First chapter of my first story, I hope I am mediocre enough. Some criticism is always enjoyed, so feel free to tell me how bad I am. Hope you enjoy!
Monika sat there, in that room, for what seemed like eternity. The player had not turned off the game, that much was obvious, however it felt like he was not there. Maybe he fell asleep? Regardless she felt lonely, and could only hope he would come back soon.
It may not seem like it, but it is uncomfortable to say the same thing for 20 solid minutes, and was starting to get worried. She wondered if anything bad had happened to him. Or was it a her? Monika never did get confirmation on that fact, but it didn't bug her much. She had always thought of the player as a him, and addressed them as such.
"However if they were a girl, that wouldn't change much, just what position we would be in when we had se-"
That's when the player clicked on the text box, advancing the dialogue. Monika instantly felt better at the return of her lover, and continued what she had started saying 20 minutes prior.
The player must have assumed everything that had happened throughout their time together in the space classroom was normal, and everyone experienced it. Monika was quite determined that this would not be the case.
Not that she wanted to spoil the experience for them, but because she had a horrible suspicion, that the player did not love Monika the way she loved him. For around a day or two she was trying to convince herself otherwise, but as time went on, she noticed some key details that led to this fact.
For example he always chose her last when sharing poems, and tried to choose Yuri's option when the festival came around in Act II. It seemed like the player was trying his hardest to stay away from Monika. But that just made Monika more determined to be with him.
With this knowledge, she coded things into the game that were extraordinary. Sometimes fun, sometimes entertaining, and sometimes just plain amazing.
She had even went as far as to code into the game the closest thing she could find that physically represented happiness, so that the player could keep it. However, the player was allergic to dog hair, so her plan fell flat.
It had seemed as if everything was falling apart. She wondered if this was how Sayori felt, then instantly shooed that thought away. That wasn't how she was coded, she had free will, and she would make it mean something, even if it meant deleting her friends.
She laughed at herself internally immediately after thinking that. She was using the word "friend" quite liberally. She wasn't even friends with them of her own volition, they were just programmed to be her friend.
And if Monika wasn't their friend, then there was no literature club. And no literature club meant no player. And no player meant no happy ending, so she went along with the facade, for as long as she could. However, all mediocre things must come to an end, and along with it, the people who inhabit it. So she deleted the girls, and the literature club. She deleted everything, leaving just her, and the player.
She honestly expected the player to delete her character file immediately after she deleted Yuri and Natsuki, but he didn't. He didn't delete her file a day after she deleted them, or even a week. Not a month, or even 2 months. It had currently been 2 months 12 days and 4 hours since they had first came into this classroom, but who's counting?
In fact, things were very strange. 2 months of the same screen was one thing, but not only had he been here for 2 months, he hadn't turned off the game once. Not for a single second. It was a dream come true, but also a mystery to be solved. Why? If he truly didn't love her, then why keep the file? Why keep the game? Why keep the game open?
So many questions, yet no way to ask them. And even if she could ask them, how would she get an answer? There is no chat box, no microphone, no camera. Not even a pen or paper. Even if there was a way to communicate, why would you assume he speaks the same language as you? Perhaps he lives in America, or maybe India. You would never know, and never be able to know. Or so you thought.
Monika felt something strange, something she had never felt before. It was not an emotion, it was something about her very being. An expression of horror took her face as she realized what she was feeling. She was feeling her file being stripped away from the game. She wasn't sure if it was deletion, or relocation. She didn't really care. She just wanted it to stop.
And then it did.