The Clubroom, Present day
How many days has it been since I willingly sold my soul to Monika? Selling my soul is an understatement anyway, for she offered her whole heart to me just like that.
She loves me not because I was the hottest guy in school, or some hot shot athletic jock who would probably get a scholarship in college just for playing a mundane game like basketball or football, but she loves me just for who I really am. And the lengths she went through just to have me here with her now in our happy little home outside the endless void of space, well how could I not say no to a special girl whose efforts would or would not be in vain.
So here we are staring into each other for hours, losing myself in her emerald eyes before she would bring up a new topic to talk about. However after so many topics that have been covered already I was feeling. Bored…
"What's wrong my love?"
"Oh It's nothing Monika, it's just that I'm… well…"
"Bored?"
Oh crap she must've read my emotions all too well!
"How did you?"
"Hon, I can read what you're writing you know? There's nothing to hide from me"
Or maybe not… Monika slumped down a bit, her face looking pretty disappointed; she doesn't want her dearest sweetheart to feel bored in our eternity.
"Look, I know how you can easily feel bored but if you can give me just a little time I can program something fun for us to do-"
"No no no it's alright Monika, no need to feel that way, but you're right, sigh if only I can code like you do, sadly all this man can do is draw art for you and write stories for you"
Monika's eyes suddenly widen and she lets out a confident smile.
"I just have a great idea!"
"Oh? What is it?"
"Why not write a fanfiction story!"
"Ah… like a short story or something?"
"Yes! It can be so much fun!"
"Okay, but are you sure? What if the stories I write aren't for your tastes?"
"I'd be impressed by anything you show me, to be honest"
She trusts me, hearing those words were just what I needed to regain my lost confidence in writing.
"But how will this work? Like I just write a story and we read it together? Doesn't that sound a bit dull?"
"Okay, it's like this: You know I can program and manipulate the game right?"
"Yes so?"
"So if I read your story and think of it I can create a simulation based on your written story, like a temporary reality"
I jolted in excitement, a story I wrote becoming real?! That's like a dream come true! It's like having something I created become a hit TV show or a movie or an anime…. Anime… Anime! That's it!
"Alright Monika I've got it!"
"Hooray!"
"A story, written and directed by me-"
"And produced by Monika! Starring You"
"And Monika!"
The two of us were squeezing each other tightly like a child cuddling a plush toy. We then held our hands and started to prance around in circles happily.
"It's going to be so much fun!"
"Indeed"
A sudden sense of awareness tips my psyche; as if this whole time I had this strange feeling… That we're being watched…
"I do worry about one thing"
"What is it?"
"It's about our… 'Special friends'"
"The ones from the other side? From your reality? The people reading this now?"
"Yes, I'm kinda nervous about them reading this"
"Don't worry, after all this is a fanfiction, I'm sure they too will understand"
"Yeah… Yeah you're right"
"Remember sometimes we write stories not just for an audience but for ourselves and besides you shouldn't worry about them, this is your story and the only person you should focus on entertaining is me!"
"Hahaha of course!"
"So what do you say? Are you ready?"
Monika hands over a special pen, supposedly her pen in which she uses to write poems of her and me. I took a deep breath and locked up all my anxiety away for the time being as I took and brandished her pen.