Rainbow's End

Recommended Bad Ends and Bad Relationship Ends in Mystic Messenger

Note: I have played through every character’s endings EXCEPT for Yoosung’s last BRE. I’m currently working on obtaining it and I’ll update the guide when I do. Also, since I first created this guide I have also added Zen’s Bad Story Ends since I have now played through those ^^

I’m going to use a rating system of hearts to denote which ones I liked best/how much I recommend them:

♥ = go through it if you like the characters; usually the ones with one heart are short and probably pretty easy to get

♥♥♥ = recommended if you have the time; pretty interesting

♥♥♥♥♥ = definitely recommended! Might be a lengthier one or have some interesting information on the characters etc. (or just be hilarious lol)

I’m rating them independently of whether or not they come with CGs. Of course, if you’re collecting CGs, then you’ll definitely want to go through the endings that have them.

I’ve tried to keep this largely spoiler-free, but you should still be careful if you haven’t played through a character’s route yet. Additionally, you may find my Plot Branch Flowchart helpful if you’re not sure how to get the different endings, or what the difference is between a Bad End (aka Bad Story End) and a Bad Relationship End (aka BRE).

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Como a vida é engraçada, né? Bem na hora que você pensa que está tudo resolvido, bem na hora em que você finalmente começa a planejar alguma coisa de verdade, se empolga e se sente como se soubesse a direção em que está seguindo, o caminho muda, a sinalização muda, o vento sopra na direção contrária, o norte de repente vira sul, o leste virá oeste, e você fica perdido. Como é fácil perder o rumo, a direção…
—  Simplesmente Acontece
Bad Relationship Ends FAQ (Mystic Messenger)

Seeing as I appear to be one of the only people who’s collected nearly all of the Bad Relationship Ends (BREs) in Mystic Messenger (I’m currently only missing Yoosung’s last BRE and will update this guide if I learn anything new from it), here’s an overview of what I’ve learned and how to get the BREs:

What are BREs?

They’re the endings you get by missing a lot of chatrooms between plot branches. See this chart for more information on plot branches.

What’s the difference between a BRE and a Bad End?

(Note: Bad Ends are also sometimes called Bad Story Ends)

You get Bad Ends by participating in the chatrooms and picking the ‘Bad End’ options. There are three Bad Ends per character (one at every plot branch) and only two BREs per character (one at the first and last plot branch).

Bad Ends usually have a bit more of a story/plot to them, are longer, and follow as a consequence of the choices you chose prior to the plot branch. They are fully voiced during Visual Novels, and one out of each character’s three Bad Ends comes with a CG.

Note because I get asked this a lot: CG = in-game artwork that is saved to your Album

Bad Relationship Ends are when you miss nearly every chatroom between plot branches. They are usually very short and tend to involve the characters guilt-tripping you over not showing up to the chatrooms. Also Unknown shows up in them a whole lot. BREs are also fully voiced, but do not come with CGs.

Why should I go through the BREs?

Up to you. You’re under no obligation to, but some are amusing, some have insight into Unknown/the organization he’s with, and some provide some insight into the characters. Here’s my guide on the BREs and how much I recommend them.

And finally:

How to get all the Bad Relationship Endings

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Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here.?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.


I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.


           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.

For too long
she had been content
with the small world
outside her window.
But today
when she saw
a rainbow,
she had a sudden urge
to find out
what lies at the end of it.
She wanted to find out
what lies beyond it.

This was the first time
when the world
outside her little window
wasn’t enough
and she wanted to
discover the 
lettered world 
which she had
only seen on maps.

It was today when she found 
her lost curiosity and 
she found it
at the end of a rainbow.

—  At the end of a rainbow, Shikha Singh

This girl, this beautiful girl, with eyes the size of the ocean
This man, this dutiful man, has got these mixed up emotions [x]

Life is funny isn’t it? Just when you think you’ve got it all figured out,
just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about something,
and feel like you know what direction you’re heading in, the paths change,
the signs change, the wind blows the other way, north is suddenly south, and
east is west, and you’re lost. It is so easy to lose your way, to lose direction.
And that’s with following all the signposts.
—  Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End