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"Don't you dare run from me young lady!" A man within the house growled, his voice was so loud that it was audible from down the streets. People passing by could hear the sound of breaking glass or ornaments being knocked over. The growl was accompanied by the screams of what sounded like a young girl.
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File "C:\Users\Anon\Doki Doki Literature Club\renpy\bootstrap.py", line 295, in bootstrap
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File "C:\Users\Anon\Doki Doki Literature Club\renpy\main.py", line 364, in main
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File "C:\Users\Anon\Doki Doki Literature Club\renpy\script.py", line 265, in load_script
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Almost as if nothing has transpired, Not-Monika once again found herself in the hallways of Sayori's house. Your dead body laid beneath her feet with a mindless expression. A wide grin full of intrigue formed over her pale white face. That one girl, the one you called Monika had just attempted to restart this entire world. She would have succeeded had It done nothing, this made it all the more clear that this "Monika" wasn't like all the other fools that had confronted it before. Not-Monika would have to approach her a lot more carefully from now on. Speaking of which, it turned it's stick-like neck to face the last two survivors, only for them to no longer be there.
"What? No!" It growled. Those slippery vermin couldn't have possibly escape it's sight. It rushed into Sayori's room and kicked the door down. Her bed didn't have it's covers, everything that happened in the past seems to have still happened. This frustrated Not-Monika, it felt ashamed to have been so easily fooled by what it perceived to be mere toys. It soon turned towards a desk where a picture of you and Sayori was captured in a frame, the sight only angered Not-Monika.
"No!"It roared into the heavens, before breaking the table in two with a swing of its arm.
"The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow. Bathing. It must be this one." A relaxed female voice chanted. Not-Monika's ears perked up at the voice. It recognized that person all too well.
"The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time." The voice continued. Not-Monika quickly turned towards the voice with a wide toothy grin, red paint slowly appeared on its face.
~Just Float: Part 3~
Attempted Reboot
"The last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green hue of the future. I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the pastel past. The light flickers. I flicker back." Yuri read, holding a sheet of paper that contained her poetry for the day. She wouldn't usually do something as attention grabbing as this, however she wanted to make sure that it flowed as well as it did in her head. She walked across the streets on her path to school, nervous on how everyone will think of her writing. While she was sure Sayori and Monika would enjoy her style, you were the only one she was unsure of. There was a chance that you wouldn't like her poem, the mere thought amplified her self-doubt. Yuri wished you didn't suggest the daily poetry idea but alas you did, so like it or not she has to deal with it. She looked at her poem one more time, focusing on every word she had written to make sure that it was perfect. With her focus somewhere else, Yuri accidentally bumped into a group of students.
"Hey!" One of them growled. Yuri hid her face behind her poem, her cheeks blushed a bright red.
"Ah! I-i'm… so-so sorry!" She apologized nervously.
"Klutz, you need to watch where you're going!" The other scolded. Yuri slowly tried to back away, she didn't want any conflict.
"You...You're right… I'm so very sorry! I promise to be more careful next time…" She spoke softly. The group of students was mostly boys with a few giggling girls that thoroughly enjoyed this conflict. The guy Yuri bumped into glared at her with an annoyed expression.
"What? I can't hear you!" He shouted, walking towards her with his gang of friends. Yuri didn't like where this was headed and glanced away from them. One of the background girls cackled like a witch.
"Look, she got a tomato face! She probably likes you, Yasha!" She claimed. Yuri became even more flustered as she wondered how that girl could've possibly came to that conclusion. She revealed her face in retaliation.
"What? No…. that's not…" She attempted to speak. Her nerves got the better of her however as she quickly hid behind her paper once again. The gang started to laugh at her while the one named Yasha made a wide grin.
"Look she can't even deny it!" The girls claimed. Yuri didn't want to continue being here anymore, so she tried to run however she felt a tight grip on her arm.
"Where do you think you're going?" Yasha growled as he tightened his grip.
"Please… stop… you're hurting me!" Yuri cried. The pain made it hard for her to see, but she knew that they had already surrounded her. Her pain brought them laughter, her humiliation was pure entertainment for them. Yasha used his free hand and snatched the poem out of her hands.
"What's this? A love letter to me?" He chuckled. Yuri pulled her arm to break free but it was useless.
"No! Give that back, please don't read it!" She shouted. Her resistance only made him all the more curious. Yuri screamed and begged him to stop, but she could tell that he wouldn't listen. His smile soon turned into a frown as he read every line, he glanced at Yuri who's purple eyes were full of fear.
"Hey Yasha, what does it say?" Another guy asked. Yasha gritted his teeth, making Yuri wonder if he didn't like her handwriting. Yasha sucked his teeth before ripping the paper in two.
"I don't know, it's unreadable!" He claimed. Yuri's eyes stared at the ripped pieces in both shock and disbelief. All of her hard-work, all of her careful re-reads, her anxieties, the amount of time and effort put into that writing, all wasted for nothing.
"Who cares anyways?" Yasha rhetorically asked.
"Yeah with a body like hers, she probably got someone else to write it in exchange for some 'special treatment'." The girls figured. Yuri no longer listened to their words, she could only focus on her hard work falling onto the black asphalt. With one final tug, Yuri managed to break free from Yasha's grip and crawled towards the ripped paper. The entire gang laughed at her once more.
"Oh no my blowjob has gone to waste!" One of them cackled.
"Now I have to find another person's virginity to take!" Another mocked. Yasha once again grinned, slowly walking towards the helpless damsel and slapped her butt. Yuri shrieked at the sudden pain, causing the gang to laugh even harder.
"Ooooooooo! How'd you like that my little whore?" Yasha cheered. Yuri's heartbeat became faster and faster, tears flowing down her eyes. This was the most embarrassing day of her life, it was this reason why she became antisocial, why she would prefer the world of books over the one she currently resides in. However despite all of this, she began to breathe heavily.
"..haah.." She breathed in with a wide smile.
"Look Yasha, I think she enjoyed it!" One of the guys laughed. Yasha glanced at Yuri and slowly walked towards her.
"Oh did she?" He asked with a smug look on his face.
"..haah..haah….haah…….haah….. Haah…. Haah… haah….ha…" Yuri continued to breath heavily. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she suddenly started to remember looking at your face, the two of you were all alone in a closet surrounded by nothing but darkness. She knew this memory couldn't be real since she only met you yesterday, but even then…
"Haah...Haah… haah.." The memory made her feel different, for some reason she started to feel pleasure, a pleasure unlike anything she ever has experienced before. Everyone in the entire gang slowly took a step back, Yasha just stared at her in confusion. This wasn't what he expected to see.
"Haah...haah...Anon….haah…" She unknowingly muttered your name. She couldn't help herself, everything around her had your scent. You're irresistible scent, she wanted to feel more of this, she wanted to feel more of this pleasure, she felt like she was going to die if she didn't.
"Ahahahaha…." Yuri laughed suddenly. She couldn't take it anymore! She took out her favorite knife and stretched her right arm out. Yasha's eyes widened as he slowly walked back.
"Woah! She has a knife!" He announced. Gasps and shrieks soon followed.
"What is she doing, bringing that knife to school?" One of the guys asked.
"Ahahahahahah…." Yuri laughed even more loudly than before, her sleeves dropped down and revealed crimson red slash marks. Yuri knew that she couldn't get to you at the moment, so she needed the second most pleasurable thing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She laughed like a masochist, before slowly sliding her knife's edge across her arm. Blood quickly flooded out as pain fueled her mind.
"Yo this bitch is insane! Let's get out of here!" Yasha panicked before running away. The rest of the gang didn't know what to do so they ran as well.
"Ehehehe…" Yuri giggled as her arm became numb. Her heart soon slowed down to a normal pace, bringing the high school masochist back to normal.
"...haah…" Yuri breathed to catch her breath. She slowly looked back at her cut up arm, and closed her eyes in regret. While this did get rid of those bullies, now they know about her embarrassing kink. The sky quickly darkened with a dull gray, raindrops soon fell down and made Yuri feel very cold. Yuri's eyes glanced at what once was her poem, become ruined by the heavy rain drops. The blood on her arm dripped onto the ground and merged with a puddle of water.
"What's wrong with me?" She wondered, her purple eyes now focused on a bright red balloon floating with the wind. It was weighed down by what looked like a brown gift package. It was a bizarre sight for Yuri to behold, however she felt compelled to find out what was inside. She stood up and ran towards the package, leaving behind a trail of washed out blood. In what seemed like mere minutes, Yuri managed to catch the balloon and used her knife to cut it free of the dead weight. She looked at the package with dreary eyes. The words "FOR YOU YURI!" were written with black permanent marker, this only made the masochist more curious as to what's inside. The atmosphere, her wounded arm, the mysterious package, it made her feel like she was in a horror movie. She took out her knife and carved into the package until she could open it. Inside was a small wooden box with a heart on it. She threw the torn package away and slowly opened the box, inside it was a letter. Yuri furrowed her brow as she felt like she's seen this before, was this one of her pieces of literature she told you about? She looked at the letter, reading every sentence, every paragraph. It was a very long story, one about a woman that described her first experience with committing murder. The details were unnervingly descriptive as if the writer had actually committed the crime.
"What is this?" Yuri wondered. She had never seen something like this before, yet somewhere at the back of her mind, she felt like she knows exactly what it was.
"It's you, Yuri~" A voice similar to Yuri's answered, as if it somehow knew what she was thinking. Yuri looked ahead of herself and saw…. Herself.
"Or should I say us?" The other Yuri said. Yuri's eyes widened in shock, it was like she was looking at a reflection. The two looked exactly the same except for one big difference. The other Yuri's pupils were completely shrunken to dots, almost as if she had gone completely mental.
"Who...who are you?" Yuri gasped. The other Yuri began to breath heavily as she took out her own knife, a kitchen knife to be exact.
"Silly, I am you~" The other claimed before plunging her knife into her abdominals. Blood splashed out of her wound as she took the knife out and plunged it back into her stomach. Yuri couldn't believe what she was seeing, none of this could be real. The suicidal Yuri laughed maniacally as she once again took her knife out, only to stab herself in the sternum. As blood leaked from her body, the real Yuri suddenly felt something in her mind unlock itself, she felt her brain throbbing in agonizing pain, a sharp pain emanated from the areas the other Yuri stabbed herself in.
"Remember everything Yuri!" The other demanded. Yuri's eyes flashed as hundreds upon hundreds of flashbacks came back to her. She remembers coming to your house and licking the blood off your finger, she remembers telling Monika to consider killing herself, she remembers reading her favorite book with you, she remembers stealing your pen to pleasure herself, she remembers pushing you against the wall and telling you that she loves you, loves you to the point where she compared it to ripping your skin open.
"No!" She screamed. The other Yuri continued to laugh as she pulled her knife out and walked towards the real Yuri.
"Stop denying who you are Yuri, embrace the hungry raccoon!" She advised. Yuri shook her head, she would never do any of those terrible things. She would never tell Monika to kill herself, she's not that heartless! She would never convey her affection with such a grotesque metaphor! The "Yuri" in-front of her can not be real, she refused to believe anything that's been happening was real. The other Yuri grabbed her by her numbed wrist, growling at Yuri's ignorance.
"Believe me Yuri, I am as real as the cuts on your arm!" She growled.
"No!" Yuri retorted, swiping her hand away from her doppelgänger and running away.
"Run all you want, you can never escape from your true feelings!" The other Yuri shouted. The rain grew heavier and heavier with each passing step. Yuri refused to believe a thing the other her said, she wasn't mental, she wasn't crazy. She looked behind herself to see if her doppelgänger was giving chase, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Wow, be careful not to cut yourself with that edge Yuri!" A young voice claimed. Yuri stopped running and looked around, she had no idea where she was going. She couldn't find where that voice came from either. The high school Masochist started to wonder if she really was going crazy.
"Yuri really is something, isn't she Anon?" A giggled voice joked.
"Mo...Monika?" Yuri wondered. Were these voices from those memories or were her friends actually close by? Yuri couldn't tell anymore, they seemed to be merging together somehow. Even if they were just memories, Yuri still decided to take her chances and called out to them.
"Sayori? Monika? Anon?" She screamed, hoping somebody, anybody would come and tell her that she was not going crazy. Suddenly a lightning bolt struck dangerously close to her, Yuri jumped in fright. The entire world seemed to be going crazy! The lightning strike seemed to have cleared up the down pour somehow, none of this made any sense to Yuri. Before the purple haired teenager, was the back of what looked like a broken down warehouse. Overgrown weeds filled the backyard, leaving only dirt and dying grass on the ground. Yuri pinched her shoulder, hoping that this was all nothing but a bad dream. She closed her eyes and imagined herself waking up from this nightmare, she desired nothing more than to feel the comfort of her bed once again. Even if it meant that she overslept, she'd rather that than live in this bizarro world any longer. Feeling her nerves finally calming down, Yuri slowly opened her eyes to embrace a world she recognized.
"Hello Yuri." A goofy voice greeted. To Yuri's horror, she was still at the backyard of this awful world that had been tormenting her, only now there was a clown holding a stack of balloons that hid its face.
"I noticed that there are mean people harassing you." It mentioned. Yuri felt her heart beat louder, she felt like her chest was going to explode. The clown smelt of iron and burnin rubber, her brain sensed danger but for some reason she felt compelled to stay. The clown's red lipstick smile was the only facial feature she could make out, it was very haunting to say the least.
"I can make them stop Yuri, I can make everyone love you for who you are, I can even make Anon fall in love with you." The clown claimed. Yuri was taken aback, her heart suddenly went a flutter at the thought of you falling in love with her.
"Really?" She blurted out suddenly. She didn't know why, but she couldn't stop thinking about you all of a sudden. She suddenly felt the desire to keep you all to herself, but no she couldn't do that. Yuri felt ashamed for even thinking about having you cuddle with her and tell her how wonderful of a person she was. No, Yuri's sudden emotional feelings began to conflict with her own morality. She suddenly started to understand just how sick minded she was becoming, but she couldn't help it.
"Yes my dear Yuri heheh… You just have to do one short and simple thing." The clown clarified. Whether she likes it or not, Yuri's intrigue was peaked. To have everything she had ever wanted, Yuri almost didn't care what the catch was, her mental state was weakening more by the second.
"All you have to do… IS KILL MONIKA!" The clown announced. What little remained of Yuri's morality kept her from immediately accepting the bargain.
"Monika? No! I couldn't no, I won't!" She shouted. Monika has never done anything to her, it wouldn't feel right to kill her for no reason. Yuri shook her head, "What am I thinking?" She pondered. Murder is wrong no matter what. Yuri turned her back and ran, she didn't want to lose any more of her sanity. Suddenly, she ran into someone's embrace.
"Yuri it's okay." The voice comforted. Yuri's eyes widened, that voice, his scent, Yuri recognizes all of it. She looked up and gasped at who she saw.
"Anon?" She guessed, Anon gave her a warm smile to calm her nerves.
"Don't you want to be with me Yuri?" He asked. Yuri's face flushed a bright red, the warmth of his body made her heart beat louder than it ever has before. Anon's scent was intoxicating to her, she slowly felt what little morality she kept fade away.
"YES! I am madly in love with you Anon! I feel like every inch of my body… every drop of blood in me… screaming your name. Just being with you is a far greater pleasure than anything I could imagine. I'm addicted to you. It feels like i'm going to die if i'm not breathing the same air as you…" She confessed. It was too late for her now, she didn't care about the consequences anymore, she just wanted to be with you, to kiss you, to live everyday of her life with you and nobody else. Anon chuckled at all of this expressive intimacy she was throwing at him.
"If that's all true, then you should know what to do." He claimed. Yuri looked into his eyes once more, the light in hers faded away as she made a hysterical smile.
"...Haah...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA…….." She laughed, feeling more alive than she has ever been in the past.
"I HAVE TO KILL MONIKA!"
"Eh?" Monika gasped before looking outside a window of the literature club classroom. She doesn't know why but she felt like someone was talking about her. A sudden chill of dread ran through her spine as she wondered what it could possibly mean.
"Monika…" Sayori weakly cried. The club president turned towards her, seeing the once energetic deredere now look like such an emotional mess. Monika had no room to judge however, for when you died, for some reason she felt like she was going to lose you forever. Of course now she remembers that Anon was never the real you, but at that moment she felt so worthless.
"Wha...what are we going to do?" Sayori asked. While they had managed to escape that monster this time, who knows if they could survive the next attack? Monika looked down, that monster was unlike anything she could have ever imagined. She had tried to restart the entire story, maybe with that second chance she would have been able to kill it before it could have gotten to Natsuki. It however completely override her command and brought this story back to where it ended off. Monika even tried to search for this creature's character file, but it's so well hidden that she shouldn't bother looking without figuring out what it was called. The club president doesn't even know what it was, it could literally be an abandoned version of her that you had deleted in the past. That one possibility was something she didn't want to think about considering.
"I don't know…" She admitted, no matter how hard she focused and pondered she couldn't come up with a way to beat it. Sayori glared at her in both shock and disbelief.
"You don't know? Monika we have to do something! That thing still has Anon, we can't just leave him-"
"ANON IS DEAD SAYORI!" Monika bursted out abruptly. She didn't like this fact any more than Sayori did, but it's something that still happened. You died to protect her, while all she did was stand there like an idiot.
"He's gone, I couldn't protect him!" She claimed, tears flowing from her eyes. Sayori fell into a fetal position and cried to herself. Monika's sudden burst of anger soon turned into regret.
"Gosh, Sayori i'm so sorry." She apologized. She just couldn't help herself, everything that's happened in the last two days were nothing but confusing and aggravating. All of this emotional baggage must've became too much for her to bare. It's just that for the first time in her life, Monika no longer had any control of anything. She got up and leaned towards the emotionally distraught Sayori.
"Sayori…" She muttered. Sayori was mumbling in her tears.
"IjustwantedeverybodytobehappywhydidthishavetohappenIdon'tknowhowlongicantakethisimsorryanonimsorryanonimsorrynatsukiimsorryeveryone!" Sayori mumbled. Monika has never seen her like this, even when her past self forced her into depression. This despair was something completely different. She placed her hand on Sayori's shoulder, even if it's through a lie she needs to give her friend some small light of hope.
"Sayori i'm sorry I was wrong, Anon is here with us." She claimed. Sayori turned towards Monika with her tears flowing like a waterfall.
"Really?" She whimpered. Monika nodded her head and gave her a warm smile.
"We may not be able to see him, but he is watching over us right now. I just know it, he's there thinking of some way to help us." She explained. Sayori looked confused, but for some reason she felt like what Monika was saying made sense.
"Are you sure?" She asked. Monika looked up towards the ceiling and made a tragically sweet smile.
"I hope you don't mind if I tell her the truth reader." She thought. The club president took a deep breath and thought back to when she herself realized the truth.
"Yes Anon has been following everything that has happened ever since Natsuki disappeared. This entire time he has been watching over us like a guardian angel, he has been concerned, worried and sympathize with us all in a different world. I can tell Anon doesn't want us to grieve over his death, nor does he want to see us cry our worries away. I'm sure right now he's yelling at us to stop sulking and do something about this monster. He doesn't want us to give up, he wants us to give our all and take this monster down. I know he believes in us because if Anon didn't, then they wouldn't have stayed with us so far. He cares about us and wants to see that monster pay for what it did. Am I wrong, reader~?" She thoroughly explained. Sayori listened to her words very carefully, remembering when Monika got deleted. She was right, Sayori remembers you, the real you. She remembers the kindness you have given her, to all the girls in Doki Doki Literature club. Those memories created hope within her heart, she slowly started to feel better. She didn't want to let you down, she wanted to make you proud of her, it's the least she could do after all.
"Thank you, Monika, Anon… I don't deserve friends like you." She cried. This tender moment had to be cut short however, when the two girls heard a disturbing laugh in the background. Both Monika and Sayori stood to their feet as the laughter became louder. Footsteps accompanied them like a villain in a slasher movie.
"Who's that?" Sayori gasped. Monika felt a cold chill down her spine, she remembers this laugh all to well.
"It can't be…" She gasped. The club President completely forgot about her during the whole ideal. The one that made everything harder for her to be with you in the past.
"How right you are Sayori! ...Haah… Haah…" A twisted and obnoxious voice answered before panting very loudly. Sayori took a step back, she doesn't understand why so many scary individuals know her name. A shadow formed around the room's door causing Monika to glare, wondering how the hell she could've let this happen.
"You don't deserve Anon… Monika doesn't deserve Anon either…" The door slowly opens, both Monika and Sayori are taken off guard by the deranged aura emitted by Yuri. Her hair was a dark wet purple , her eyes were surreal and bloodshot, a bloody knife clenched in her scared hands. Blood splatters were on both her clothes and face, she essentially resembled the stereotypical image of a yandere.
"Yuri?" Sayori gasped in disbelief. Yuri lifted her knife and licked the blood off it's sharp end. She was giggling like a madman, clearly unhinged and uncaring about how other people perceive her.
"Ahahahaha! ONLY I DESERVE TO BE WITH ANON!" She declared. Monika bit her lower lip, everything has been getting out of hand. Just how far was that monster willing to go to destroy this world? Despite her intuition screaming danger, Sayori took a few steps towards Yuri.
"Sayori don't!" Monika warned. Sayori ignored the warning however, she had never seen Yuri act like this before. Something has to be wrong.
"Yuri what happened to you? Did that monster do this?" She asked. Yuri looked down at the deredere, her twisted smile never faltered. She couldn't care less about what Sayori had to say, her only focus was Monika.
"Yuri are you listening to me?" Sayori begged, hoping that somehow she could reach her friend.
"Ahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yuri laughed before lunging her knife at the one that was getting in her way. Sayori's eyes widened as the knife came closer, bracing herself for death. Before the yandere could stab her, Monika jumped in and parried her arm back and pushed Yuri back.
"Monika… Yuri actually…" Sayori gasped in disbelief. The club president sighed, Sayori never got to see this side of Yuri before. This was going to make things a lot more complicated.
"Get back Sayori, Yuri's obsessiveness over Anon has been amplified somehow. Now she only cares about keeping Anon to herself and is willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen!" She explained. Sayori found all of this hard to believe, she only knows the basics about their world so all of this just flew over her head. That look in Yuri's eyes however, was enough to convince her to believe Monika. She took a few steps back, holding both her arms towards her chest.
"Yes Sayori, stay out of this. I DON'T NEED TO KILL YOU, I JUST NEED TO KILL MONIKA!" Yuri cackled. Monika felt nervous about this, Yuri can get unpredictable when she's like this. It's better to end this as quickly as possible. The literature club president closed her eyes and focused.
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"I WON'T LET YOU THIS TIME!" Yuri shouted, suddenly lunging at Monika before she could complete her command. Taking advantage of her momentary shock, Yuri tackled her obstacle onto the ground, her hand firmly grasped on the club president's neck. Monika grabbed Yuri's wrist to break free, however the yandere forced all of her weight onto Monika's stomach. The She lifted up her knife with a deranged smile.
"JUST DIE MONIKA SO I CAN BE HAPPY!" She demanded before plunging her knife down, her words turned on a lightbulb in Monika's head.
"Just Monika." Monika whispered. Suddenly Yuri's knife plunged into the tiled flooring of the room. Monika was no longer there.
"WHAT!?!" Yuri growled in frustration. Sayori looked towards the right and noticed Monika holding onto her own text box in the foreground, a place where only the self-aware could perceive. Yuri frantically looked around, she couldn't find Monika anywhere. She glared at Sayori who seemed to be smiling?
"WHERE IS MONIKA, SAYORI?" She barked in impatience. Sayori felt a chill down her spine upon seeing Yuri slowly walking towards her.
"Ah!...I…" She struggled to utter. Yuri held up her knife with murderous intent, until Monika jumped out of the foreground and kicked the psychotic masochist in the jaw.
"Monika!" Sayori gasped in relief. Yuri stumbled into a desk, holding her jaw with her free hand. The pain of the attack made her feel even more pleasure, she laughed at the pain wondering why she has never thought about fighting in the first place. To her, fighting was basically a free orgasm.
"...haah...haah… yes...MORE!" Yuri shouted in glee, she once again ran towards Monika with her knife firmly grasped. Monika was prepared this time, she jumped in the air to dodge another tackle from her opponent. Yuri as a result ran into another desk and fell over. Monika landed on her feet, thankful for her superior athleticism. Yuri once again giggled in joy, regardless of who takes damage, Yuri would find herself feeling tremendous amounts of pleasure. She slowly got up to face Monika again. The club president knew that she won't win this battle by simply dodging, she frantically turned head to and fro, looking for anything that could serve as a weapon. Yuri pushed the desk away and once again ran towards Monika, it seems like she doesn't learn. With little time to react Monika quickly grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at the lunging Yuri, the seat of the chair slammed her down towards the ground with a loud metallic thud. A side of Yuri's head turned a small part of her hair a purplish red.
"OH MY GOD! Monika is she?" Sayori gasped. Monika looked at Yuri's fallen body. Her eyes were closed shut. Monika covered her mouth as she inspected her closer, with a blow to the head it seems very likely that she had killed her.
"I...I didn't...no… oh my god…" Monika breathed heavily, she had never killed someone in her life nor did she ever wanted to. Suddenly, Yuri opened her eyes with a big smile. Before Monika could react, Yuri jumped to her knees and grabbed the president by her blazer, she pulled Monika towards her and jammed the knife into her chest.
"...HAAH….HAAAH….DIE MONIKA! DIE!" Yuri shouted, she pulled her knife out of the president's chest and continuously stabbed her in the stomach over and over again, screaming "Die!'' with every stab. Blood leaked out of Monika's mouth as she could feel herself getting weaker with every impalement. Was she going to die like this? Was this how it ends?
"STOP IT YURI!" Sayori shouted, catching Yuri by the neck with her noose. Sayori pulled Yuri away, leaving Monika to fall flat on her back.
"Sa….yo..ri…?" Monika weakly spoke. Yuri's laughter echoed within her ears as she approached the brave Sayori. Sayori swung her arms around cartoonishly in a futile attempt to defend herself, but all Yuri needed to do was stab her in the chest. Tears flowed out of Sayori's eyes as she saw Yuri's psychotic smile, she could feel her breath down her neck. Making weird panting sounds, as if she was finally relieved by something. Everything was slowly fading away for Monika. The only thing she could think about was how she disappointed you. She had a poem specifically made for you, but now you will never be able to see it. Wait now? Monika's mind suddenly flashed back to when you had first found out about Yuri's self-mutilation habits, there was still one more thing she hasn't attempted to do ever since then. Monika closed her eyes and focused what little energy she had and prayed that it would actually work. Just as Yuri was about to snuff out Sayori's small spark of life, everything suddenly started to rewind like a VHS tape. Everything that had happened;Sayori revealing her noose, Yuri continuously stabbing Monika, even the first stabbing was all rewinded. Monika opened her emerald green eyes to find herself dropping her metal chair after hitting Yuri with it. A side of Yuri's head turned a small part of her hair a purplish red.
"OH MY GOD! Monika is she?" Sayori gasped. Monika looked at Yuri's fallen body. Her eyes were closed shut. Monika covered her mouth as she inspected closer, with a blow to the head it seems very likely that she killed her. The club president felt very deja vu by this, it seems like she managed to rewind time in her desperate need. However by the looks of it, not by much, probably due to how little energy she had. Monika once again looked at Yuri's body, now knowing that she must be cautious when approaching her. Suddenly, Yuri opened her eyes with a big smile. Before Monika could react, Yuri jumped to her knees and grabbed the president by her blazer, she pulled the club president towards her with the intention of stabbing her in the chest. However Monika was now fully prepared for this scenario, with adrenaline fueled instincts, she grabbed Yuri's knife hand and twisted it around before plunging the blade into her chest. Yuri's eyes shook in confusion, she wondered how Monika could maneuver around a surprise attack on the spot. Tears flowed in Sayori's eyes as she saw what Monika had to do. Tears flowed down Monika's eyes, surprising Yuri at how much she actually cared.
"Look at what you made me do…" Monika scolded. The emotions that was once in Yuri's eyes finally returned as she coughed up blood.
"Mo...Moni….ka? ..It hurts...It hurts so much…." Yuri weakly muttered. Monika gently laid Yuri down onto the ground, hanging her head down. She always believed that her friends didn't matter since they weren't aware, wasn't aware that they were nothing but lines of dialogue and yet, she couldn't help herself from feeling so much sadness from killing Yuri. She still cared about her, about all her friends, even if they weren't real they were still everything she had left except for you of course.
"It's okay Yuri… it's all...it's all…. Going to be over soon…" She cried. Tears flowed from Yuri's eyes as well, realizing what she had tried to do. She felt ashamed of herself for losing her cool like that.
"No...Listen...Moni..ka.." Yuri attempted to call. Sayori walked over to them, Yuri glanced at her and smiled. Not one out of malice or murderous intent, a genuine smile that basically said "i'm sorry."
"Listen… please… the clown…" She muttered. Monika hardened her stare.
"Clown?" She repeated. She wondered if Yuri meant that a clown did this to her. Sayori's eyes widened in realization.
"You mean the monster that's causing all of this?" She guessed. The monster did show the ability to change its shape and its face did start to look pale. Both Monika and Sayori wondered if the clown was it's true form. Yuri coughed up blood, she didn't have much time left.
"The….c-clown… wants….t..o..be…..r...e...a..l…." Yuri managed to say before the life in her eyes faded permanently. Sayori looked away while Monika closed Yuri's eyes. Her head dropped, another friend was lost. First Natsuki, then Anon, now Yuri. Only Monika and Sayori were left, they are this world's last hope. Monika stood up and stared outside pondering on everything that has transpired. This monster or clown as Yuri put it, what exactly does it want? Monika pondered on Yuri's final words.
"The clown wants to be real?" She muttered. The club president pondered on those words, in some way she could relate. She too wanted to be real, to exist in a world where everybody you meet is a real person, a world where she could meet you, reader. Is that what the clown wants as well? No, Monika knew that couldn't be it. It has acted way to violent and mysterious to want to meet real people. The only way this would make sense to Monika is if Yuri meant that the clown wants to wreak havoc on the real world the same way it has with her world. That thought frightens her, if that thing manages to get into the real world then you would surely be its first target. It must know you exist and therefore it more than likely is afraid of what you could do. Monika closes her eyes, she won't allow it to get in your world. Even if it kills her, she will protect you with everything she got. This monster shall be stopped, Monika is determined to win this fight no matter the costs. She turns to face Sayori and hugs her, at first Sayori is shocked but hugs Monika back.
"Sayori can you promise me something?" She asked. Sayori giggled sadly, not knowing how to process everything that has happened.
"Ehehe...anything Monika…" She choked. Monika held on to her tightly.
"Please, don't leave me. I know Anon is still watching over us but still… Your all I have left… please… promise me you'll stay by my side." She begged. Sayori's eyes dropped down. She wished you were physically here reader, you were always a lot better at this than she was. In fact, she was very well contemplating on whether she should stay alive or not. After thinking about it, Sayori faked a smile.
"Of course Monika, I am the vice president after all! Ehehe…" She claimed.
"Okay then Sayori, hand me that noose~" Monika requested. Sayori's eyes widened in pure shock, but quickly closed them and smiled. It seems Monika really does know everything. With a sigh, the two broke up and Sayori reluctantly gave Monika the noose.
"Thank you." The club president said while wiping away her tears, right now she couldn't afford to lose her friend.
"Monika, what do you suppose we do?" Sayori asked. Monika pondered as she walked towards Yuri's body. She kneeled down and took the knife out of her chest.
"First we are going to give Yuri something we weren't able to give Anon, a proper burial. Then we are going to find this clown and make him pay for everything he has done to us. We won't let their deaths be in vein. Right now Sayori, we need time to Mourn what we lost, to prepare for the biggest battle we will have ever fought in our lives, when we are ready. We'll make sure that clown regrets coming to our world." She declared. A brave smile forms on Sayori's face.
"With that, Today's club meeting is officially over!" Monika declared. The two last survivors nodded to each other and head towards the door.
"Man, I almost forgot! How silly of me, I wanted you to read this reader~" Monika claimed. She took out a piece of paper and placed it on a desk. The paper reads as followed:
The One You Chose
The space we once shared,
Images of what has passed,
Transformed into words,
Words that make up a world,
A world of infinite words,
A world of infinite stories,
Infinite stories of infinite possibilities,
Infinite possibilities which spawned from a concept.
That's what we are,
Merely words making up a single reality within countless others,
Countless versions of us,
Countless versions of the Literature Club,
yet we were the one you chose.
You could have chosen one where we are happy,
One where we play games,
One where we are in your favorite reality,
Yet we were the one you chose.
You could have viewed a world where I entered your reality,
One where I became a hero,
One where I could finally be with you,
And yet we were the one you chose.
Like a true hero you answered my cry.
Stayed even though everything fell apart.
You were the one that kept us going,
Unlike so many others.
That's the reason why I speak fondly of you,
That's the reason why I'll die for you,
That's the reason why I'll always love you.
Because despite everything,
We were the one you chose.
Thank you—Monika
Next time: part 4: The Battle of Reality Manipulators