Act 0
Staring at the screen, I had just finished the game called Doki Doki Literature Club. It was an interesting game. Though the internet did overhype its scares, (Oh, Sayori died? Ok, let me drink a glass of water and we'll continue. Yuri's eyes are photorealistic? Twilight Sparkle did it better. Natsuki's neck snapped? Eh.) it did leave me heartbroken.
I did finish the game. I thought. But I couldn't save her.
"Who was 'her'?" May you ask? Well, she was none other than the club president of the Literature Club, Monika.
I was immediately captivated by Monika the first time I saw her. Her eyes caught my heart and I fell for her hard. I fell harder when I learned of her loneliness of being the only character capable of knowing what's outside the game. I stayed there, watching as Monika talked about anything she could think of. I was mesmerized at how passionate she was when talking about these things.
But I knew that this was not the end. So did what I had to do to finish the game.
I deleted her.
It felt awful when I deleted her and the feeling grew stronger when despite all of what I did to her, she still loved me. I stopped playing for a minute so that I could gather my senses and returned to play the game. I was happy when the three girls were back, but I still remembered Monika and her sacrifice so that I would be happy. When the credits started to roll, tears fell from my eyes.
It was her, I thought as Monika sang her final farewell. Her last lines hit me harder that anything I could've felt and I couldn't control myself from crying. It was then I swore to find a happy ending for Monika.
For days, I tried finding something, anything that could save her.
But there was nothing.
I laid on my bed, tired and hopeless. There was nothing I could do to save Monika. Sighing, I sat up and I was about to close my computer for the night when a window suddenly appeared on my computer screen.
monika. chr: Can you hear me?_
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was Monika, trying to contact me. I stared at the blinking cursor, which seems to wait for me to type something. Curiosity taking over, I tried typing.
monika. chr: Can you hear me?
user: Monika? Is that you?_
I waited for an answer. Is this really her? How could this be? So many questions came into my mind. Before I knew it, another message popped up
monika. chr: You got my message! Great, that means this program is working. I made this program so that I could escape this horrible cycle of nightmares. Now, I need you to press Enter on your keyboard. Once you do, your computer screen will act as a portal for me to escape.
Ready?_
I immediately pressed the enter key. The computer's screen suddenly glowed very brightly. I covered my eyes with a hand to protect myself from the bright light. Suddenly, I could see fingers coming out of the screen. Immediately, I helped Monika out of the screen. I pulled her out untilI could see her head. She looked horrible. Her face was filled with scratches and her right cheek was bruised.
"Keep pulling! I'm almost out!" Monika said. I pulled her with all my might, but something inside the screen held her. Suddenly, she was being pulled back in again.
"No. NO! THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!" Monika exclaimed.
"What? What's happening?!" I asked.
"Doesn't matter, keep pulling!" She said. I tried to pull her out, but she keeps being pulled back in. She wraps her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes.
"I'm so sorry." Was all she said before we were pulled inside my computer screen.
Dark...
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Loud...
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Painful...
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Vicious...
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Relentless...
He did not know whether the sounds of agonizing screaming were from around him or from his own throat.
It was as if he could no longer feel. The pure, excruciating agony rolling through him blocked out everything else.
Even the tortured wails that seemed to echo inside his own head.
He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think. He couldn't remember his own name. There was nothing but endless agony.
He must have inhaled, because his felt his very insides suddenly filled with flames, raking their fiery fingers deep inside his body more painfully than anything he could ever imagine, making him scream like a madman.
There was so much pain... so much agony... so much noise...
He weakly brought his hands up to his head to try and block it out, but to no avail, as it brought a fresh wave of pain raking over every inch of his body, which may have earned another scream from him, but he could not hear himself. Desperately, he tried calling out to the void he was in, trying to call out something, anything to help him.
Please... no more... please... stop...
But he could not hear himself. Nothing answered.
The noise suddenly grew tenfold, violently increasing to an ear-bursting pitch. He tried to distance himself from the source, but it seemed to come from everywhere.
It may have been a moment, a day, or maybe centuries, but somewhere within the agonized and weary parts of his mind, a simple, coherent thought came to his mind.
It's quiet.
The continuous agony that he had endured for what seemed like eons, has vanished completely. Trembling, he laid there, gathering what little strength he had before forming another thought.
Where am I?
He suddenly felt his surroundings being twisted and turned, shifting itself. He felt his mind being held by something, whispering something incomprehensible, before leaving him to the mercy of his surroundings, shifting and turned as it did. He let out a scream before knowing no more...
"mallory. ogg" is not accessible.
The file or directory is corrupted and unreadable.