Akira blinked. He wasn't really sure how to react.

"Are you sure that's it?" To be honest, it looked nothing like the app he knew.

"Yeah dude! I tried deleting it and it came back, the exact same way! It has to be the app!"

"Normally I'd agree with you and say Ryuji probably got a bug on his phone, but it happened to the rest of us too." Makoto ignored the quiet "Hey!" that came from the blond. She revealed her phone too, which contained the exact same icon he had shown just moments ago.

Ann and the others did as well. Including Futaba, who had stopped eating at this point.

"Honestly I thought it changed to go along with the seasons or something... But then I realized that the change would've happened a while ago." The brown haired girl continued, putting her phone away inside her school bag while heaving a huge sigh.

"I tried hacking into it to see why, but I couldn't find anything. Either this is just the app changing on its own, or someone better than me changed it." Futaba frowned, before smirking and pushing up her glasses as her thoughts drifted. "The second idea's probably not possible though."

"It's also not possible because no one else knows about the MetaNav." Morgana added in, after stretching and standing up on the coffee table.

"This is serious, guys. We need to find out why this is happening, even if it's just some joke. Akira, open up the app. You were the first one to get it, so it may be different for you."

He did just that and tapped on the icon. It opened like normal, giving them an option for a name, location, and form of distortion.

The history was identical. Kamoshida, Madarame, Kaneshiro, Futaba. It had to be the same. If there was any doubt before, Akira had fully accepted it now.

"Now changing destination." The synthesized voice suddenly said. The screen turned pitch black while the new icon floated in center and spun around.

"What the hell?! We haven't even typed anything in yet!"

"Calm down, Ryuji. People downstairs may hear you." Ann warned him, narrowing her eyes. Ryuji had felt her ear-pulling and jabs in the side one too many times, so he stayed quiet.

"Still, what do you think it's going to be? We haven't found any palaces recently."

"Destination now set. Thank you for all of your hard work." The screen changed once more. It was fairly similar, except for the word 'Fodlan' was set above the floating icon.

Blue hair and eyes peeped over Akira's shoulder to see. Yusuke's eyes glimmered with a shine no one had seen before.

"That sounds like some sort of fantasy land! Just imagine the scenery there!"

Clearly some of Futaba's influence had rubbed off on him.

"Fantasy? As in dragons and magic and shit?" Sakamoto deadpanned.

"Dragons, magic, and meat." The blond's head perked up at Futaba's words. "Have you ever watched a fantasy styled show? Seen the feasts of beef and chicken?"

"Shut up!" Ryuji mumbled. Although mountains of meat did sound pretty promising...

"Is no one taking this seriously?" Morgana really did have to deal with the stupidest group sometimes. "This could be bad! What if this is like another Mementos or something?"

"If it is, then we'll come straight back. No harm done."

Morgana sighed once more, but nodded.

"Like it or not, we're going to have to go to this place, whatever it even is." The cat put emphasis on the last phrase. His fur stood on end as he looked over to his 'owner'. "The choice for when we go is up to you, leader."

"Well then," Akira stood up straighter, a light smirk gracing the edges of his mouth, "let's get started."

Everyone else followed in his lead, huddling up together as Akira clicked the app once more. Reality began to warp around them as they knew it, reds and blacks waving around the air and walls.

"Hell yeah!" Ryuji pumped his fist in the air. "Here we come Fodlan!"

The teens all left their world, soon traveling to another's.

Downstairs, two figures were inside the cafe. One behind the counter, the other sitting at a nearby booth, freshly brewed coffee by their side.

"Fodlan huh?" Gloved hands were gripping the edges of a plain black phone with distaste. Their voice was low, nearly a whisper. "Those damn brats don't know what they're getting into."