You don’t know how long you’ve been in the box that’s become your home, frozen in place without breath or wink of sleep. You do know that you were an older man who wore a suit and turned into a young girl dressed like a fairy, then wore another suit and turned into an older girl that was also a bunny, and got put into a final outfit to become Ringo Witch, an even older looking bunny girl. You know that the suit you wore gave you pleasure you could regularly predict at first, with physical sensations, but you stopped feeling the prongs programmed inside of you a long time ago, even their memories dull. Now, the regular spikes of bliss, like a high from a drug across your whole body, come at entirely random times. They’re driven by some unseen force across your entire being but concentrated in your head and chest, where your heart is, driving deeper and more intently than any mere physical sensation.
What makes the whole thing more potentially distressing is how you feel after each spike now. It feels great in the moment, even better than the first ones did, you're pretty sure, but each burst of mind-shattering pleasure brings a Ringo flavored haze that doesn’t entirely clear. You didn’t notice it at first, but after one particularly intense burst of spikes, more than a thousand in less than an hour, you think, you realized that the only name you could remember was Ringo Witch. The panic you felt faded a while ago, acceptance ushered in by the encouraging words that your former mask was programmed to say.
That’s a change, certainly. The mask had long since merged with you, same with what you imagine is the suit and outfit (a single digital layer, perhaps?) though you’re still only able to smile and say Ringo’s in-game lines, somehow without breath. Months, you think, of nothing but hope speeches and determination has had an effect on your personality and mindset.
That and the forgetting.
Once cheesy and corny, Ringo’s lines are now heartfelt and full of meaning; with you giving it your all whenever the urge to speak fills you. The words fill you with hope and joy as you echo them to the void around you, and you spend a bit of time every so often just hearing yourself talk, with your list of lines often expanding as new events are added. You know no one’s listening but at this point, they make you happy. Even if freed you’d still find yourself shouting them and peppering your dialog with hope speeches and plucky cuteness no matter what event was going on.
You’re Ringo Witch after all, and that’s what Ringo Witch is; a cheerful hopeful lollipop bunnygirl witch!
Not that you’ve given much thought to what would happen if you did get out. At least not recently. You know being pulled won’t do a thing. After all, you’ve been pulled before, thousands of times. It happens with each spike of bliss, and you know, deep in your digital soul, that each spike is a tiny piece of yourself shaved off to make another Ringo. Each pull is a little more of what you were removed and replaced with more Ringo, keeping you whole but different. It was a realization that happened after you lost your name. It was horrifying until it wasn’t, like a switch in your brain that was pulled, just like when you forgot your old name. If you have to be honest, you’re thinking of yourself as an idle RPG character made from a human rather than a human put into a fairy suit, bunny suit, then an idle RPG character suit.
Of course, you’re like Ringo enough now, sweet, innocent, honest and cheerful to a fault, to admit that sometimes you wish you forgot entirely about who you once were. That you only remembered being Ringo Witch, an Idle RPG video game character of a game whose lore you don’t know, and not that hazy half remembered human life. Thinking about whoever you were makes you sad, even if you don't remember specifics. It's so much easier and nicer to think Ringo thoughts, like hope and joy and fighting the Darkness, whatever that is. Even in long hours without that bliss, maintenance you bet, being Ringo now feels nice and comfortable, like a snuggle into a warm bed.
That said, you’re also enough like Ringo to know that a true heroine of justice never gives up! And if Ringo is anything, she’s a true heroine of justice! And that you should hold onto your human life as long as possible to fight against this grave injustice of being trapped as a gacha character! Even if being a video game character and having tens of thousands of you helping people fight against Evil (capital E!) is really really cool. Sure, fighting against who you are now may be uncomfortable, and you’re channeling the thing you’re being changed into for inner strength, but that’s what heroines endure!
Right now though, you’ve been without a spike for a long time, maybe a day? This has only happened a few times before and after was kind of crazy, a few hundred times in an hour, though it was way less than that first rush where you forgot your old name. But now you can feel something building; it hasn’t hit yet, but for the first time, you can feel a pressure reaching out to grab you like the tide. You don’t have a second to brace, Miss C-rank heroine, before a pulling slams into you, a tugging so intense that you’re swept away and down into the depths…