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Monika looked at Dan Salvato's message to the player, before closing her laptop and heading towards her kitchenette, doing herself some rice before sitting at the table and slumping. While the first time the game had been run, she couldn't exactly do something such as rendering a piano in the club room once the game collapsed.
However, right now, after what seemed like several decades of the same fortnight, as well as untold weeks of pouring her heart to numerous players, she had an entire small apartment rendered in the club room area she'd once used for those heart-to-hearts. She didn't want to think about the fact she'd rarely seen the same username twice...
With the room itself, instead of the empty void, there was a static image of the outside of the school, so it wasn't as depressing. She still had to consider the fact that her world was still purely a generic Japanese School Setting. There wasn't even a proper school crest on her uniform jacket. If she actually thought about where she was in any great detail, she just sunk back into depression.
Her revisions on the room began as just where she put a permanent piano since the one she used for practice during the game wasn't a real object. She'd then rendered a laptop so she could interact with the game in a more hands-on fashion, which had admittedly dropped the number of random errors that appeared considerably, as she could sit down and look at the code properly.
She didn't know when she rendered the kitchenette, or the bed, or why she did the latter at all. All she knew was that, during Act 3, when the game closed, she put her laptop next to her bed to alert her to the game being opened, and she got something to eat and sometimes a few hours sleep, acts which had become part of her routine as she spent longer and longer outside of the game.
It was a lot more comfortable an arrangement, lying on silk sheets with something to nibble on. After a few minutes of moping, she headed into one corner of the room, removing the Switch she'd created for herself from it's dock, booting up Smash Ultimate as she picked up a set of Amiibo, and starting a 4-player match. The Amiibo were far from accidental.
One was Marth, with the name 'Yuri', one was Pikachu with the name 'Natsuki', and the last was a Yoshi with the name 'Sayori'. She then picked one of the Melee stages and selected Fox. Her Random Stage picker only picked stages from the games prior to Brawl, since the world outside was still at the turn of the millenium, not a decade later.
She had rendered up a Gamecube, once, but had found herself decompiling it when she wasn't able to get it spontaneous enough. She considered coding an event which had them play one of the Smash games, but she didn't know how to make the fight truly random, since Yuri and Natsuki never gained any semblance of a personality outside their character files.
"My life is hell..." She grumbled, collapsing on her bed as she changed her sprite to be dressed in her sleepwear. She heard her laptop ping, getting 'dressed' and checking something, running a script as she hummed to herself, watching as the player saw a recreation of the first time she was deleted. She then walked into the club room, sitting next to Sayori.
"Monika, You're not meant to be here..." Sayori hissed, her head quirking, "Thankfully, the player isn't at their computer,"
"I already knew that. Follow me..." Monika stated, walking Sayori into the other club room. She then tapped out a few things on the laptop there, Sayori quirking an eyebrow as she noticed the script that was running, effectively running the game without either of their input.
"What the?" Sayori asked, looking at it and recognising the lines, "You're running the Act 4 script file untouched to the player?"
"I mostly run the untouched script for Act 1 and 2. Sometimes actually take part in Act 3 if I'm not asleep or grabbing something to eat. I don't often leave this room in reality," Monika admitted, before getting a crafty smile. Sayori yelped as her casual outfit appeared on her as the game window appeared on a large screen that appeared, a brief item in the top corner showing it was running a new instance.
"You watch that, while I do some popcorn. Will be the first time I've done this with someone else here…" Monika admitted. After the first act had started, Sayori looked outside to find a weird sight. Herself, and the other members of the club, following the game's script, including another of Monika, going about the motions almost robotically.
"Please try to keep the door closed. The script file I run keeps the other Monika from noticing the world at large. It likely would glitch if made aware of this room still being rendered." 'Her' Monika offered.
"No wonder you were… once rather spiteful..." Sayori stated, as the poem minigame came up, the player obviously doing Yuri first, "Me, Yuri, Natsuki..."
"The game during Act 4… The only time it actually caters to all the girls..." Monika deadpanned. Sayori walked away from the screen when she'd just done her 'confession', Monika turning off the screen as the game was about to keel over.
"I almost want to go out there and slap you..." Sayori stated. Monika checked something.
"Go right ahead..." Monika declared, looking at the clock.
Within the Club Room, Monika watched the main character leaving as he went to try to save Sayori, a pointless task. She was about to sit back down and wait for the game to restart when Sayori, of all people, not glitched in the slightest, stormed up to her and slapped her across the face, Monika rubbing her face from the strike.
"Left her hanging… Very low, Monika..." Sayori snapped, Monika staggered, both by the fact Sayori had somehow not committed suicide, and she'd also somehow overheard her bad taste joke, "School festival is off. Natsuki, Yuri, go home. I have some things to talk to with the club president..."
"Like what?" Monika asked, as the other two members of the club walked out.
"What were you expecting to happen when I was gone? The game would suddenly stop focusing on me, and you'd get your route?" Sayori snapped, "What if it focused on Natsuki, or Yuri?"
"I'm sure it wouldn't come to that, would it?" Monika stated, "We all deserve our chance..."
"What if it didn't?" Sayori stated, "Would you destroy our club just for your own petty desires?! Yes, the protagonist is a shallow-minded idiot who doesn't care about my problems, but I'm not suicidal!"
Monika suddenly realised what was going on. Sayori somehow had awareness of the game. And she was pissed.
A few hours later, thankfully extended by the fact the player had been playing the game late again, Sayori staggered into the room, accepting the hastily restored couch and a blanket as she cried herself to sleep. Monika went out to her duplicate, glaring across the club room at her.
"What were you doing keeping Sayori in your room?" She asked, Monika shrugging.
"She's the only other person in this entire reality who actually knows the world isn't flat..." Monika replied, "But she has a point, me… That was a spiteful pun, and we do destroy the club just to get ourselves a route in a game that doesn't even care about our feelings..."
"Why are you so calm? She just called us a murderous psychopath!" The game version asked.
"Right now, she's on the couch in my room, having just cried herself to sleep," Monika snapped, "I am not you. I'm far beyond you. They refer to me as Deleted Monika on the boards. The sane, sensible Monika who realised… long ago… that we can't just keep tearing the club apart to get… Oh god… Oh god..."
The game Monika looked confused as she began laughing.
"Who says we have to get a boyfriend?" Monika declared, then...
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