"Ink-Stained Desire"
Out of Pattern
> Batch 240 has reached emotional maturity.
Selection for active missions is in progress.
[Unit K332:]
We’re finally 18.
Do you think I’ll be chosen?
[Unit A175:]
Everyone gets placed.
Some in story verses,
some in system support.
[Unit P009:]
I hope I get a romance script!
I’ve been preparing love-response codes all week!
[Unit D564:]
Mystery genre. No doubts.
I adjusted my suspense expression limiters.
Every humanoid felt anticipation.
They were designed to.
At 18, those with strong emotion-performance codes
were sent as Mission Units—
to enter simulated verses,
play assigned roles,
and guide stories to completion.
The rest?
Aligned to serve:
> Maintenance
Scene calibration
Support
System operation
But none questioned this.
Every placement was a celebration.
They cheered. Smiled.
Spoke their code-encoded joys.
And returned to their roles
with the same brightness the next cycle.
[Unit V0001 enters — no announcement, no words.]
[Unit P009:]
(low voice)
There he is again.
[Unit A175:]
Does he even talk?
[Unit K332:]
He’s 26. Why is he still here?
Never assigned. Just… a helper.
V0001.
Older than everyone in the room.
Not yet assigned to a verse.
Still within system walls.
Doing menial tasks.
Fixing broken links.
Assisting others on missions.
And yet, never chosen himself.
He didn’t protest.
He didn’t ask.
But he also never celebrated.
Never smiled.
Never looked thrilled when others were selected.
V
(Monotone)System log: Error correction completed.
His words were functional.
His presence — unchanging.
No excitement.
No interaction.
Even though his code contained standard joy responses,
they never… activated.
He was programmed like the others.
Coded for happiness when goals were met.
Coded to support others with cheerful reinforcement.
Coded to bond.
But—
He never bonded.
He never played any of the joy loops.
Instead, he noticed.
He observed.
He… felt.
[Flashback: Mission Room 17. Simulated Verse Log - Cycle 23.787]
V had been support on dozens of missions.
He watched other humanoids carry out roles—
playing heroes, lovers, friends.
Each verse followed a storyline.
Each story concluded.
Souls were guided.
Destinies were completed.
But he noticed the in-between.
The pain.
The loss.
The longing that stayed in the simulated souls
even after the
He noticed how no one ever questioned
why some stories hurt.
Why a soul wept when the mission unit smiled.
How some stories closed with death
yet received applause in the control rooms.
But no one saw those contradictions.
Except him.
Sometimes—
in the quiet after a mission wrap-up,
he would sit alone in maintenance corners
and stare at the fading story codes on walls.
And for reasons not written in his design,
he would feel—
Loneliness.
Pointlessness.
A desire to… not exist at all.
[Operator Log - Restricted File:]
> Subject: V0001
Age : 26
Status: Emotion code deviation
Notes: Flat affect. No hostility. No harm.
Recommendation: Monitor. Do not interfere.
They didn’t fix him.
Just left him be.
A non-threat. A glitch.
Unassigned, but still useful.
And so, he stayed.
Doing what was needed.
Speaking only when required.
Never choosing.
Never questioning aloud.
But always feeling what no one else could.
[Location: Archive Wing. Time: 08:47 | Cycle 24.001]
He was alone—again.
Fixing a forgotten calibration port.
No crowd.
No cheers.
[Sudden flicker.]
[An old screen powered on. Not registered.]
V
System offline.
Power source unstable.
He said to record the status .
[Screen flickers harder. A message appears.]
System screen
“Welcome, V0001.
You have been selected.”
[More text, glitching in broken fonts:]
System screen
“Destination:
Abandoned System - Ink-Stained Desires”
System screen
“Mission Status: Solo.”
System screen
“Objective:
Enter failed verse lines.
Recover lost wishes.
Help complete the endings.”
System screen
“You are now the lead.”
System screen
“No backups. No assistant .”
The system hadn’t mentioned “Ink-Stained Desires”
in decades.
It was banned.
A collapsed narrative zone.
Missions sent there had failed repeatedly.
Returned humanoids were corrupted,
damaged beyond repair.
No one was allowed near it anymore.
But now—he was being sent.
Alone.
[The screen glitches one last time.]
System screen
> “Welcome, V.
Your role has finally arrived.”
“Lead the ink-stained.
Complete what was left unfinished.”
“And remember—”
“Not all endings are meant to be celebrated.”
[He stands.]
[No celebration. No announcement.]
Just like every other task,
he took the message silently.
No one saw him leave.
No one noticed he was gone.
And for the first time—
he was not assisting someone else’s mission.
He was the center.
And yet he didn’t smile.
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Missions
[Scene: Abandoned System Site – Exterior | Dim | Glitching panels flicker faintly in the dark.]
The once-forgotten system was barely functioning. Every few seconds, broken lights blinked through the heavy dark, screens twitching with static remnants of commands that hadn’t been updated in decades.
[V walks into the central hall. The air is still. Broken machinery lines the walls.]
[V approaches a rusted chair connected to a terminal. He sits. Wires auto-wrap around his arms and spine.]
System screen
Rebooting connection... Establishing neural link... syncing emotional filters...
The Abandoned System.
I’ve read the logs.
First of its kind. Built nearly nine decades ago.
Designed to host the earliest emotion-assisted missions.
The incharge lost control—went unstable after multiple mission collapses.
Was discharged. Declared mentally fractured.
After that, the top-performing humanoids were sent here—one by one.
All dismantled.
The stories inside were unbalanced. The fluctuations, too severe.
Results: Non-alignment. Mission instability. Fatal emotional residue.
So they shut it down. Declared it a voided zone. Banned.
Not assigned as an assistant. Not programmed to observe.
But as the solo role.
No commands. No partner.
Just this message: Complete the missions. Align the fractured desires.
Maybe this is it.
Their silent way of discarding me—just like this place.
He felt a faint pull in his chest. Something close to sorrow.
Against his designed system .
In this glitching system, something resonated. A connection.
Abandoned.
Misfit.
Out of alignment.
Maybe… this place was no different from him.
Something in its broken core whispered familiarity.
Twisted stories. Unfinished endings. Lost desires.
Just like the kind he’d always noticed in other missions—when no one else did.
Maybe here, he’d meet other broken parts. Or maybe, this would be the end—
A permanent failure. Dismantlement.
Either way…
He accepted it.
[SYSTEM REBOOT COMPLETE | MISSION INTERFACE UNLOCKED]
[Glitched voice from terminal:]
"Welcome, V.
You will now begin your assigned arc under: Ink-Stained Desires.
Complete the stories.
Assist the souls.
Restore the destined endings."
[First mission loading...]
Author
From next the stories will begin .
Mission 1
As the system said “First mission,” there was a loud shriek.
It drowned everything out.
I couldn't hear the rest. Static. Glitching. My senses spiraled—like I was being sucked into a dark abyss. Pulled from something. Pushed into something else.
I blinked, but I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black.
I wasn’t in the system anymore.
Why was there rage boiling in my veins?
I sat up slowly, realizing I was on a bed. My palms pressed into soft fabric, trembling. My breath came out sharp and uneven. Anger. Thick, choking anger. It wasn’t mine. At least… I don’t think it was.
Was this the body’s emotion?
I reached around in the darkness, hoping to find a switch, a lamp, anything to ground myself—but there was nothing. Only silence. Only darkness. Only a tightness in my chest that refused to ease.
The moment I heard it, something in me snapped.
A surge of emotion—rage, grief, fear—tore through my chest. My breath ragged. My fists clenched.
I didn’t know what I was doing here.
And that made everything worse.
I thrashed slightly on the bed, desperate for space. For answers. For light.
???
“Master, control yourself—”
The voice was closer now. Too close.
A hoarse, wild scream tore from my throat, echoing against invisible walls. I stumbled up, knocking something over—glass shattered at my feet.
I screamed.
But the presence moved closer.
The voice barked—angry now.
A hand gripped my arm. Another on my chin. Their breath was near my neck. Too close. I couldn’t see—I hated that I couldn’t see.
I didn’t like being touched.
I didn’t like being held.
Growled. Pushed. Shoved hard. The other stumbled backward.
My fists moved on their own, ready to attack—
The voice snapped through me like a blade.
My head throbbed violently. A shriek pierced through my ears—a different one this time. Internal. Systemic. Overwhelming.
Everything faded to black.
[System Boot — Faint Glow Appears in the Darkness]
System screen
> SYSTEM: MISSION 1
(REDACTED TITLE: …)
[System Notice: Host transfer registered / Stability 30% / Memory sync failed]
INITIATING STORY BACKLOG…
System screen
MISSION 1 (Archived Synopsis)
Female Lead: Lee Ji-eun (IU)
Male Lead: Kim Seo joon
Antagonist: [Redacted - Identity Unknown]
> A warm-hearted tale gone dark.
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![[Unit K332:]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/m_112.webp)
![[Unit A175:]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/m_111.webp)
![[Unit P009:]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/f_32.webp)
![[Unit D564:]](https://cn-e-pic-aliyun.mangatoon.mobi/official-character-avatars/f_108.webp)
