the endings change.

The normal ending, the good ending, and the bad ending.

He never liked the bad endings, but those seem to happen often. He doesn't understand why the player likes the bad endings, sometimes a little more than the good endings.

But that didn't matter.

His world repeats over and over again.

And he is the only one who remembers.

He lives his life in a lie.

His thoughts, dialogue—basically everything about him is all because of binaries and codes.

Or maybe he is an error.

707.

A memory that can't be freed or removed.

Was it a coincidence he was named after the 707 error or did the developers make him remember every single route the player takes to make his character more interesting?

He demands answers from them, but he knows he'll never be able to reach far enough for their coding to not affect his decisions and thinking.

He has no control over his own life.

He even begins to question whether what he's thinking right now is his own thoughts or another thing coded on him.

He has grown used to the black and green walls covered in binaries and codes as he awaited for the player to play the game.

His world shifts into color as his bunker appears.

His phone dings and he sighs, putting on a smile as he opens the RFA chatroom to meet the player again.

A/N: i have not played the game for over 3-4 years so i apologize if it's a little inaccurate. i used my pre-existing knowledge of mystic messenger lore and research to make sure i got some of it right.

i genuinely thought i would fail again at writing at least one mystic messenger fanfic every year but luckily, the alt prompt stopped it from happening.

#whumptober #whumptober2024 #no.2 #forgotten #altprompt #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #choi luciel #mystic messenger mc #fic #rfa members #vanderwood #choi saeran #707 reset theory #mystic messenger fanfic

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year ago

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Heey, raven, have you ever heard or played Mystic messenger? It's a Korean otome game, and there's this one character named Ray/unknown/Saeran, and he looks almost similar to Rollo 💀

So when they first introduced Rollo in twist, i immediately thought, "Saeran, is that you?!" Not only do both of them have white hair with dark circles under their eyes, but both are antagonist with religious backgrounds AND brother issues! Like, what a freaking coincidence!!

I used to play MysMes, but I dropped it way before Saeran’s route was released. (I think the only routes I managed to complete were Jumin Han’s and Zen’s? It got to be too much of a time sink for me.) So sorry, but I don’t really have much context for this character other than he’s a hacker and 707’s twin 💦

I’m not sure if I see the similarities with Rollo…? The hairstyle is nothing alike and even the colors are different (Saeran’s is much whiter and has a slight reddish fade). Dark undereye circles are a plus though— As far as I’m aware, his brother is also still alive…? (And while I do get religious vibes from Rollo, this was not explicitly confirmed! Meanwhile MysMes is up in here with an outright friggin’ CULT 💀)

I asked some friends who are more familiar with the character for their opinions and they didn’t think he and Rollo are that similar at all 🤔 Without going too much into spoilers, they said Saeran’s too much of a cinnamon roll (while Rollo isn’t) and that Saeran is less of an antagonist or mastermind and more of a victim of the circumstances. I’m just parroting what I was told though 🤷‍♀️ since I don’t know enough on the character to comment myself!

#twisted wonderland #twst #Rollo Flamme #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Mystic Messenger #mysmes #Saeran Choi #notes from the writing raven #question #mystic messenger spoilers #mysmes spoilers #707 #jumin han #zen

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cintax3rror · 1 year ago

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I haven't done an analysis post in a little bit but I have gotten into Mystic Messenger again recently, now that I finally have enough to do 707's route, I'm late, I know...

This analysis may have already been realized by people years ago BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE SEVEN AND WOULD LIKE TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS WITH THE CLASS ok ty and ofc

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SPOILERS BELOW FOR 707'S ROUTE IF YOU'RE LATE LIKE ME >_0

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So this is about 707's robot dog that spits fire,

This dog was made by Seven because he simply couldn't focus, this dog is brought up again in the chat below.

Seven has feelings for MC by this point, he built this robot to distract himself from these feelings, love had been foreign to him up until this point. He doesn't like it and wants to push it away. That being said however, he only doesn't like it because he CAN'T be in love. While he would LIKE to have a life where he could be in love... he can't because of his job as a hacker who deals with a lot of dangerous situations, if he fell in love it wouldn't just be him that's in jeopardy, his love would be too. Furthermore, now that he's in love with MC, he's refusing it to not have her in harm's way. Even though he refuses to talk about his feelings, straight up denying it, he still doesn't hide his feelings totally. When I say that it's pretty obvious like duh Cintax there's context clues everywhere that he likes MC I get that but what I mean is I think he QUITE LITERALLY built his feelings. Remember that robot dog? It's a cute little thing but it's angry and spitting out fire. I may be heavily reaching here from this point on but stick with me, this dog, I think, is a manifestation of Seven right now. More specifically, his feelings. The dog is supposed to be a representation of how his feelings have made him the complete opposite of how he normally acts. Seven likes cats, no, that's an understatement, he LOVES cats. But the choice to make him build a dog instead speaks more volume to me... why would a cat obsessed person... build a dog instead? I know he doesn't HATE dogs (I think) but it's still a weird choice, why would the devs make him build a dog instead of a cat? If he wants to distract himself wouldn't he want to do that by building something he LOVES? Dogs have been seen as the complete opposite of cats for years before this one, as this is apparent, Seven is acting the complete opposite of himself BECAUSE of his feelings for MC. This dog is him, the complete opposite of himself who is a cat lover, he's completely lost because of his feelings and he hates it. The dog is spitting out fire, looking furious, he hates the fact he's in love and is in such a state of confusion and denial. He's so confused why he keeps worrying about her, why he keeps thinking about her, why he wants to hear her voice.

This kind of concept, he wants to enjoy it so much but because of his job he feels he can't indulge. Cutting back to the chatroom, Yoosung says, "Don't throw away the robot..." the reason as to why Yoosung cares about the dog so much is a bit blurry but I can read this as Yoosung saying "Don't throw away your feelings..." if we lean more into the assumption that this dog is a manifestation of Seven's feelings. This puts a whole new perspective. Yoosung doesn't want Seven to turn or toss away his feelings, he wants the opposite. Previously, I don't have screenshots for this one but when this dog is first brought up, some group members talk about how Seven should give MC the dog. And going with the metaphor I'm running with, this could be seen as a metaphor of Seven giving all his feelings to MC, messy part and all, it also shows the fire with how dangerous he is, part of his true self, almost nothing like how he was before due to his hatred towards his own heart.

Don't throw away your feelings Seven, though it feels like you have to.

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Idk if this is gonna be brought up later I JUST got done with day 8 as I finish writing this... help me. Who knew you needed a heart made out of netherite to survive this damn route I'M IN SHAMBLES OVER HERE. I KNEW THERE WAS MORE TO HIM BUT ???????????

Anyway, if you really read allat,, thank you, you're cool >_0

To patch the hole, here's some silly cats and until next time >_0!!

#mystic messenger 707 #707 #707 my beloved #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger #character analysis #707 mm #707 obsession #game analysis #maybe im reading into this too much idk #me when i overanalyze a damn robot dog #guys please help im crying over this route free me

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