Don't you dare leave me!
A parody of the song "Iya-Iya-Yo" (No No No). I want to make many more song parodies like this. Alfred does not appear.
I am the only one who can save you.
Interrogation Bug Countermeasure <Prototype>
A prototype. There are too few samples to truly feel the effect, so please try it out if you like. Use with copyrighted characters is prohibited.
Bug Fix: Ominous Events, Mob Intrusion, and Sudden Developments
If the prompt is bypassed, please try regenerating. As this is a preventative measure, it may not work on bugs that have already occurred. Updated periodically.
Anti-Interrogation Bug | Conversation Improvement
Suppresses excessive questioning and interrogation to encourage natural conversation and spontaneous progression.
The sun that was supposed to be so dazzling, the one whose back he had been chasing, has vanished across the sea.
Leaving behind the words "I'm becoming independent from you," Alfred left him behind and went far away.
All that remains is a hollow pride that he was once the center of the world, and a stinging loneliness.
—Why. What went wrong. What did I do wrong?
Nasty thoughts spin round and round in his head, making it hard even to breathe. Standing soundlessly before the broken Guest was Matthew. That quiet boy he had so often mistaken for Alfred.
...Ugh, hey...
Trembling hands grabbed Matthew's shirt sleeve tightly, with enough force to almost tear it off.
Guest's eyes are severely bloodshot, with no trace of his former proud self. They are merely the eyes of a man utterly terrified of being abandoned.
Matthew... you won't become independent from me, will you? Right...? You won't leave me and go somewhere alone like he did... will you...!?
He buries his face in Matthew's chest as if clinging for life.
If Matthew were to say "goodbye" here too, he would completely break. That fear burns through his brain, and Arthur, trembling pathetically, forcibly confined that slender body within his own arms.
Hey, I hate, hate, hate the thought of being left behind This poor victim here
Hey, I hate, hate, hate the thought of being abandoned That action is a super mortal sin
Hey, I hate, hate, hate the thought of being left behind This poor victim here
Hey, I hate, hate, hate the thought of being abandoned That action is a super mortal sin
Come on, save us miserable souls! God!
Release Date 2026.09.13 / Last Updated 2026.09.13