Hiyoko visits, but it's not a good morning.

You wake up to the sound of repeated pounding on the door. For a moment, you think you're in a dream. Maybe falling asleep thinking about Hiyoko waking you up made you dream about it? As the pounding grows more aggressive and you shake off your dull stupor, however, you realize you're awake.

Just from the sound of the aggressive banging, you can already tell your hypnotism of Hiyoko must not have worked, unless you screwed up on the personality program even harder than you imagined possible. It sounded less like a wakeup call and more like she was trying to break in. Part of you wanted to just throw your blanket over your head, but there was no way you'd be able to get back to sleep, anyhow. It was time to face the music.

Dressed in your pajama pants and an old T-shirt, you step around the clutter in your bedroom/workshop and attempt to crack open the door to confirm it's Hiyoko. As soon as you have it open just enough, Hiyoko's sandaled foot wedges into the gap, then the rest of her body forces it open so she can face you directly. She isn't wearing headphones, and she isn't wearing a smile. Instead, she looks just like yesterday, only more pissed.

Actually... not really pissed. You quickly realize that, while she's expressing it as anger, her condition seems to more accurately be panic. "Tomomo, you big dummy! What the heck did you do?!"

... Pausing a second to wonder if you did, in fact, alter Hiyoko's mind, and still trying to shake off your sleepiness, you only stare at her dumbly. You're not sure how to tell her what you did, because you're not even sure you know.

In response, your classmate grabs the collar of your shirt and begins shaking you by it. "Heeey, wake up, Lardilocks! Are you hearing me?! I recognize your creepy headphones! I'm asking you what - the - heck - you - did!!"

Nothing, you tell her! You obviously didn't do anything. You point out that Hiyoko is exactly the same as yesterday.

"Me?! Not me, you blockhead! I'm asking what the heck you did to her!" Hiyoko jerks her head to the side, as if she doesn't want to look at the thing she's trying to show you. As a result, you're **** to peek your head out of the doorframe and into the hall to see...

Oh.

Oh no.

The woman standing there is both readily recognizable as Mahiru and completely different from the woman you saw yesterday. She's still dressed in her plain olive-green skirt and white blouse, but her plaid tie is pulled loose to allow a better view into the modest valley created by multiple undone buttons from the neck down. Just as you'd programmed, she had her red hair in pigtails, although her hair was already so short that they were the minimum length they could possibly be. The most telling aspects of your hypnotism are her gray-green eyes, which are completely cloudy in a way you hadn't planned on, and the fact that instead of her faithful camera on a strap around her shoulder, your custom headphones are still placed in a loop resting on her collar.

She catches you staring at her, and her reaction throws you further into the Twilight Zone. Mahiru gasps and nearly swoons on her heels. You see her shiver in ecstasy just to be seen by you... Then, she haplessly tries to play it cool, placing her fists on her hips and glancing away from you. When she opens her mouth, it sounds like she's somehow badly dubbing over her own voice. You have the insane thought that it's like a porn star who's been directed to give an awful hentai delivery of their regular way of speaking. "Oh! Good morning, Tomo. Not that Mahiwu wanted to wish you good morning! It's not like Mahiwu wants to be the first person you talk to every morning or greet you with a k-k-kissu, it's not! Mahiwu just wanted to thank you for the gift. Your music made Mahiwu very very horny- Happy! Mahiwu means happy, it's not like that!!" she squealed, blushing furiously. Her face is a strange mix of indignation and powerful ecstasy. You see her legs grinding together, and, without actually seeing it, you're nonetheless certain she's getting wet just from standing there and talking to you.

The words falling out of your mouth implicate you, but you can't help yourself. You broke Mahiru. She's totally broken.

Hiyoko looks between her friend and you with a dropped jaw. "So you did break her! I knew it! Well, fuckhead, you'd better _un_break my Big Sis Mahiru right now! And make it snappy! Nobody else can see her like this!"

Mahiru nods furiously. "Y-yeah! Mahiwu doesn't want anyone to see her like this, except Tomo. If Tomo sees Mahiwu like this... well... Maybe..." Preposterously, the brain-addled student leans forward like she'd just given the cue for a kiss scene, puckering her lips.

Hiyoko looks like she can't decide whether to beg you or kill you... Only for a moment. After that moment, she clearly decides on the latter. She grabs your shoulders, hard. "You can fix this, riiight, Tomomo? If you can't, tell me now. I'll let everyone know about this freaky hidden talent of yours, those messed up headphones you gave my friend. Will you get expelled? Jailed? I'm hoping for executed, personally! So..." Hiyoko's threatening smile twitches at the corner as tears form in the corners of her eyes. "Do something, dammit!!"

This is beyond screwed up. Depositing a coin into your mental swear jar, you admit this is properly fucked up. You have a responsibility to fix this ASAP. But how? You didn't design this to be easily reversible... You hate to admit it, but if your invention worked, Mahiru's personality isn't recoverable. It isn't buried underneath the crappy joke of a character you wrote: it was overwritten by it...

And your shoulders are starting to really hurt! It looks like if you don't tell Hiyoko something she wants to hear, she might injure you before you have a chance to fix anything.

"Aah!! W-Why are you getting so handsy-wandsy with Tomo, Hiwoko?!" Mahiru pipes up unhelpfully, pointing an accusatory finger at her friend. "Mahiwu isn't jealous! B-but Mahiwu might give you a big hug too if you want, Tomo! It can't be helped, hmph!"

The headache of this Mahiru's awful speech is almost as bad as Hiyoko's ****. You feel like you'd do or say just about anything to make this end.