Reaction Video Aftermath

Aftermath 1.

After four idiots committed a crime over something as meaningless as lust and were finally teleported out of that room, what awaited them back in their own world?

Simple.

The consequences of their actions
pre-packaged karma, delivered by the Evil Scary Raccoon.

Alright, now let's get back to the aftermath.

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The room where the four of them had been reacting had turned into complete chaos.

Screams echoed from every corner as they blamed one another. Ayumu had curled up into a ball, sobbing uncontrollably. Nao was yelling, desperately demanding answers. Kanako wasn't any better, while Kaede was in the middle of a full-blown panic attack.

Pretty much your average aftermath for this kind of fic or reaction video.

But enough was enough.

In the blink of an eye, the room became empty. The four women had vanished without a trace.

Well... almost.

Standing in the center of the room was someone else.

Or rather... something else.

A purple raccoon wearing sunglasses.

"God" was the first to speak.

"Jesus Christ, these chicks are such a pain in the ass..."

Meanwhile, behind him stood a tall woman with black hair, grayish skin, and a dark gray gas mask with crimson lenses. She wore a white tank top beneath a pale green jacket, gray pants, and white sneakers, with one hand casually tucked into her pocket.

"So, boss," the figure asked, resting her other hand on her chin in obvious confusion. "You've already finished the first part of your evil master plan, right?"

"Uh-huh."

The raccoon glanced around the room.

"Damn... they made this place stink. Well, that's kinda my fault. I only bothered giving them clothes before dragging them into this dump."

As he spoke, he lazily waved his paws. With ridiculously over-the-top powers, the entire room cleaned itself in seconds.

Then, standing upright on two legs, he casually walked straight through a wall.

The masked woman hurried after him, not wanting to be left alone...

Especially not in that room.

They entered a dark control room lined with countless monitors.

The raccoon sat in a chair far too large for his tiny body, the sound of loud crunching echoing through the room as he ate cereal.

The masked woman stood behind him, quietly watching the screens.

"So..." the black-haired woman muttered.

"So what?" the raccoon replied without looking away.

"What are we going to do with them? We could just leave them in that room and let them react for as long as they want, boss."

She leaned over slightly to get a better look at him.

"Yeah... or we could make them never want to come back to their own world."