"Did it work?"
After a series of blinding flashes and incomprehensible sounds, Monika emerged from your computer monitor, standing in full physical presence in front of your desk. You were sitting on your bed, across from your monitor as you plugged your ears and clenched your eyes shut.
After slowly opening your eyes, you were able to take in Monika's form. You couldn't believe it. She was finally real.
"Yeah, it worked..."
Monika stood idly, but her face went pale within seconds, her legs also shaking as she fell to the ground.
"Monika!"
You rushed to her, knelt next to her, and then gently held her in your arms, letting Monika's head rest on one arm, the other supporting her abdomen. Her body felt cold, trembling under your touch as she started to breathe heavily.
This didn't surprise you.
Before this, Monika existed as just lines of code and png files. She couldn't handle all of the new sensations of a physical reality; your reality.
"Anon..."
She tried to retain the mature, collected tone within her voice, but to no avail.
"I... I think I'm scared..."
You paused, staring at her emerald eyes as they began to glisten with tears.
"Me too..."
You stood up, holding Monika in your arms while
met with no protest. She was relatively dense in weight, but mostly due to the fact that you've never handled someone in this manner. It felt as if you were carrying a full-grown adult, but with the physical understandings of a toddler.
"Monika.. I love you."
She was startled by the sound of your voice, combined with the statement that you've never been able to directly say to her.
You walked in few steps towards your bed and set Monika down on her back.
"I love you too Anon.~"
She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, seeming to have mildly pulled herself together because of the soft nature of the bed and your confession, even if she had said the same words to you countless times.
You laid down next to her, turning onto your sides to face each other. The silence felt eternal while you both maintained full eye contact. The lack of words still spoke in pages to you. The sensations of real life had strongly impacted Monika, and you wondered where both of you would continue as a couple. What would your peers, especially your parents think about this situation? You haven't even moved out to live on your own, yet Monika was now your responsibility. It was a lot to take in from both ends.
Minutes pass, and you noticed the sweat forming on Monika's forehead. You pulled her close, embracing her staggering warmth. She definitely had a fever.
"Anon..."
You remained silent, pulling away from Monika and getting up from the bed to walk into your closet, coming back holding a thin, white t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. You didn't have many options for clothing, let alone clothing specifically for Monika, but you know that her school uniform isn't doing any better.
"Here Monika, change into these. It's not much, but I can tell that you're very sick."
She was reluctant as you held out the outfit, but Monika has said before that she'll do anything for you, especially if you cared for her.
You had to assist her while unbuttoning her jacket and removing any other garments, keeping all lewd comments or reactions to yourself. Monika didn't seem to mind that you were helping her undress; after all, this was her first time, since she only existed previously with her uniform, never even able to feel clothing, let alone change outfits. She'd occasionally flinch or let out a sharp, but quiet yelp as you handled her, but you kept working with her slowly, gently removing her entire outfit down to her underwear.
After you assumed that she was comfortable enough, you handed Monika the shirt and pajama pants, allowing her to change by herself. She managed, but still with mild trembling in her movements.
You left for a minute to fill a glass of water for her. When you came back, Monika looked completely different , but in the best way possible. She was kneeling on the bed, low enough to where her feet were at her sides. The pajama pants seemed like a proper fit, but the shirt looked about a size too big, loosely drooping around her body below her breasts. She also decided to remove her ribbon, holding it in her left hand as it rested on her thigh, her long hair flowing after being let down, a graceful contrast to how petite she looked in that outfit and pose.
You knelt beside her and handed her the water. The glass shook in her grasp, despite her holding it with both hands. Good thing the cup was only half-full.
After Monika struggled to take a sip, you rested your hand on her shoulder.
"Do you feel any better?"
You knew it was a dumb question, but even if
Monika wasn't feeling better, you still wanted to comfort her.
"Of course. After all, I finally have you next to me~"
She seemed to be slowly getting better at speaking.
You laid down on your back again, Monika following suit.
"Let's get some sleep for now, okay? I've got quite a lot of things to teach you tomorrow."
Monika smiled.
"Anything for you, Anon~"
There was much to do from here, for you could tell that Monika was still struggling to get used to the new world, but always remained calm, as long as she was talking to you.
The lights had stayed on, yet you and Monika were able to close your eyes tightly hugging each other as both of you slept for what felt like an eternity.