Miside: Aftermath

"UrMom! Come to the living room!"

"......" I froze mid-step.

For a long, agonizing second, my brain refused to process the words. Mita just called me 'UrMom'.

Then, like a slap to the face, it hit me.

"Hah!" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

This is my fault. Entirely my fault.

Mita peeked from the living room doorway, tilting her head. "Did you not hear me? I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you," I groaned as I reluctantly walked over to her. "Just for the record, can you, please not call me that ever again?"

"Why not?" she asked, blinking.

"Because that's not my name." I threw my hands up, as if that would explain it.

"But the game says it is."

"I was being a dumbass when I made it!"

She tilted her head, raising her eyebrows. "Why would you name yourself that if you didn't want other people to call you that?"

I groaned. "Because it was supposed to be a joke? You know, like when someone sees the kill feed or a scoreboard in an FPS game, it would say「Killed by UrMom」, or the humiliation my teammates face when carried by the username: UrMom."

Mita stared at me blankly. Then, a slow, smug smile spread across her lips. "So what you're saying is... UrMom carried?"

"Hah!" I exhaled sharply. "You know what? Forget it. My real name is—"

"Nope." She cut me off with a dismissive wave. "I think UrMom suits you just fine."

"...What?" I was dumbfounded.

"I still don't see a problem with it."

"No, there's a huge problem." I deadpanned.

"Not really~" Mita grinned.

"You- That's- Why?!"

"It has a nice ring to it. And it's funny."

"...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I narrowed my eyes.

"What can I say? It seems I enjoy your suffering," she admitted, looking way too pleased with herself.

"Ugh..." I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "I hate this. I hate this so much."

"Come on, UrMom. Let's keep going!" she said, as she giggled.

This was going to be a long, long day.

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I still couldn't shake the feeling of weirdness.

Prior to getting sucked into this world, it was just an axonometric eagle eye view of the house. But now, as she led me through the house I ran my fingers along the wall. The coolness of the paint, the subtle bumps beneath my smooth fingertips, and the realistic proportions of the dimensions. It felt... real.

"You're awfully quiet, UrMom," Mita looked back.

I shot her a bit of a perturbed look, but sighed. "It's just... weird. Everything is the same, but different."

"It's because you're actually here now." Mita nodded. "Instead of the pixels you saw before coming here, this is a real space. Real air. Real sounds. Everything is real. Even me!"