It's been some amount of time since i joined the Literature Club, although i am unaware of the specifics. I have been stuck in an inordinate loop of repeating the same mundane, repetitive events, for god knows how long. Monika had always provided a seemingly undeserved aura surrounding her, She always... unsettled me, and i didn't find out why until much further down the line. As time progresses, someone in our Club dies, usually its Sayori first, but that has changed once or twice, with Yuri seemingly disappearing earlier than she should have. eventually, i was replaced by a bizarrely quiet man known as "MC", although i doubt I'll ever discover why his parents despised him so, to the point of providing him with a fantastically terrible title.
So far, Natsuki has been the only source of resilience in my jest-fully plain life, unlike the others she seems to react... differently. The others repeated the lines provided to them by times script of conversation, but she never followed the norm. every repeat, her dialect was altered, she seemed to begin to remember fragments of the past, much to Monika's chagrin.
I appear to be getting ahead of myself, My name Ty, coming from the outbacks of The Red Eye, Australia. I have been tortured under the iron rule of a deranged sociopath, Monika. She controls the time script, and uses it purely to gain the affections of the ever agitated Aussie, me. However she seems to aim purely for MC nowadays. Petty, i know, it's best not dwell on such rheumatics. Over time i have been managing to gain access to the script Monika controls, under the guise of accidental penetration of her protective software. and over that period of time, as long and lonesome a road it had been, I have finally gained complete control of the script. Monika has not discovered this fact yet, as I allow her access as often and as much as she desires, I've been biding my time, and now is the time for the ever noxious bite of the snake to strike its ever unsuspecting prey.
We begun Differently than the way we used to, as I am no longer considered the Protagonist of the timeline. MC appears to have usurped my place, making my goals slightly more annoying. I spot Sayori, dragging a rather inanimate MC by the hand. I always felt bad about Sayori, I will never love her to the extent she loves me or what i used to be during my time as Protagonist of the timeline, under any circumstances, mainly due to the presence of a certain pink-haired, malnourished, abused yet Beautiful specimen. I may force the script in her favour, keeping her alive and with MC is the least she deserves. Monika and Yuri on the other hand do not deserve to remain on this ever fake plane of existence. Monika has been removing the life force of these people, even though she believed initially they were AI, she knew by the third repeat, and continued on her path anyway. As for Yuri, I don't trust her, any information I provide her, Monika soon knows, whereas with Nat and Sayori, such incidences did not occur, I believe Yuri may not be on my side as I initially thought.
After some mundane classes, which are filled with non-speaking shades to replace people, including the lecturers, and as they have no speech, I mainly sit there to pass the time with something to keep my legs from giving out. My next stop was simultaneously my heaven and my own personal satanic blood orgy pit...
The Literature Club.
Rather hesitantly i slowly meandered to the door of the Literature Club. one swift movement was all it took, for the entirety of the Literature Club, bar MC, to suddenly jolt out of their seats, Nat more than anyone else, it seemed she once again recognised the one other guy who didn't consist of some mediocre pencil shading.
With a lack of vigor, i mumble out a subtle "Ello, this wouldn't happen to be the Literature Club, would it?". Monika, in control as per usual, simply stated "Yep, you found us, Congrats to you, Ty!". Such a fake smile was only fitting upon the biggest liar in the room, the one person who could destroy every speck of the existence of every person in the room, well, until now at least.
Nat was initially surprised at my presence, however that shock turned to calmed expression, which melted my morbidly depressed demeanor like butter in the hands of anyone who is not Paula Deen.
(She really likes her butter.)
With reinvigorated confidence, I stomped my way into the club room, slammed the door shut, well, as close as I could get, it was a locked speed sliding door, and rather loudly, yet humbly stated "Well, looks like there's a new member in The Literature Club." Nat's reaction of pure bliss was more than enough to slap a rather large smile on my ever stoic face. my ever incandescent grin only widens as Nat darts directly into my sternum, arms snaking around me into a very natural feeling position, her forearms sitting just under my shoulder blades, hands meeting at the others wrists. my arms slowly binding around her without my consent, not that i minded.
Monika's face could be described purely as bamboozled, slowly regaining her composure, then muttering "It seems Natsuki knows Ty." "I didn't know Natsuki could actually like something... humph." The first statement from Yuri that day, a bizarre statement of sheer confidence, followed by the usual cowardice that the majority of her persona consists of.
Nat's reaction was... not expected to say the least. She merely murmured out "Fumpf mf mphmpy." into my pecs, vibrating with a strange tantalizing tingle which coursed throughout my body. I loosely translated her mumbles into "Fuck off Yuri."...
That's my motherfuckin' Nat.
Slowly I lower my body, getting my face parallel to her ever succulent ear and whisper the few words I knew would get her whole body quivering. "Been a long time, hasn't it BonBon?" My assumption was correct, as Nat began to slightly convulse at the whisper, attempting to hide her reaction to halt any slander from Yuri and Monika. 'BonBon' was the nickname I gave her very, very long ago. She's cute like a bunny, along with her petite stature, but she can't be controlled by others, she's the diamond in the rough around these parts, the only one who resisted the power of the script.
I hear Sayori mutter to MC "looks like I may have not needed you after all," This was almost definitely a term spoken purely in jest, I'm sure, but enough to get MC to stutter backwards slightly, overreacting far too much for it to be a normal reaction, bumping right into Sayori, who's body decides to send all the blood in her body to her cheeks, making it pretty obvious of her feelings to MC, not that I already knew that after what feels like several fucking eons, but reinforcement nonetheless.
slowly, Nat unwound her arms from my slightly bulky shoulders, and turned on her heels, seemingly prepared for insults and teasing to come her way, which only came from Monika, not surprising since her treatment of Sayori was rather sub-standard, leading eventually to her depression worsening, and then... something unpleasant.
Monika's statement was shocking to everyone but me, with the rather obnoxious "How did Natsuki get him? of all people to get someone like Ty, don't make me jealous Natsuki, you may regret it." This statement disturbed Sayori and Yuri, with Nat merely returning to my chest in annoyance, eager to return to the one thing that could keep her in a constant state of pleasure, perhaps not sexual, well, not yet anyhow. I slowly lowered to Nat's height, yet again getting parallel to her ear, and state "Leave the cupcakes to them, I already know how amazing they are, let us retreat to the closet, your manga is there, and I wish to see it."
Nat nodded, and rather hurriedly dragged me to the closet, the only thing considered a safe space for the poor girl. I turned as Nat finished dragging me in, but refused to let go, slightly contorting my shoulder, but I ignore such minor issues. I begin staring at Monika with the most intense gaze I could provide, a large clump of mud brown and yellowed strands swinging before my face, loosening from the loose short bun it usually remained within. From that point she knew, that messing with Ty Muller, or by attachment Natsuki, would be the last mistake she ever made.
To Be Continued..