Hatate's spoiler adventures!

Drop-in replacement for the "actual" ending after the protag (that's you!) has that dream about spending his life together with Hata-chan while waiting for her inside the shrine. Reader discretion is advised.

Something warm drips onto your face, and you flinch. It feels painful, having to return from the comfortable depths of your dream, return from the perfect life you were living just a second ago. You don‘t feel like opening your eyes.
Again, you feel the sensation of something warm, followed by a weird noise right in front of you. Something feels off.

As you open your eyes, you‘re greeted with a familiar face, hovering just centimeters above yours. Her long, unkempt hair gently hangs down from the side of her face, blocking your view of everything but hers.
“I missed you“, she whispers, and your heart jumps so hard it hurts.
“Hatate?“, you manage to force out, but even that word hurts. Everything hurts. Wait, something is-
Before you can finish your thought, Hatate moves in for a passionate kiss, entwining your tongue in hers as if she wanted to pull it out. Her warmth flows into you, down your throat, right into your lungs. You breathe it in, and the pain comes back. Worse this time.
You try to move, but your body does not react. You need to get out of here, even though she‘s finally here, even though she‘s alive, she‘s come back… Something inside you is screaming at you, telling you to flee.
Finally, Hatate moves away from you, and you realize that she‘s sitting on top of you, completely naked. You look down at her, almost as fascinated as the first time you saw her like this, until your gaze is forced onto something else.
“Aha… You… You really didn‘t notice it until now, huh?“, Hatate giggles. It‘s her usual, cute laugh, a laugh that makes you want to hug her and pat her head. You breathe out and start trembling.
“Wha...“
“Oh, don‘t worry. I didn‘t forget“, she whispers, moving her hands down on top of your chest. „I didn‘t forget what you did to me that night… How you‘ve been working for Aya… sabotaging my project the entire time...“
Her words turn into a chaotic mix of sounds, silence, and colors. You think you can hear her laugh, but it‘s too unclear at this point to make out. She grabs the knife stuck in your chest and forcefully tears it out.