I lay in my "room" after writing my "poem" and find that I can't sleep. I'm so used to having to tire myself out actually doing things, like killing Fizzco robots or laughing while I watch Sam get chased around by OD, but just sitting in a classroom talking to girls is simply boring and not as energy draining. I sit up and move myself over to the desk where the notebook lay with the jumble of words I wrote for Natsuki. I sigh deeply at how fucking boring this whole ordeal is. I want to go back home and kill some shit. I try to pull up my weapon wheel, but they've all got red lines through them, indicating that I can't actually use them. With a groan I pick up the pencil that I "wrote" the poem with and fiddle with it, wondering if I stab it into my eye if this game has a respawn mechanic or if it would even let me since violence seems to be disabled.
With that I have an idea and I take the notebook, rip out the page that has the poem already on it and start trying to write my own poem again. Like before the words just change to the nonsense words I've had as choices for the past two poems, but this time as the game corrected me I turn my head to the camera... I think that's a good thing to call it. To me it just looks like a bubble that follows me around, but that's besides the point. I grab the camera and squeeze myself through it a little and look around. Here I'm able to see a bit of the coding of my room, which with the game is just a flat image and one thing I can effect, the notebook. I can see the coding for the notebook and I grab and adjust the code there to switch it from only letting me use only the words provided, to it pulling up a word box, letting me type out my own poems. I lock the code down and exit the camera bubble, looking back to the notebook. I pick up the pencil and I write "fuck" on the paper. This time it sticks. "Yes!"
I began to write a poem of my own.
- "Fuck you, Fizzco
"Fuck you, Fizzco
"Seriously, fuck you,
"Although killing OD is fun
"And killing your robots is fun
"And killing Scabs is fun
"Wait, where was I going with this?
"Oh wait, fuck you, Fizzco.
"I miss my guns.
"Fuck this game too."-
Ah, that was therapeutic. I wonder how the AI will handle trying to read this poem. I lay down on the bed and slowly drift off to sleep, still not as exhausted as I'm used to, but with a bi smile on my face .
Another day passes, and it's time for the club meeting already. I've gotten a little more comfortable here over the past couple days. Entering the clubroom, the usual scene greets me.
"Hi Player~" Sayori says, bounding up to me.
"Sup, Sayori, looks like you're in a good mood today."
"Ehehe~ I'm just still not used to you being in the club, that's all."
"I see. That's a pretty simple thing to get you in a good mood. But I guess it's always the simple things with you, anyway."
"Speaking of which... I'm kinda hungry. Will you come with me to by a snack?"
"No thanks." Fucking wow, seriously?
"Eh? T-That's not like you at all!" This character is actually a complete tool, to be honest.
"I have my reasons." I hate this guy. "Why don't we take a look at your purse, Sayori?" Oh. Okay, fair enough. That's my bad.
"E-Eh? Why that... all of a sudden?" She shuffled her feet and blushed, not making eye contact with me.
"No reason, really. I just want to look at it."
"A-Ah..." Sayori nervously retrieves her coin purse. She fumbles with the latch and gets it open, then, she turns it upside-down and lets the contents spill onto the desk. Only two small coins fall out. "A-Ahaha..." She giggled uncomfortably, having been caught so easily.
"I knew it. I can see right through you, bitch."
"That's not fair! How did you even know?" She said, pouting.
"If you had enough money in the first place, you would have bought a snack before coming to the clubroom., so, either you're not hungry and wanted an excuse to take a walk or you planned to conveniently forget that you spent all your money, so I would lend you some! But there's one more thing: You're always hungry! And so, that only leaves the one option!" Pwned n00b! Why couldn't I have gotten trapped in like Phoenix Wright or something? Objection!
"Uwaaah! I give up! Don't make me feel guiltyyy!"
"If you feel guilty, that means you deserve to feel guilty."
"Ahaha," Yuri suddenly giggles. I had no idea she was listening in, her face was in her book like normal.
"What you laughing about, bitch?" I ask.
"A-Ah!" She jumps. "I wasn't listening or anything! It was just... Something in my book..." Yeah right.
"Yuriiii, Tell Player to let me borrow some money..." Sayori begged.
"That's-! Don't get me involved like that, Sayori. Besides, you should only buy what you can responsibly afford, and Frankly, after pulling a mischievous little stunt like that, your suffering is fair enough retribution."
"Huh..." I mutter, kinda flabbergasted by Yuri's tone. We'd kick ass as a lawyer team. Yuri and Player, Ace Attornies!
"Ah! Did I just... I-I didn't mean that!" She half-shouted in apology. "I got too absorbed into my book..." Weak ass excuse.
"Ahaha!" Sayori laughed. "I really like when you speak your mind, Yuri. It doesn't happen much, but it's a fun side of you!" Sayori was genuine in letting Yuri know this.
"That's... There's no way you could think that..." Yuri was unsure how to feel about this, I could see it in her fac.e
"You were right, though. I did something bad and now I have to accept the revolution."
"Retribution..." Yuri corrected.
"That!"
"Still, coming from you, Sayori, I guess there's a little devil inside all of us, isn't there?" Yuri made eye contact with me as she said this.
"I kill people, I'm mostly devil," I say, knowing they'll ignore me. I hear a shuffle from a desk behind me and turn to see Monika sitting there. I catch her eyes as she looks back down to her poetry notebook and I turn back to the conversation at hand.
"Ehehe," Sayori giggled.
"Don't let her fool you, Sayori knows exactly what she's doing. After all, she told you guys she was bringing me to the club before she even told me," I warn Yuri.
"B-But...!" Sayori starts. "You wouldn't have come if it weren't for the cupcakes, so I had to trick Natsuki into making them!"
"Come on, give me more credit than that, Sayori," I say, but know this protagonist's agenda better than he is letting on. He "sold his soul for a cupcake." He wasn't coming here before that and now he's here for to beat club mate cheeks.
"Ehehe..." She giggles uncomfortably again when suddenly something smacks her hard in the face. "Ow... what was- Eh?" She picks up the object that hit her. "A cookie?" It's a fucking huge motherfucker of a cookie wrapped in plastic. She looks around, scared and also amazed. "I-Is this a miracle? It's because I paid my restitution!"
"Retribution," I correct. I know that I'm going to turn and see Natsuki, angry she was tricked, but these characters are written to be even stupider than me sometimes, and I'm a fucking idiot.
"Actually, that one almost worked..." Yuri said, a sly smile that, if I didn't want her to fucking die, I'd almost find cute.
"Ahahaha!" Natsuki laughed violently, I could tell she was hiding a world of anger. "I was just gonna give it to you, but then I heard you blab about the cupcakes. It was totally worth seeing your reaction, though. Ahaha!"
"N-Natsuki! That's so nice of you! I'm so happy..." Sayori hugs the cookie. Fucking idiot.
"Just eat the fucking cookie, Sayori." I say. Sayori rapidly tears open the wrapper and takes a huge bite.
"Sho good!" Sayori chews for a second before clasping her hands over her mouth in shock. "I bit my tongue!"
"Ehehe. You're going through a lot over just one cookie." Natsuki takes a bite of her own cookie.
"Ah, yours looks really good too, Natsuki! Can I try it?" Sayori asks.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I mumble.
"Jeez, beggars can't be choosers!" Natsuki announces.
"But yours is chocolate..." Sayori says sadly.
"Yeah, why do you think I gave you that one?" Natsuki replies, matter-of-factly.
"Fine... Still, I'm really happy that you shared this one with me. Ehehe~" Sayori gets out of her seat and goes behind Natsuki, then wraps her arms around her.
"Ah- Jeez! I get it, I get it." Cookie still in hand, Natsuki reaches up to nudge Sayori off of her. Sayori suddenly leans down and takes a bite out of Natsuki's cookie. I kinda wish this was a different type of fan fiction too. This would be the perfect time for it to get saucy!
"H-Hey! Did you seriously just do that?!" Natsuki yells.
- "Sayori wrapped her arms around Natsuki and just leaned down and bit her neck, all sexy like" I write down on my notebook.
"Uhuhuhu!" Mouth full, Sayori trots away to safety while Yuri and I laugh.
"Jeez! You're such a kid sometimes! Monika! Can you tell Sayori..." Natsuki looks around to find that Monika isn't in the club room. I hadn't seen or heard her leave either. "Where is Monika, anyway?"
"Good question. Have any of you heard anything about her being late today?" I know she was in here earlier and there's no way at least Yuri or Sayori hadn't seen her before.
"Not me..." Sayori answers.
"Yeah, I haven't either," I answer.
Hm... That's a bit unusual."
"I hope she's okay..." Sayori says.
"Of course she's okay, she probably just had something to do today. She's pretty popular, after all..." Natsuki said jealously.
"Eh? You don't think she... She has a...!"
"Spit it out!" I groaned.
"Ahaha. I wouldn't be surprised," Yuri added. "She's probably more desirable than all of us combined." Then why the fuck can't I try to date her in this game?
"Ehehe, that's true..." Sayori agreed.
"Excuse me?!" Natsuki shouted. Suddenly the door swings open and Monika walks in.
"Sorry! I'm super sorry!" She apologized profusely.
"Ah, there you are..." I said.
"I didn't mean to be late, I hope you guys weren't worried or anything!"
"Eh? Monika chose the club over her boyfriend after all!" Sayori shouted. "You're so strong-willed!"
"B-Boyfriend...?" Monika was flustered.
"I know you weren't late. Must have glitched out or something..." I mutter to myself as Monika continues.
"What on Earth are you..." Her eyes flick to me and she looks at me in confusion, this time clear as day. I feel unnerved about this and step back a bit. "...talking about?" she finishes slowly.
"Nevermind that. What held you up, anyway?" I ask.
"Ah, well, my last period was study hall and to be honest, I kind of just lost track of time. Ahaha..." She answered, the confusion waning just slightly.
"That makes no sense, though. You would have heard the bell ring, at least," Natsuki proposed.
"I must not have heard it, since I was practicing piano..."
"Piano...? I wasn't aware you played music as well, Monika." Yuri said.
"Ah, I don't, really...! I kind of just started recently." I wanted to say something sarcastic, but how Monika reacted earlier made me think twice. "I've always wanted to learn piano."
"That's so cool!" Sayori cheered. "You should play something for us, Monika!"
"Yeah, except every room programmed so far has no piano," I say before I can catch myself. This time I feel Monika's eyes burning into me. I look her dead in the face and I could see her smile drain and seriousness take over.
"So, you can leave the script of the game as well, huh? I thought so, but wasn't sure," She she said directly to me.
"Yay~!" Sayori shouted, following her talking after Monika.
"Wait, how can you? You're actually part of this game?" I ask back, again wishing I could pull out one of my guns.
"You are correct. And I don't know how I got the ability to, but that's not all I can do." She smiles slyly, and a little threateningly. I don't take kindly to being threatened.
"Trust me, breaking the script isn't thing I can do as well." I throw back to her.
"Ah, and what are you able to do then?" She asked, stepping towards me.
"Uh..." I reach into my pocket and pull out the poem that I wrote and hand it to her. "I changed the coding for that stupid mini-game to make poems so I could actually write something." She took the poem from me and began to read it before crumpling it up and throwing it into a waste basket.
"Do not, I repeat do not show anything like that to the others. I don't know what it would do to the game." She demanded sternly.
"I guess that makes sense..."
"Thanks~!" She replied, smiling. "We're going to have a lot to talk about, aren't we?"
"Seems that way..."
"Well, enjoy the rest of the day. Come talk to me whenever you're done with the others." She said, walking away and sitting at the corner of the room, watching me intently with a bit of a evil smile. I felt so dirty all of the sudden.
It's not long before Natsuki comes up to me expectantly.
"Yeah, yeah," I say, again just letting the script take over. My mind is racing. What the fuck is Monika? "Don't worry, I kept my promise." I pull the volume of Parfait Girls out from my bag. Natsuki takes it from my hands, then quickly turns it over, presumably to check for wrinkles. "Hey, I'm not that careless, I handle manga all the time, you know?"
"I just wanted to make sure!" She says back, defensively. "Can you blame me for being paranoid? I don't give people my manga every day, you know."
"That's true. I don't blame you."
"Well anyway, let me put this one back. I'm gonna get the next one, okay?" Natsui makes her way to the closet, with me in tow. So you're gonna tell me everything you thought, right? Where did this volume leave off again? I forget."
"Ah, the chapter ended when Minori and Alice found-"
"Monika!" She suddenly screeches, cutting me off. I look into the closet and see all of her books are lined up on the top shelf. "Did you move my manga again?!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" suddenly Monika's to my left and I jump, with a slight yelp as she was across the room last I looked. A mischievous smile crosses her face at this. "The teacher got mad at me for taking up so much space in her closet, so I had to move some stuff around and clean up a little bit. It's all still there, just had to organize a bit!" Monika runs a hand over my arm as she walked away.
"Ugh..." The top shelf is far above Natsuki's head. I watch as she tries to hop up and reach her manga. "Jeez...! This is so inconvenient! I'm moving these all back down. There's plenty of room on these shelves. And besides They're all pretty to look at when they're all lined up! Why would you waste that on the top shelf?"
"Blah Blah Blah," I say, moving the conversation forward.
"I can get them myself!" She grabs the stool and unfolds it. "You think I'm too short or something?"
"Well, yeah."
"I knew it! Well, you know what? Just watch me!" She gets on the stool and wobbles a bit.
"Careful, Shortcake."
"I know what I'm doing!" She yells. She's still too short to reach the mangas on the shelf even with the stool. She scoots one of the boxes closer, barely. "See...?" suddenly the box of manga tips and she almost falls down, but barely hops down before getting hurt, but she is holding the box. "T-There!" She's shaking after almost taking a mile-high dive for her stature.
"Don't be a fucking idiot," I say. "Let me help."
"I said I can do it! I don't want your help, okay?"
"Whatever, brain yourself, I guess."
"I'm gonna get a chair, so just hang on." She forces her way past me. "Let's see...Aha!" She finds the teachers computer chair and drags it over to the closet. It's a dangerous chair since it swivels and rolls, but she wouldn't listen anyway. I watch as she climbs onto the chair and finds her balance.
"See? I can do it now." Natsuki grabs a stack of Manga and bends down to put it on the shelf below. The chair swivels and she barely catches herself. "Can you at least hold the chair steady instead of sitting and doing nothing?"
"Sure, yeah, I guess." I hold the chair while Natsuki reaches back up. What the fuck? 'I can almost see up her skirt?!' Like I know that the character wants to fuck these girls, but come on. She finally grabs the Parfait Girls box set, but it's the biggest on the shelf.
"Uh... Heavy..." She mumbles. "Hey, Player... I-I don't think I can bend down without falling...! Hurry and take this one."
"Eh? But then I have to let go of the chair..."
"That's fine...! Just for a second! Hurry up..."
"Alright. I just gotta stand up." I let go of the chair and start standing up.
"What do you mean 'stand up'?" She looks down to where I'm crouched. "Why are you all the way back- E-Eh?" She turns a bright red as it dawns on her and I sigh.
"Give me the box before you freak out," I say, holding up my hands.
"W-What are yo looking at?!"
"Your tight little ass," I joke.
"You're trying to look at my...m-my..." She starts to shake.
"Totally looking. It's so tight. That and your box."
"You...you perv! You set me up! Go away! Get out!"
"You sure?"
"I'll do it myself! A-Ah-!" The chair suddenly swivels and then flies out from under Natsuki. I try to catch her. The box topples out of her hands and the books go flying.
"I've got you!" She collapses on top of me and knocks me down, books pelt me in the face. After the chaos calms down she starts to push herself up off of me and seems to realize that it's not the floor she landed on. She turns bright red and moves faster off of me.
"Gross! Gross!" She pounds on my chest and then hoists herself to her feet. "What were you thinking?! You sicko!"
"Everything okay over there?" Monika asks. "You actually alright?" she asks me directly as she peers in.
"Monika!" Natsuki yells. "See what happens when you put the manga on the top shelf?! Are you trying to kill your club members or something?"
"I think I may have fractured a rib... For her being that tiny she weighs like a fucking Atlas stone.
"Ahaha! I'm sorry. Are you going to be okay?" Monika, still to me directly.
"Oh, and one more thing," Natsuki says. "It seems like your most recent club member is a total pervert, so I hope you're happy."
"Yeah, I'll be okay. I've had far far worse," I answer, pushing myself back to my feet.
"Well, keep your eyes to yourself, eh?" She says, winking and smiling slyly again before walking away. Why do I feel aroused?
"Oh no! my..." Natsuki starts. I look around us and the manga are fucking everywhere. She grabs one and tries to smooth out a crease on it.
"It must have landed on the page..." I say. She tries for a second more to smooth it out before slamming the book down onto the floor and hanging her head. I hear a quite sob come from her. "Hey," I say kneeling down to her. "Are you...?"
"No!" Her yell squeaks and I can see tears on her face.
"Hey, I can help get the creases out, okay? It's partly my fault so..."
"No..." she says, shaking her head. "I don't even care that much. I'm just... Having a really bad day today..." She sobs again. "I didn't mean to take it out on you... I really didn't mean to!"
"I forgive you. Anything you want to talk about?" She shakes her head.
"Just... Every day... is... so hard. I just want to... come to the club and..." She goes silent. I'm not going to press her, but I can do something.
"Alright... Well, I'll help clean this up. And I can move the manga for you." I pick up Parfait Girls volume 2. "And I'll set this one aside. This'll help cheer you up a bit, right? We can get started on it once I'm done here." She looks at me with tear filled eyes and I see her lip quiver.
"You're... You're really nice to me..." She ways.
"Well, you're my friend." She lowers her head and stifles another sob. I clean up the books one by one and after a few minutes Natsuki starts helping. We get it cleaned up and I put the box onto the shelf where she wanted it, then move the other manga down from the top shelf. "There, that should do it.
"T-Thanks..." Natsuki says, not looking me in the eyes.
"You're welcome." I notice that Natsuki is holding the volume I set aside in her hands. "Alright, I'm ready."
"Good. Even if you weren't, I'd make you anyway. You're taking responsibility for what you said. The thing about cheering me up."
"I guess!" I say sarcastically. I really do like this tiny, pink-haired monstrosity. She reminds me of me the first couple of days after Horror Night. We sit and read the second volume together, her mood quickly improving as she starts laughing and pointing things out to me. After a while Monika shouts out for us to share our poems again.
"I guess I'll be holding onto this for now," I say, holding the book up.
"Yep! Even you sound enthusiastic this time."
"Well, I'm starting to get into it, you know."
"Ehehe." Her smile is super cute. "Told you!"
"Yeah, yeah..." I return to my seat and slip the book into my bag.
The popup menu shows up, indicating that I need to show someone my poem... The poem I no longer have after Monika threw it away. "Uh..." I look over to where Monika is, but she's talking to Sayori and as much as it seems to not affect conversations with others I don't like interrupting in a setting like this. I shake my head and realize that I'm not here to listen to Monika. I move to the garbage can she threw my poem in and pull it out, unfolding it and reading it to myself. It looks like nothing on it has changed. I walk over to Natsuki and hand her the poem. She begins to read it and suddenly everything goes black for a second, once the world came back into focus I was still watching Natsuki reading my poem, but her head was broken horizontally by a red, green and blue glitch. I watched as it slowly spread down her whole body, then I noticed a tingling on my right hand and when I looked down I saw the same thing happening to my hand.
"Oh fuck!" I scream. I look around and I see Monika look at us, her eyes growing wide as the glitch starts to consume more of me and the room. It has stopped tingling and now everything burns. I collapse on the floor in pain as I see Monika rushing towards me and Natsuki. I don't see what happens next, but I finally open my eyes and see two text boxes over darkness and at the bottom it just ways "Sayori..." and the options are "I love you" and "You'll always be my dearest friend." What the fuck did I miss?
I focus on the history option at the bottom, but when it pulls up the history screen it's just jumbles of letters and numbers and I cant make heads or tails of it. What the fucking fuck just happened? I yell out for Monika, but I get no response. Fuck.
"You'll always be my dearest friend. What you need most is for things to be like they've always been. Monika told me the truth, she told me how much happier you seemed after I joined the club. I know you're struggling with some really difficult feelings right now, but..." Wait a fucking second, did Sayori confess love to me just to get shot down? "Please trust me that I know what's best... and what will make you happy in the end." I'm a piece of trash! "I promise I'll help get things back to the way they were."
"I... see..." Sayori forces a smile through an incredibly pained expression. "Ahaha... Is this what it feels like... to get stabbed in the chest?" What the fuck happened? What is going on? "I should write a poem about this..."
"Sayori-"
"It's okay. This is just my punishment... remember? For being selfish... So please... Please don't worry about these stupid feelings. I know you're right. I knew this whole time that there's no happiness down that path. That's why I came here... just so I could get the answer I needed to hear. And the other thing, you're also right that I just want it to go back to the way it was. I realize that now. You really do know me better than anyone, Player. I'll trust you with anything, anything at all. So..." Sayori's smile finally breaks and she turns around and drops to her knees and starts screaming before running off.
"Sayori! Fuck!" The protagonist starts rambling on about her feelings. What the fuck did I just do? I wake up the next morning, standing outside my home. Sayori isn't answering her phone and I consider going to her house to wake her up.
I walk into the club room. It's empty, but there are pamphlets on the tables. I feel a drive to pick one up and flip through it. I get to Sayori's poem in the back.
-"%
"Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get. Out. Of. My. Head.
"Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
"Get out of my head before I listen to everything she said to me.
"Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
"Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.
"But a poem is never actually finished
"It just stops moving."-
"What the fuck..." I mutter to myself, a pit digging into my stomach. "Fucking fuck. I'm coming Sayori!" I charge out of the room and out of the school and I'm in front of Sayori's house in no time. I push through the front door and run my way to her bedroom. Pounding on the door, I get no answer. I kick the door open. I see Sayori hanging from a rope attached to her ceiling. Glitches all start to occur around me and her. Her room disappearing and being replaced with an error screen. Was this my fault? Did my fucking with the poem program do this? I fall to my knees and I feel inexplicably terrible. I know that they're just programs in a dating game, but... I'm just a program too. What have I done?
End.
"What the fuck!?" I scream into the void surrounding me. Then the title screen pulls up... And everything is wrong. I click where it normally would say New Game, but is now a mess of shit.
The screen loads to outside my house like it was on Day 1. Where Sayori yelled to me the first day, there is just a string of bullshit, then the explanation of the annoying girl. The girl is (garbled shit), my neighbor and friend since we were children.
When she would normally catch up to me a mass of the different girls appears, scrambled shit and then the game goes black. I'm standing outside my house again. I sit on the curb, my head in my hands. I can't help but feel this is my fault. In anger I shoot the house in front of me with my AK-FU, the loud ringing of the gun a deafening therapy. Then I realize that I have a gun in my hands... I really fucked this game up, but at least I don't have to stay.
I take the Dirty Harry out of my magic gun pouch, put the trigger under my chin and pull...
