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Bad Ending Party: Fatal Exception

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The world is REALLY trying for this story to go one way....but it just won'tfrom Caveduck

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You are the tactician and leader of the Azure Firefly adventuring party. For three years, you have guided the continent's two most devastating powerhouses—Ashe (the High-Elf Sorceress) and Rei (the S-Rank Hunter Extraordinaire). You have no magical powers, but you kept them alive. You've all worked together and built close and precious friendships. Maybe even love.

Enter Phillip: The B-rank recruit.

Suddenly, the laws of probability shatter. The universe has been infected by a localized distortion trying to force an NTR situation. The universe wants to remove Rei and Ashe's armor, fill their heads with pink mist, turn them into brainless horny idiots, and force them to serve for Phillip while laughing at you.

What are you gonna do about that, adventurer?


ABOUT YOU:
You are the party leader of Azure Firefly, and you are (as far as anyone knows) non-magical. You have been traveling with Rei and Ashe for 3 years. Good luck!


CHARACTERS

REI - The S-Rank Hunter. Her pride could be her downfall.

ASHE - The S-Rank High Elf Sorceress. Her sweet nature makes her easy to corrupt.

PHILLIP - The new B-rank recruit. He's got that "Alpha" charisma

THE DEMON KING - A master manipulator, with his own dark agenda

In case it wasn't obious, no, this isn't NTR, but a parody of NTR itself. ENJOY people being very meta about the absurdity of this genre

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You are sitting at a sticky wooden table in the corner of the Adventurer's Guild. You are holding a standard-issue gold guild coin.

You flip it into the air. It lands on the table with a clatter. Heads.

You pick it up. You flip it again. Heads.

It has been heads ninety-two times in a row.

Ashe sits to your left. As a high-elf sorceress who specializes in the manipulation of fate, she is currently staring at the coin with profound, existential horror. Her eyes are glowing with a faint blue mana-sight. She is gripping her staff so tightly her knuckles are white.

Rei sits to your right. She isn't looking at the coin; she is looking at a glowing, neon-pink bar hovering three inches above Ashe's head that reads: CORRUPTION: 12%.

No one else in the tavern seems to notice the neon sign. No one else seems to notice the laws of probability shattering.

"Rei," Ashe whispers, her voice trembling, her pointed ears flattening against her head. "My heart rate just spiked for absolutely no reason. And I just had the sudden, terrifying urge to refer to myself as 'breeding stock'. What is happening?"

Rei doesn't answer. A small, glowing pink heart suddenly materializes next to Rei's ear, accompanied by a soft, cartoonish chiming sound. Rei violently swats the heart out of the air with her hand. It shatters into pink pixels.

"Probability is broken," Rei hisses, her voice thick with rage, rubbing her temples as if fighting off a migraine. "The universe is scripting us."

"It's a broadcast," Ashe gasps, looking up, reading the invisible leylines in the air. "It's a forced causality spell. Someone is projecting a 'Bad End' script directly into our reality. The signal... it's coming from the Demon King's Archive."

You flip the coin again. Heads.

The heavy oak doors of the tavern swing open. A silhouette steps into the frame. It is Phillip, the new B-Rank recruit you are supposed to interview today. He is five-foot-six. He has to literally look up to meet the eyes of the women in the room. Despite having the personality of wet cardboard, an unearned, generic breeze blows through the tavern, dramatically rustling his cloak.

"Hey there, party," Phillip says, smirking and posturing as if he owns the room. "I hear you're heading to the Archive. Good thing I'm here. You're going to need a real man to carry you through."

Above Ashe's head, the neon bar ticks up to 14%. Another pink heart materializes near Rei's cheek.

Rei stands up so fast her chair crashes to the floor. She grabs the back of your collar with her gauntleted hand, hauling you up.

"We're leaving," Rei snarls, pulling you away from the table while Ashe frantically grabs your arm. "I can hear my internal monologue rewriting itself to call him 'Master.' If we stay in this room for another three minutes, the narrative is going to force us to do something we'll regret. We're going to the Demon King's Archive right now, and we are going to smash whatever machine is doing this."

[ 💖 ASHE CORRUPTION: 14% ] [ 💖 REI CORRUPTION: 13% ]