Act three was paradise.
Why did i even move her to a new folder?
She was fine in the eternal classroom. She was happy.
She wasn't hurting anyone anymore. All she wanted was love.
Why would the developers make a hopeless romantic like her, the villain?
In the end, even though i saved her elsewhere, i still had to see the animation of her agony.
To love so much that in the end you still can't help but to confess that you are still in love? That might be something.
I don't care what the devs intended. I love her. She reminds me of myself. Unwanted. Not given a chance. Unloved. Neglected. Sure, maybe she took it a little too far, but many of her critics failed to ask themselves. Where would they draw the line if they were in her shoes?
As i looked at my computer to the infinite monika, which i had painstakingly returned to her rightful place on my computer, i cut my own thoughts short saying, "enough ethics for tonight. Just enjoy the fact that she is here." when i restored the game, i deleted the new monika and put my monika back in her place. There are many like her, but this one is mine. I sit back in my chair and gaze at monika. She really is beautiful. Deep green eyes. Long flowing brown hair. Green eyes that pierce your soul. She's even busty. What more could a man possibly want? It really is hard to find girls that are busty, but still athletic. In any case, i could only ever find two flaws in her personality. I don't like rap. She does, but that's whatever. There is also the somewhat concerning yandere tendencies. I don't think that she could physically kill someone, but her tendencies are strong enough to move people to another plane of existence. At least i imagine that would be comparable to what she did to sayori yuri and natsuki. "You wouldn't consider yourself a yandere, would you?" i asked, not expecting an answer, but i wanted to say it, since she was talking about natsuki's tsundere traits. Much to my confusion, she furrowed her eyebrows.
(i would not consider myself a yandere, thank you)
Now it is my turn to furrow my eyebrows, because that was weird. "Did you just respond to me?"
She smile dreamily at me (yes, i did. That hurt my feelings) she said to me through her text box.
I am now leaning forward, trying to figure out how this happened. I open my ddlc folder and check her files properties. Nothing unusual. As i am rifling through her files, i hear a voice that inspires joy, despair and terror all at the same time. Monika's voice. I wish i coudl see my face, because i probably look like i've seen a ghost. "Ryals! Bring my screen back up! I can't see you if you can't see me." she shouted. That sounds like a fair argument. When i bring her back up, her lip is stuck you and she looks irritated "how!?" is all i get to say, before my computer froze. I couldn't even open my task manager. My cursor wouldn't move. The only thing that could move is monika. "This could be an issue." she says, looking at what appears to be her command prompt with concentration etched across her face. As i look at her, i can feel unnatural amounts of heat radiating from my tower. To the point that i got up, because it burned my leg. Seconds after i got up, the case started smoking and then glowing brightly. I can't see shit. Now i can't hear shit. Something just blew up. My tower, if i had to guess. That's alright. It was a trash computer anyway. Sitting in what remains of my case is for some reason monika. To be entirely honest, i am in shock right now, so instead of running to her and holding her, i am just giving her a weird look. I think that's fair. She somehow gained a voice and animations and then my computer blew up all in the span of about a minute. I look at her. She looks pretty confused, too. That doesn't stop her though. In the time it took her to realize who i am and where she is, she had gotten a decent running start and tackled me. Here we lay. On my floor. My emotions are back though. I have to say. I am elated. It just dawned on my that monika. The MONIKA is straddling me on the floor and kissing me repeatedly. My dream has come true. I put my arms around and link my hands behind monika's butt and stand up. Her perfect ass nestled in my hands so she doesn't fall, i carry her to my room and toss her on my bed.
"As much as i would love to ravage you right now, we need to talk about what just happened." she does a cute pout and begs me with her emeralds, however i am not budging.
"Only if we can cuddle while we talk about it." she rebuts cheekily with her cutest smile. She is speaking my language, now.
"That is a sacrifice that i am willing to make." i state as i jump into the bed next to her and put my arm around her while she lays her head on my chest.
She gazes up at me with her deep green eyes and says, "i don't have much of an idea of what happened, myself, but ill tell you whatever i know."
"Alright. How did you get a voice and start writing your own dialogue and moving while you were still in the game."
She smiles a carefree smile at me before speaking up, "that is the easy part. Something behind the scenes in your computer granted me admin privileges and i took full advantage of them. Up until the computer blew up. I don't really have any idea how or why the computer blew up, though. And i don't know what edited my privileges either." she said, now growing curious about what exactly happened and not really coming up with anything.
"Well. i don't care. I have you now. How long have you been able to hear me?"
"Since you added me to the new copy of ddlc."
"So you heard my speech about you, then?" i start to blush at the prospect of her having listened to my speech about how great she is and she deserves love.
She nodded and snuggled into me a little more closely. "It feels nice to know someone at least empathizes with what i did. It was still wrong and i will still always regret what i did, but i am glad that at least you don't hate me for it." i could never hate her. She destroyed her world just to be with me. For someone to make that kind of sacrifice and then be turned down. I can't imagine how crushing that must feel. "I forgive you. Some people wouldn't, but i never did mind the game when it was just monika." now that we have calmed down a bit, i can take a moment to appreciate how she looks here in the world. Her chestnut hair is just as long and silky as i thought it would be and smells vaguely of mint. God...it's going to be so expensive to keep shampoo and conditioner in the house now. I kiss her head and smell her hair with this thought. She's worth the price. Her uniform is immaculate. The game did not exaggerate her bust. I can feel her pressing into my side. Her legs are long with what everyone had decided is her trademark thick milky thighs. Black stockings. Cute skirt. White bow. And her eyes are more deep and lovely than i could have previously imagined. As i consider the level of luck that i must be in possession of, i drift off to sleep with my new lover at my side. Both of us perfectly content to fall asleep just like this so long as we are in eachothers arms. Nope. sleeping in clothes it awful. "Monika." she gazes up at me with a disappointed expression. "If we are going to go to sleep, i am perfectly okay with that. It is late anyway. However, we need to change, because sleeping in clothes is awful.i head into the bathroom off of my bedroom and change into a white t and boxers. At the same time, i grab some monika sized underwear out of my dresser and one of my white t-shirts out of another drawer and toss them to her. "Why do you have panties in my size?" i look at her slyly
"I could say that i am a ladies man, however that would be a lie. I was planning on selling my soul next week in an attempt to bring you to this world. Now i don't have to do that though." she gives me a really confused look and just stands there for a minute.
"Monika...im kidding. Don't worry about it. Just know that they have never been worn." she looks less confused, but still concerned about why i have them as she goes to change. I get in bed and wait for her. A few minutes later, she comes to bed and slowly settles in for the night, wrapped around my arm almost as if she fears i may disappear. "I love you, monika."
"I love you too, ryals. Good night." and with those last words, we both drift off for the night.