The Cosplay Chatroom Where Only Suguru Geto Is Missing

Warning: An old story is being reopened!

Warning: An old story is being reopened!

Warning: An old story is being reopened!

Blurb 1:

A'Pao was dragged to a comic convention by friends. He didn't experience any of the usual cosplay-transmigration openings, like a dressing room connected to another world or seeing five buildings from outside a restroom. He simply closed his eyes, opened them, and found himself transported.

Standing in a room covered in dust, with walls splattered in blood, A'Pao suddenly realized, belatedly, that there was something wrong with his memories.

Mini-scene:

Suguru Geto (not really): I think I defected later on... What was the reason again? (thinking hard)

I vaguely remember having two classmates and a really strong teacher... The male classmate was incredibly strong, and had white hair. The female classmate had a pretty nice personality, and she was a healer... Oh! The white-haired one killed the healer right in front of me, so I decided the world was wrong! Now I get it?!

Something feels off, but I've managed to come up with a story that makes sense, so let's leave it at that. I really don't want to strain my brain. Working backward from the script isn't much easier than advanced math... Wait, what's advanced math again???

Blurb 2:

When the young curse user appears in Tokyo leading the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (nope) the Day Parade of a Hundred Pokemon (yep), and says he's about to debut (crossed out), with no interest whatsoever in ruling the world, the people of Yokohama and the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College can't help asking: Is this world really not broken?!

But no one could have imagined that:

The White Reaper, confirmed dead, would chat and laugh with a red-haired man in fancy clothes who calls himself a novelist;

The Tiger of Yokohama, suspected of joining the Port Mafia, would obey a bandaged man who looks as if he's on his way to a Halloween party;

An ordinary student with a notebook full of the names of "curses" would wander around with two unknown humanoid creatures;

And that they'd all get along peacefully?!

The world: Fine, I give up. I'll come clean. I'm broken. XD.

To my ridiculous friends (crossed out), my dear friends. Love you~

Reader warning: The protagonist has lost most of his memories, so he can't perfectly cosplay everyone's beloved Geto.

The main story is tentatively no-couple. If that changes, I'll put a warning in the author's note for the previous chapter.

This is a reopened version of the story in my collection, "We Rewrite the Script for a Living." The overall setting is mostly the same.

The author's writing is at an elementary school level, and some characters may be slightly out of character. Please don't flame me. Thanks for your understanding (*^▽^*)

Theme: What bad intentions could your friends possibly have? Plenty, as it turns out.