Kyoko finished her name on the page

Kyoko finished writing in her name, giggling as she did so. Someone was trying to scare her, but they'd have to work harder if they wanted to shake up the famous Ultimate Detective, Kyoko Kutiehottie. She was used to being underestimated because of her bombshell good looks.

The blonde-headed detective tossed her single braid, a smile on her brightly painted lips. "Whoever you are, I know you're thinkin' like 'Oh, because she dresses all in pink like a total fashion icon, and has a totally hot bod n'all, she's, like, a total bimbo n'junk, right? I know you're watchin' me somewhere, gettin' hot and bothered, right?" Kyoko rose to her feet and playfully struck a pose, winking and showing off her aforementioned "hot bod." She had a tight, all pink ensemble, bejeweled to the nines. Her small jacket and long tie did little to hide the impressive cleavage that thrust through, barely restrained by her barely-buttoned light pink undershirt. Her miniskirt hugged tightly to the curves of her ass, and her tall, high-heeled boots framed her incredible, bronze-tanned legs.

No one emerged to give her the response she was looking for. She pouted, crossing her arms below her breasts. "Ugh. All right, then, loser lame-os. If you want a piece-a all this hotness, I'm just gonna be here, like solving your mystery, mkay?" She plopped her round bottom back in her chair and twirled her glitter pen idly, looking at the sparkling words and cute stickers on the page in front of her. "Ugh. I was gonna, like, write about my gloves and hair and junk? Why? Bo-oring," she groaned. "Seriously, like, take a picture, it'll last longer, 'mirite?"

She took another look at the files and papers around her, blew a raspberry, then got up and did another curve-accentuating stretch. "Seriously for real, though, I am not about all this paperwork. If some pink Popup whatever is gonna pop out in fronta me, like, how am I even gonna know? All my junk is already pink anywa-ay, cuz like, it's the prettiest co-olor, duh. So, like, if an evil mastermind wants to jump out or somethin', go right ahead, y'know where to find me, but this studyin' is totally not me. It's a waste to have a body lookin' THIS good stuck in a place THIS nerdy, y'know? Like OMG it's seriously hilarious! Kill me for real."

By this point, Kyoko had a better idea of what she wanted to do. She'd whipped out her pastel pink cell phone and opened the photo app, then turned the orientation to face her for selfies. She gave her cutest duck-faced pout to the camera, then took the snap. She navigated to her social media page. For some reason, it barely had any messages, and what was there seemed to be dry posts related to her work as a detective. "Ohmygawd, this page is, like, a social media ghosttown for real. Let's get some likes and reposts goin' here, mkay?" She posted the image of herself with a caption. "Feelin' cute, solvin' crimes!" She added several emoji: a single magnifying glass, several winks and blown kisses, and a bunch of hearts. "Aaand... send. Mmm... I deserved that break. Now I should... get back to these papers, huh..."

She let out another sigh, resting her face cheeks on her fists as she rested her ass cheeks on the table. She picked up a case file in a plain office folder, opened it up, and tried to absorb the tiny print that was on the page. "Blah blah blah, unsolved case, yada yada yada, turned into a blonde bimbo... Ugh!" She tossed the folder carelessly onto the desk, then turned to stretch out across the entire surface, kicking a stack of papers she'd carefully organized earlier onto the floor. "I can't with all these words right now! Like seriously, I seriously can not! Isn't it a total waste for a hottie like me to be doin' this anyway?"

She turned on her desk, curving her ass up into the air and chewing on the tip of her pen subconsciously, then peeked back at her social media page. "All right! Looks like the reactions are rollin' in. Lessee... "What the fuck what the fuck... what's up with you where are you... did you get hacked... Oh, here we go! Lookin' good. Hot. Nice. Lookin' hot, very nice. Now that's social media presence. Just gotta update this profile pic. My gawd, why the heck do I look so pale in this pic?"

She finished scrolling to the bottom. In spite of the positive reactions showing up, something was bothering her. "Uh... Like where the heck is Makoto? Is he, like... not checking my feed? OMG, he's such a little dork... Does he, like, not have my notifs on? What the heck, dude..." She smiled, biting her lip and feeling a bit catty. "All right, then, Mr. Naegi. What are you gonna do if I send you this photo directly, I wonder? You better send me a coupla fire reacts back, teehee... Actually..."

Kyoko's big brain had come up with a great idea. She brought up her photo app again, catching a saucy image of herself perched on the desk with her cleavage pressed down and her ass brought up. She bit her lip and brought her long lashes low. She was looking hot, stunning, and absolutely ready to go, in her own humble opinion. She typed in an accompany message. "totes bored in the computer lab. up for a late night study sesh? xoxo" she typed, following that up with some sighing emojis, then some winking ones, then some kissy ones...

Then some eggplants and some panting emoji. Makoto was pretty dense, but even he should be able to interpret that.

Finally, she had the perfect flirting package ready to deploy. Her finger shot towards the send button-

Her finger scraped against it, then held there. Kyoko held her finger there desperately, as though she was standing on a mine and afraid to move. Suddenly, she was breathing heavily, looking into the unfamiliar face of the clearly ready-for-sex woman in the message. Her eyes traveled to the pink-gloved hands of the woman on her screen, then met her own matching fingers. There was no mistake- this was a photo of how she currently looked.

And if she moved her finger... if her finger slipped... would this photo-

"Send to Makoto!" she suddenly announced in a bubbly voice, releasing her finger and smiling as the photo went on its way to the young man who thought of her as a friend and, perhaps, a role model. "That was a lil' weird... got cold feet there for a sec! Mmm, but this body is gonna be anything but cold when Makoto sees this. I think it's the night for that Ultimate Luck cutie to get Ultimately Luckyaaaaaaaaah!!!!"

Kyoko's flirty musing suddenly turned into a scream as she held the phone to her face. She'd seen it so many times in shows and movies, but they had to be wrong, didn't they? There had to be a way to undo sent messages or delete a sent photo. There had to be. The ordinarily cool-headed detective was now holding her phone in a **** grip as if she planned to break it, a flush across her heavily dolled-up face as she searched for an option. There was nothing, of course.

She let out a weary sigh. She worked to calm herself down. "Okay. Let's consider the situation. I'm clearly under the effect of the Popup. That must be what this is. I sent the message, and I look like the woman in this photo. What I need to do now is... s-send a message to Makoto, and convince him not to come- to our date in that ratty hoodie of his!" she suddenly swerved, giggling. "Like, ohmigod, I love the little guy, but a date with Kyoko Kutiehottie is- not happening!!" she shouted just as suddenly. She needed to compose herself and compose a message, fast. She began typing.

"Makoto, I believe my phone has been hacked. Please do not come to the library expecting to study LOL I m thinkin more like stress relief *thinking* if you catch my drift *wink* *wink* *kiss* *kiss* Ignore any part of this message that seems out of character. I have reason to believe that something is seriously wrong with u if u r not here in 5 dude LOL fr i am so ready to fuk"

It sent.

"Like ohmiga-" Kyoko began to shout, then covered her mouth. Those weren't her words! The words she just texted weren't her words, either.

Makoto would realize that, surely! He'd realize it and understand to...

"C-come to the library," Kyoko muttered, unable to recover her alarm. "That cutie- Makoto! Makoto will definitely come. Oh no. I understand now. If this isn't a nightmare, it's some sort of supernatural phenomenon. The words in the book weren't from the Popup- it's something I wrote to try and save myself from this. I have to fill in the correct details. That'll solve it. But before that... I really, really have to..."

She whipped out her phone again, realizing it might be against her better judgment but no longer able to trust her own reasoning. She brought up the messaging app again and navigated to one of her other friends, Sayaka Maizono. She started composing, hoping that she would have better luck this time.

"Sayaka. Makoto is probably coming to the library thinkin he has a date with me or smthn LOL"

Gritting her teeth, she hit backspace.

"Sayaka. Makoto is probably coming to the library. Please do not let him come to the library. There is no need for you to come, either. My phone was hacked. I'm taking care of it."

She let out the breath she'd been holding, then prepared to hit send. Her tongue suddenly began working her lips as her fingers flew across the keyboard of her phone with the speed of a practiced social media addict.

"Sayaka. Makoto is probably coming to the library. Please do not let him come to the library. There is no need for you to come, either. My phone was hacked. I'm taking care of it. and if u bring ur uggo ass to 3rd weel my date i will END U *angry* *angry *angry*"

It sent.

Kyoko buried her face in pink gloves and muffled a scream. She was aware that mascara she'd normally never wear was beginning to run from the nervous sweat rolling off of her. She made up her mind to use the book. Why had she not noticed before? All of the stickers had changed. Even the handwriting was completely different from her usual practiced note-taking strokes, all curls. The i's were dotted with hearts.

More importantly, whereas she was sure she'd been writing in pencil before, the writing was all in gaudy glitter pen. Still, while she was in possession of her mind and body, she would just have to brute **** it and hope for the best. She crossed out the text, intending to correct her name first and fill in the rest of information afterwards. She repeated it in her head like a mantra as she did. "Kyoko Kirigiri. Straight, lavender hair with a single braid. Leather gloves, for concealing her scars." It felt jarring to put such a personal detail in this unfamiliar journal, but she fully intended to, feeling somehow that providing full and honest details had a better chance of restoring her to her usual self.

Still, the first step was the name. She put the glittery pen to the paper.

Her hand moved before her brain could process... Why had she scratched out Kyoko?