Ryuji thought of Futaba for a moment, more or less comatose in her home by Leblanc after awakening to her Persona and surviving the incident at her palace. All their targets previously had undergone similar states, acting drowsy, off kilter, or strange after a heist, but Futaba was more or less completely drained by the whole thing, leaving most of the thieves worried.
“I guess I can send her my heart. Best I can do to wish her a speedy recovery,” Ryuji joked to himself as he idly tapped her name, not expecting what was to come.
An intense drowsiness hit Ryuji as he suddenly found himself lying down face first on a bed, eyes closed. Not only did he feel exhausted, he felt… weak. And light.
“Huh… where am I?” he murmured as he pushed himself upwards. He opened his eyes, but everything was blurred, like he was underwater or something. He began to panic, thrashing around and throwing the sheets off himself as he stumbled to his feet. Everything felt off as he stumbled around, feeling blind. The room he was in was cluttered, and he felt a sharp pain in his foot as he stepped on a stray piece of plastic he couldn’t identify. He fell forward, onto the floor, orange strands of hair spilling over his face as he did.
“O-orange?!” Who died his hair while he was sleeping? Why was it so long? He pushed the hair out of his sight, only to find something that raised even more questions as he looked face forward to find a mirror reflecting a blurry, but familiar image: Futaba Sakura.
“WHAT?!”
It took Ryuji a few more minutes of panicked searching before he ultimately pieced together what was happening and managed to find Futaba’s glasses, hesitantly putting them on. The fact that his vision cleared up perfectly only confirmed his worry.
“What did that thing do to me?!” A scan of the mirror with clear vision revealed himself to be in Futaba’s body, wearing a long sleeve shirt and a pair of short shorts that left his legs very exposed. Not to mention, he was tiny. “This can’t be real…”
‘You’re telling me…’ Ryuji suddenly heard a voice echo through his head. The voice was high pitched, a girl, but still a bit sardonic
“Who was that!?” Ryuji shouted with a jump, far too off set by everything happening.
‘Who am I? Who are you!’
“I thought I was Ryuji, but I’m not entirely sure right now… eff this, I need my phone!” Ryuji scrambled over to Futaba’s desk, loaded with monitors and the like, locating a smart phone. Unfortunately, it was pass-code protected – nothing he did would open it.
“Dammit!”
‘Try 386750,’ the voice chirped in his head again. Tapping in the code, Ryuji found it worked perfectly. Ryuji realized it sounded a lot like his own voice at the moment.
“Futaba?”
‘Ring ring ring, you got it, now what’s going on? Why can’t I move my body?’
“I have no idea, but maybe I can fix it…” Ryuji murmured as he found the app from before, opening it up to find a message pop up.
“Error, Heart Transfer Incomplete due to Interference. Recommended that User Return Immediately.”
As he clicked through, he found an option that said “Undo”. He gave a sharp sigh of relief, knowing there was a way back.
‘What is this on my phone?’ The voice asked again. 'I'm kinda freaking out here too. Could you tell me what's going on? This is a weird fever dream, right?'
Did Ryuji opt to leave without saying more, or did he stay to explain what had happened to Futaba.
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