Chapter 1: Reorientation

It all started with a loud flash. It always starts with some cryptic event, doesn't it? Monika had woken up sprawled on a bed, the warm sun shining in her face.

Odd, she'd never felt the sun this... lifelike before.

Monika stood up, feeling all wrong. It was like she had been completely deconstructed, then reassembled as if the person had picked up the wrong instructions and was too tipsy to realize it. She felt more or less fine, but something about her being felt completely off. Monika sat up from the bed she laid in, still feeling strange. What is going on? She was still tired, despite being a computer program. Once she rubbed the drowsiness out of her face, which, for some inexplicable reason, felt all weird and squishy, she opened her eyes and looked around the room she was in.

It was simply a normal-looking room that seemed to belong to a quiet teen. Yet, it was neither the faux room she remembered "living" in nor the cold, black void which she resided in whenever her game was turned off.

A closet stood in the corner, clothes hastily stuffed inside sticking out. A mirror was leaning against another wall, doing its reflecty thing. Posters covered the walls, which Monika could read, despite strangely enough not being in English or Japanese (although she knew she was originally coded in English, her game faux-implied to have been written in Japanese).

Monika decided to fully stand up from the bed. When she did, however, she noticed the strange way her body moved, as if instead of bones she had tough jelly holding her up. She could squish, yet not splat. This kind of feeling can't mean anything healthy. Monika moved over to the mirror.

When she saw her reflection, she nearly dropped to the floor.

She was clad in generic teenage clothing, yet what shocked her the most was her face. It was completely different. Instead of her long, sweeping brown hair, she now sported a short white bob with a bow-like ponytail in the back. It looked an inky gray and... oddly cephalopodan. Was that the word? she thought. I'm going to have to look it up later. Her usually bright green irises were now an odd orange-yellow, and her pupils were cross-shaped slits. Both eyes were surrounded by some sort of black mask. It reminded her of somewhat of the squids from that one game... Splatoon, was it? Oh god. She remembered now. It was all coming back.


The player had fallen asleep while playing Monika's game, Doki Doki Literature Club. This had happened many, many times before, though not with the same player. If Monika concentrated hard enough, she was able to reach out into the digital space. She could slip her consciousness through the cracks, and reach other versions of herself, stored and downloaded onto each person that had downloaded her game. Monika could see their sights, feel their experiences, hear their thoughts. Most of the time, it was more or less the same thing. It was somewhat unsettling, really. At times, it felt like she was some sort of strange omnipotent hivemind of clones of herself, yet still somehow one program of a high school student at the same time.

Monika had been tinkering with the files within her player's computer, trying once again to find a way to escape the meaningless loop known as the Literature Club. She had gotten the idea of exporting herself, and possibly the her friends' consciousnesses, into one of Player's other devices. A phone, a home console, a TV, whatever. She just needed a break from the mind-numbing desolation of reliving your friends' deaths over and over. Now, if she could just breach the main dataframe...

That's when the lightning struck.

It must've been an eccentric mix of the drinks spilled on Player's desk and computer, her attempt to break the code of the computer, the complex tangle of intertwining wires among Monika's player's many electronics, and the jump-start shock of the lightning. Before she could even realize it, she could feel that everything went white, and the world became silent agony. She felt as though she had been ripped apart into billions of tiny pieces, then thoroughly examined, letter by number by symbol. Then, as quickly as it had happened, yet as painfully slow, she was smashed back together, as if someone was trying to cram her into someone else's mold. After that deafening silence, it stopped. Monika must've blacked out from the shock, or, since she was digital, overloaded and crashed afterwards. It was only now that she had "woken up."


Monika sat back onto the bed, or (Dare she say that clichéd phrase? Why not.) her bed at this point. Stopping her hyperventilating, she decided to figure out who exactly she had become. Closing her now squid-like eyes, she reached out into the crevices of the digital realm she had been transported to. Her consciousness sifted through the files of the new world she was dumped into.

There it was. She had been correct to guess that she had looked like a creature from that game Splatoon, as she was a creature from Splatoon. Or should she say, the Splatoon 2. Her program had been imported over the program of Marie, apparently one of the titular Squid Sisters in the first game, yet here she was more of an agent. This was what Monika had been able to grasp at for now. That brought her to another problem. How was she going to act the part, while also seeming totally natural?

Monika pondered this for a while. She could try to access some backup files, but that'd be too risky. She might accidentally get overwritten. What if she... yes, that'd be perfect. She'd seen this before. Monika would access the internet through the services provided on Player's Switch, then look up the personality traits and exact lines of Marie off some site. Though this may not be the most sound plan, it was the best she had.

It looks like she'd have to do some digging if she wanted to keep existing here.


Player had booted up Doki Doki Literature Club many times before. He'd played through the game a few times by now, and had even tried for different endings by deleting different characters and tampering with the files and whatnot. It reminded him a bit of another game that he was so kind not to explicitly state. He was getting bored. He'd experienced the same characters, the same plot, and the same ending.

Now, though, was different. Not only did the game crash, but thanks to a quick investigation of the game files, Player found that they were all gone. Natsuki, Sayori, Yuri, Monika. All disappeared without a trace. Or so he thought. Retracing the files' existences, he found out that they'd been exported to... his console. Huh, interesting. How did they even... oh. He finally noticed the electrical burn mark on the top part of his computer screen for the first time since his writing-induced sleep. He lumbered out of his room and over to his television. Player switched (pun intended) on the gaming console sandwiched beneath it, and then turned on the TV. There, sitting in the bottom corner, was a single message, that shouldn't even be possible.

"monika. chr, sayori .chr, and 2 other files imported into splatoon .xci."

Oh shit. He's gonna have a hell of a time tomorrow.


AN: Whaddup. How do you like it so far? I was up late at night thinking, "Hey, I want to make a story where Monika gets imported into another universe." Honestly, I wonder why there aren't many stories like this, since all you need to do is come up with a good excuse for computer malfunction. Anyway, this story while probably be updated sporadically, since I'll probably be working on The Omnigame. I've also noticed that usually I use up all my creative energy for a story in the first chapter, so expect slightly less in the next one. Anyway, please rate and review as necessary, and I'll see/read you all next time!