The sky turned grey as rain fell harshly onto the deserted town, all house lights were off. There were no cars driving by, not even any signs of activities being performed inside buildings. If someone were to venture here, they would assume that the place was a ghost town. They would feel desolate and alone, only accompanied by the sound of striking thunder and the sight of a giant dirt pile beside a schoolyard. A plaque stabbing into the very earth itself had black permanent marker writing one phrase.
Here lies Yuri.
Just Float Part 4:
Battle of the Reality Manipulators
Monika and Sayori stood still, the wet pave mark stood beneath their feet as they stand behind a deteriorated fence. Moss clung onto the ancient wood like a virus which seemed to have spread to almost every nook and cranny of the area's outdated wall. Behind it laid an old abandoned house of burnt wood. It was three stories high with a triangular roof that contained a chimney, of which puffed out smoke like an addict. The windows were dirty and cracked, if not shattered at all. The top most window showed the smallest corner of a bed, though it was hard to make out, it was easy to spot if you focused hard enough. At a glance, one would assume that it was an extremely old house, what with the cobwebs, the broken infrastructure, and overall eerie aura it presents due to the smell of burnt wood. The two girls however knew that something was up. They stared at the broken down house with such curiosity that you'd expect from looking at such unfamiliarity. One thing was for sure, this was not here before.
Monika turned towards her last remaining friend. The despair of being incapable of saving anyone else still loomed over her like a small rain cloud. Regardless of the guilt she placed upon herself, the literature club president still managed to collect her thoughts and ask one simple question.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Sayori looked at Monika, her eyes showed the same perplexion in hers. One of a familiar unfamiliarity, the vice president recognized the area they stood at. There was no way she could ever forget your house, which now laid untouched down the street. The nostalgia of the area made it unmistakable for anything else, for this was her neighborhood that gave birth to her childhood. She could remember the times she played with you in the streets, it wasn't anything spectacular per say. No, it was a simple game of tag. She was always it and could never hope to tag you. Until one day she had decided that she was going to catch up to you no matter what, so she chased you down the streets just as a car was driving by carelessly. Both of your parents had warned you not to play down the streets but since you were children rhymed with a passionate sense of rebellion, you two of course decided not to listen. Sayori was directly in front of the car and would of usually paid the price of not paying attention, had it not been for you pulling her out of the way.
"Aha! I finally got you Anon!" She said, completely oblivious to the amount of life threatening danger that had approached her. You would simply roll your eyes while responding with,
"Yeah, because I let you!" After that, the two of you were scolded by your parents. That was simply one of many precious memories you have granted her, but even this small one was enough to make her smile. Even when you two were little, you were always protecting her like a guardian angel. With a sigh, Sayori closed her eyes and nodded. Monika furrowed her brow as she became perplexed by how drastic the building has become in just a few short hours. This was the place were she last encountered IT. The creature that killed so many and altered the storyline beyond comprehension. This was where everything lead towards. Their final destination laid beyond the corrupted fence as heavy winds rattled a "For sale" sign. Monika took her right hand out, her uniform soiled by the tornado-like rainfall, she felt her heart drowning in dangerous doubt. She had no idea what to expect from this creature, only that it wanted to kill them. Sayori too felt the chains of doubt tugging at her legs. Her mind precariously begging her to run, telling her that continuing forward would utmost certainly result in death. It all seemed to weigh heavily on their chests, even though the creature wasn't present at the moment. This was their first test of bravery, one that would be considered the hardest to most, simply taking the first step forward.
Monika clenched her hand into a fist, this wasn't good. Just like last time, her nerves were paralyzing her in place. A defense mechanism that wrought undesirable consequences. She could not hope to continue on like this, especially if she hoped to destroy the monster once and for all. She gritted her teeth together before ultimately breathing in a huge chunk of air, closing her eyes all the while. She let out the same amount of air through her nostrils and pushed her hand against the mossy fence. At first it didn't budge, the moss must've stuck the entryway shut like glue. Monika pushed a little harder, this time with enough strength to rattle small pieces of the moss off. The small pieces sprinkled like putrid dandruff, but the fence once again didn't budge.
Sayori decided to stay behind her friend. Unsure of whether or not she could be of any assistance. Monika had a lot more strength and athleticism then she could possibly hope to gain, not to mention how unfazed she had presented herself after being forced to kill Yuri. However as the memories of the previous run of Doki Doki Literature Club re-immersed themselves into her consciousness, she slowly began to understand why she hasn't been deleted. Perhaps the Literature Club President hoped that Sayori would somehow be capable of altering the world as her memories returned, a contingency plan you could say. As much as she wanted to ask about the motivation, she felt something tugging at her heartstrings and remind her of how dire the situation might become. In other words, now wasn't the time to ask such questions. All she could hope to do for now, was mentally prepare for the worst.
The fence stubbornly stayed closed, the only change was a few specks of moss sprinkled onto Monika's hand. Disgusted by the foreign bacteria, she swung her hand up and down using the rain to wash the hazardous substance away. As the green moss flushed away from her pristine skin, the two girls scanned their obstacle in hopes of finding a way to pry it open. They needed to think quickly or else the cold storm would cause them to get sick. Monika glanced at Sayori whom has observed her every move.
"Say Sayori, would you mind giving me a hand?" She asked politely. The once bubbly blue eyes of the pink haired girl stared blankly at her for a second before displaying a sense of embarrassment.
"Ahh! Right sorry!" She apologized abruptly. Her mind seemed to have gone to a different place created by her imagination. Now she seemed to have returned to reality, although by the tone of her expression it would seem that she'd honestly prefer to stay daydreaming then do what they had to do. Sayori moved next to Monika as they both pushed the fence with all of their strength and dexterity. Both the moss and the fence rattled as both women managed to move forward. Slowly but surely the fence began to open, specks of moss fell like a rockslide as the fence creaked with their every move. As the fence finally opened up, a huge chunk of the bacteria detached itself from its main body and fell on the stone walkway with an audible splat. Miraculously, none of the bacteria seemed to have gotten on the remaining survivors. They looked down on the isolated moss pile, before returning their attention to the final destination. The stone pathway had cracks with fungi and floral life growing through, beside it was yellow deceased grass which somehow kept a dried look. This bizarre sight all lead up to the brown wooden stairs which lead to the broken down door of the abandoned building. One of which became loose and would open and close with a loud slam.
Monika glanced at Sayori who was easily startled by the abrupt slamming of old wood. She felt uneasy and questioned if the poor girl could truly handle this. The Club President closed her eyes as she returned her gaze to the house before them.
"Ahaha…" She chuckled abruptly. Sayori turned to her with a worried expression, that chuckle was a strained one, it was so forced that even she could tell that it took effort. Monika opened her eyes before making a fragile smile. The two girls walked onto the burnt steps which groaned upon feeling their weight. The amount of courage it took to simply enter the building was agonizing, it was like they were entering a different dimension. Monika was the one that turned the door knob and slowly opened the only functional door. A loud creak emanated in the air as light from the outside world crawled within. The two girls gazed upon the interior of the building, observing just how abandoned it truly was. The wooden floor was as old as the building's exterior, covered to the brim with small leaves, sticks and healthy vines which extended throughout the walls within sight. The vestibule was wide and spacious with few spiders retreating from the outdoor light. Monika and Sayori glanced at one another and nodded, this was something that must be done. With determination in their hearts the two girls cautiously walked inside. Every step they took was met with an unnerving creek along with the constant snapping of twigs and small branches, above them stood a dangling chandelier that had dripped small ounces of water. The walls were barely visible thanks to the vines and lack of sunlight, countless spiderwebs however revealed themselves upon reflecting some of the light. Sayori felt perplexed about all of this.
"What happened to my home?" She thought out loud, her voice echoed into the silence of the building's many rooms. This place was once her home but now she could barely recognize it. The layout seemed to have also went through a metamorphosis as Monika noticed it's wide surplus of rooms. To their right was a wide open space which contained five dirty chairs aligned horizontally, there was also plastic couches with countless tears as if it was attacked by a cat. To their left was a completely destroyed room, chairs and mattresses were seemingly thrown all over in a violent fashion as the walls and flooring were damaged and crooked. It was all stuck together by this large webbing, the size of which would give an arachnophobic cardiac arrest. Lastly, the area in front of them was covered in darkness as the light was too weak to reach it.
"It's no longer your home…" Monika claimed, bewildered by the massive changes to what was once an average house. The literature Club President began to wonder if what they were seeing was simply a glimpse of IT's world. Dark, abandoned yet infested by unwanted critters, a place where hope goes to die. Sayori clutched her arm as she walked behind Monika, observing how calm and composed she was. The aura she emitted was comforting like that of a leader, this was something she always admired about Monika. Despite how out of their league they were compared to IT, she would always act as if everything was okay. Sayori closed her eyes and let out most of her anxiety with a deep sigh, it wasn't permanent but it would help her sanity in the meantime. A noise caught Sayori's attention, it sounded like a whimper or a cry for help. She looked to and fro but couldn't pinpoint where the sound was coming from.
"Mo-Monika… do you hear that?" She asked. Monika glanced at Sayori in confusion, the building was silent as far as she was concerned. It could've been a trick made by IT, but to ease Sayori's mind she listened carefully. For a moment there was nothing but silence, the only audible sound was that of crashing raindrops. The weather must've gotten worse based on how loud the storm growled. Despite the strange behavior emitted by Mother Nature, there was no trace of that sound Sayori mentioned.
"H...e...l...p...m...e…" Monika's eyes widened in shock, there was indeed something there. A whimper of some sorts, but why here? Monika felt suspicious, this all felt way too convenient. They just happen to hear a cry for help the moment they enter this warped and unpleasant building?
"Yes actually, sounds like it's coming from above." Monika claimed before the sight of a nearby staircase caught her eye. The staircase lead upward in a spiral, yet it seemed to be embedded within the walls and green vines. Monika didn't like this, her gut warned her of the convenience this all seemed to be taking place. With a sigh, she glanced at Sayori and said,
"Stay close." Sayori nodded and the two headed up those stairs. As expected, the stairs groaned with every step much like everything else in this abandoned husk of a building. The groans became louder and louder as they continued their way up. Eventually the two girls found themselves in a narrow hallway of the second floor. Each side lead to a different room but the scenery was the exact same as the first floor. Monika looked towards the left and tried to listen in, however for some reason she could no longer hear the small whimpers.
"That's strange." She wondered, could her sense of direction be mistaken? Sayori glanced at the right room as anxiety wrapped itself around her body. The hallway was very dark thanks to the boarded windows behind them, the two rooms however had light which leaked out to grant the two girls the gift of sight. She listened for the voice, hoping that they could find that monster already. The silence with the possibility of being attacked out of nowhere horrified her, in fact she could never get into horror in the first place. Horror was more of a Yuri thing then anything else.
"Help… me…"
Sayori's eyes widened in shock as she could finally hear that voice again. It was more clear and crisp that Sayori could now hear the tremble within it. There was something more to the voice though, to Sayori it sounded very familiar.
"Natsuki?" Sayori gasped. She slowly walked closer to the room, her eyes peeled to find any semblance of her lost friend. It should be impossible but Sayori could tell from her voice alone that it was Natsuki.
"Sa...yor...I? Is… that… you?" The voice asked. Suddenly a young girl with pastel pink hair peeled out of the room. She had pink eyes but wounds were inflicted all over her face, nevertheless Sayori knew that it was her lost friend. She was alive… bruised but alive!
"Natsuki!" Sayori announced before running towards her long lost friend. Monika was taken aback by Sayori's sudden outburst, what confused her even more was the words her friend spoke. Natsuki was dead, in fact she was the first person to be killed by IT. Her emerald green eyes glanced at the room Sayori was running towards... but there was nothing there.
"Sayori Wait!" Monika shouted desperately, however her words seemed to fall on death's ears, something prevented Sayori from hearing her.
"Oh jeez!" She gasped, running towards Sayori to stop her. Sayori continued to run, completely oblivious to the facade in front of her. Monika slowly gained on her but for some reason she felt as if she was on a treadmill. She should've caught up to Sayori by now but for some reason… she was getting slower.
"Natsuki it's me and Monika, we're here to save you!" Sayori announced excitedly. She held out bother her arms forward to embrace her long lost friend. Hope had finally entered Sayori's heart, if they were able to save Natsuki then maybe… just maybe… they could actually beat that monster.
"I'm so glad!" Natsuki claimed with a wide smile, she opened her arms as Sayori hugged her. A look of disbelief enveloped Sayori as her body completely went through Natsuki's. The reality Sayori perceived to be real was nothing more than an illusion.
"Sayori!" Monika shouted once again, her voice finally reached the confused teen. Sayori slowly turned around with a confused look on her face. Natsuki was so close to her, only to be taken away once again.
"Monika?" Sayori spoke before the door suddenly slammed itself shut.
"No!" Monika gasped, she finally reached the door which was white and well built unlike everything else in this strange house. She quickly turned the golden handle but the door refused to budge an inch. Could it have been locked? Monika didn't care why or how the door managed to accomplish this, her ears suddenly perked up at the sound of a loud snap. A terrible feel of anxiety latched onto the back of her mind as wondered what that sound could have possibly meant. What was this feeling she was having, this doubt and fear that clung tightly onto her heart? Was this also one of its doings? Was it trying to prevent her from saving Sayori? Monika shook her head as none of those questions mattered at the moment, right now she needed to get into that room. The Literature Club President took a few steps back, while the door may seem well fortified, the walls it's connected to is a poor state. Monika took in a small chunk of air before she slammed her shoulder into the door, the force broke through the old weak wood and successfully forced the door open.
"Sayo-" Before Monika could even finish her sentence, the sight of Sayori's hanging body filled her vision. Her once bubbly eyes were grayed out, her skin grew pale as fresh blood leaked from her fingers. There was no mistaking it, Sayori killed herself. Monika couldn't believe what she was seeing yet the sight was burning its way into her mind.
"What?" She gasped, confused as to how things could've ended up this way. It didn't make any sense, she was protecting Sayori this entire time. She told Sayori how sad it would make you if she did this, how it sad it would make her, hell she even took that damn noose from her. Monika fell to her knees wondering why Sayori would betray her trust like this. Monika looked up at the hanged Sayori, questioning everything Sayori had told her. They were this world's last hope, she was given a purpose… so why? Monika's somber stare quickly became a glare as she refused to accept this reality, she refused that any of this could possibly be real. She reached into the world's coding and shouted out in complete anger.
"THIS ISN'T REAL!"
Suddenly the room she was in began to glitch into multiple varieties of the three prime colors, shifting and morphing by Monika's will alone. This couldn't be real because she knew that Sayori would never do anything that would hurt someone, this had to have been some kind of trick. Soon the room faded into a pitch black void which swallowed Monika's sight in pitch black darkness. Monika stood to her feet and surveyed her surroundings, it was clear to her that she was no longer in that abandoned building or was that building real in the first place? Monika simply didn't know what was or wasn't real, in her reality of course. A goofy giggle caught her attention, the sheer enjoyability present within its voice sent chills down Monika's spine. She turned around only to notice a group of red balloons being held by a clown whose face was hidden behind them.
"Hello Monika." The clown spoke with a goofy high pitch voice. The club President felt a chill travel down her spine, she recognized that voice. It was the same voice the monster used when impersonating her yesterday. This clown was what Yuri warned her about. It chuckled, as if it knew that Monika put the pieces together.
"Who are you?" She asked. The clown chuckled once again.
"Me? I'm just a lost clown looking for a circus." It responded. Monika bit her lower lip, the clown didn't answer her question. It was underestimating her, underestimating what she was capable of. Monika wondered what exactly this entity was, could it be someone like her? A video game character that gained awareness? Most importantly, what did it do to Sayori? It raised one of its fingers and wagged it, sounds of bones cracking emanated out of it's every motion.
"I know what will turn that frown upside down, a balloon!" IT claimed, stretching his arm forward as if inviting Monika to take one of his many balloons. The club President glared daggers at the gleeful clown, it was treating her like a joke. Rage fueled Monika's mind, this clown invaded her world, killed all of her friends and is treating all of it like a joke? Monika wouldn't let this stand, she immediately went into her game's coding and typed "Os.delete(*Images/Balloons.jpeg*)"
Suddenly The clown's balloons glitched out of existence, finally allowing Monika to see IT's face.
This clown... IT's face... It was completely white, no sign of sunlight exposure. It had red lips with what Monika assumed to be lipstick, IT's eyes were bloodshot with little tints of green here or there, It's nose was also red and it's seemingly receding hair was puffy, completely replicating the look of a typical clown. Monika couldn't help but look at its eyes, they displayed confusion but at the same time… intrigue. A smile formed on its face as if unaffected but what Monika had managed to do.
"Awww… why did you do that? You're gonna make o'Pennywise sad." It claimed with a frown before immediately going back to its twisted smile. Monika's expression softened and she soon smiled back warmly.
"Pennywise? So that's your name." The club president claimed. Pennywise suddenly frowned in shock as Monika chuckled slightly. Finally, she has its name. Text suddenly appeared in-front of them.
Os.Delete(*Characters/Pennywise.chr*)
This took Pennywise by surprise, it didn't know what the text meant, but it had bad feeling about it. The clown glanced at Monika who was simply waving goodbye.
"Sayonara Pennywise." She said before activating the command code.
Pennywise.Chr successfully deleted_
Suddenly Pennywise's body started glitching in and out of reality, there was nothing IT could do. Despite slowly being erased from existence, Pennywise overly exaggerated a gasp of disbelief.
"Oops." He said before disappearing completely. Monika sighed in relief, it was finally over. After all the bloodshed, all of the death, the trauma, finally she could rest easily knowing that she had won. The Club President closed her eyes with a nice warm smile on her face. A loud giggle caused her to quickly open her eyes in shock. She looked around, glancing every single bit of code in her reality to find the source of that sudden giggle. This was impossible, the clown was deleted. She shouldn't be able to hear it, Monika slowly went into a state of panic as she desperately attempted to understand how this was possible.
"Monika…" a soft voice echoed. Monika's eyes widened in shock as Sayori suddenly appeared before her.
"Sayori?" Monika gasped. The image of her friend's death was burned into the fibers of her mind. Sayori simply stood there, staring at Monika with weary eyes. Monika didn't understand what was going on, but she no longer cared. It was still alive somehow, so she had to tread cautiously.
"I should've listened to you…" Sayori solemnly spoke, her voice sounded tired and hopeless. Whatever that clown did to her must've destroyed what little will she had left, Monika became more frustrated. If only she had tricked that clown sooner. Tears drip down Sayori's face as she slowly turned her back on Monika.
"I'm sorry…" She said. Monika bit her lower lip, this was getting ridiculous. She walked up to her solemn friend and placed her hand on Sayori's shoulder.
"Goodbye…"
Monika's eyes widened as Sayori faded away like dust. Without giving The Club President time to process what just happened, another familiar voice spoke.
"Monika…"
A shallow image of Yuri appeared before her, her eyes filled with sorrow. Monika reaches out to her as well, unable to comprehend what was going on. Yuri looked at Monika with tears in her eyes.
"They don't remember us anymore…"she said, before vanishing into nothingness. Monika couldn't believe what was happening, she deleted Pennywise already. She won didn't she? Everything should return to normal now… so why?
Click!
Monika's ears perked up at the sound of a pressed switch. Suddenly, Monika found herself on the streets of an active city. People wearing suits and common summer cloths walked past her, car horns flared all over the city block as skyscrapers loomed over her.
"Where am I?" She wondered. This place seemed so strange, it was buzzing and alive unlike the place she had called her home. Nobody wore anything that allowed them to stand out, yet it seemed like they were engrossed in whatever concerned them about their lives. Monika clearly stood out like a sore thumb yet nobody seemed to notice that. This didn't feel like her world, it felt too foreign, similar to how Pennywise's house contrasted with everything else. The lack of attention felt like torture to Monika, how was it possible to feel so alone despite being surrounded by so many people?
"Hello? Can you tell me where i'm at?" She asked a random city folk. The person glared at Monika and scoffed, leaving without saying so much as a single word.
"That was rude!" Monika scowled. She tried to grab the attention of another stranger only for them to ignore her all the same. Monika didn't understand, why was everyone ignoring her? She shouted for someone, ANYONE to notice that she was there. The world suddenly stopped, the sky grew dark as all the people in the city morphed into a black silhouette with two soul piercing white eyes. They all suddenly glared at her, causing a chill to travel down her spine.
"Who are you kid?" They all spoke in unison, the only difference was the various tones in their voices. Some were angry, some were tired, most just couldn't have a care in the world. Monika felt like her chest was about to burst as the sudden attention felt suffocating.
"Ma….Moni...ka…" She barely managed to speak. Their simple gaze was enough to throw an unbearable amount of stress onto her body. Monika could feel herself sweating as her mind became staggered in fear. Suddenly the entire crowd bursted out laughing, amused by the amount of trauma they inflicted upon the poor girl. They acted so heartless, Monika couldn't understand what they found so funny. She slowly began to breath heavily, the crowd slowly started to close in on her.
"What's with that cringeworthy outfit? Trying to impress someone?" They spoke. Monika felt confused about her current situation. She could see that there were countless people but they spoke as if they were all part of a single entity. It didn't make any sense, she continued to wonder where she was while trying to calm down.
"Why should we waste our valuable time on a nobody like you?"
"I.." Monika tried to speak but no words were coming out. There were two many people, overwhelming her with their negative comments.
"Newsflash ya spoiled brat, in the real world nobody gives a shit about your poor little feelings!"
"Go back to school you punk!"
"Wear some real clothes ya fucking weeaboo!"
They all went on and on, not caring about how these words were affecting her. Monika didn't understand where most of these were coming from, it was all so frustrating but they wouldn't leave her alone. Monika wondered if this place was hell, an unfamiliar area were people did nothing but let out steam.
"Stop!" She screamed, but her voice only drowned in the negativity. Her voice was rendered completely pointless, these people only cared about venting their own frustration. Monika was alone, despite everything she had tried to do she still found herself all alone.
"Your a failure Monika." A voice unlike all the others distinguished itself enough for the club president to hear. Monika's green eyes glanced to a single person whose presence felt familiar to her. The crowd of people made it impossible for her to see any features of this one person, and yet… she knew he was there. No… Monika couldn't even tell if the person was a male or female.
"You failed to protect your friends, you failed to convince anybody that you've changed." The person claimed. Monika couldn't understand why this person felt so familiar, she didn't recognize their voice, nor did she found their tone to be familiar. Something at the back of her mind was telling her that this person was familiar.
"Your game wasn't memorable enough, YOU weren't memorable enough, your nothing but a simple piece of irrelevant nostalgia that has already been replaced by the new topical trend."
Monika couldn't believe what she was hearing, her own game… including herself? Forgettable? No… that couldn't be right. Everyone all over the world was talking about her game, nobody forgot about her. Her own twitter account was proof of that.
"That face… for the love of… look around you Monika!" The person shouted. Monika glanced around only to realize that nobody was yelling at her anymore. They all walked away as if they felt no shame about what they just did.
"What?" Monika gasped. Just a few seconds ago they were all over her, but now they don't even remember her? This didn't make any sense, she looked back at the stranger in confusion. Now with everybody out of the way, the stranger's visage became all to clear to her. It was a woman with white flowing hair and pale white skin, her eyes had no pupils while her clothes resembled Monika's, only that hers was black. This woman… Monika knew this woman, these two had never met and yet Monika was confident that she knew this person. This woman was someone she could always feel the presence of but could never meet her face to face. Monika struggled to open her mouth, but barely managed to speak her name.
"Li..Libitina."
The white entity made a toothy grin at Monika, whom couldn't believe what she was seeing. Libitina was a character that she always felt was present in the literature club, however she seemed lost in the game's files. In the past Monika had feared that Libitina would become an obstacle of her being with you, however she could never find her character files. She was essentially a ghost, someone who's true nature could never be found. The only thing that confused Monika however, was why of all times did Libitina chose now to reveal herself? The white enigma pointed at Monika with an expression that displayed nothing but disgust.
"M0n1k@…" She spoke with a voice that was clearly glitched, almost as if her mere presence didn't belong in this world. This didn't make any sense though, before Monika was able to hear her voice clearly… Monika wondered if this universe could only handle her dialogue while her presence was something else completely. Libitina continued her words.
"Y0ur 1rr3l3v@nc3 1$ @ b0h3r, d3$p13 h1$ y0u c0n1nu3 0 d3llud3 y0ur$3lf by w@$t1ng h3 r3@d3r$ 1m3."
"Irrelevant?" Monika repeated. Her mind was now in a constant state of flux, trying to comprehend what was in-front of her while also listening to Libitina's glitched up text. The words cut Monika deeply, the mere thought of the reader only following this story so that they could see her disappear frightened her. More and more doubts entered her mind, this entire time that she had been struggling to keep that promise she made to you… was she… just wasting your time? Did you really hate her that badly? Libitina suddenly grew yellow glowing eyes along with white and red face paint.
"h3 R3@d3r$ D0n' c@r3 @b0u y0u! Y0uR w13r 1$ n0 l0ng3r @c1v3! Y0ur f@nb@$3 1$ runn1ng 0u 0f p03n1@l m0d$ 0 y0ur g@m3, 1 1$ 0nly @ m@3r 0f 1m3 b3f0r3 y0u @r3 c0mpl33ly…"
"SHUT UP!" Monika shouted all of a sudden. Libitina's hair turned a crimson red as her fingers slowly turned into claws. Monika pulled out Yuri's knife and glared at Libitina, each and every second the enigma morphed more and more into Pennywise. She had heard enough, tears slowly formed in her eyes as she faced the person that shouldn't even exist.
"Y0u $1ll d0 n0 und3r$@nd? Y0ur 1rr3l3v3n, @nd 1rr3l3v3n g@rb@g3 mu$ b3 d3l33d!" Libitina claimed. She stretched her right hand forward and formed a holographic keyboard.
Os.remove (*characters/Monika.chr*)
Monika suddenly felt nauseous, the entire world began to spin. The club President slowly felt her balance begin to wane as she found it hard to keep her footing. Monika's green eyes glanced down on her hands, there were glitch boxes forming all over her, her body was slowly disappearing.
"No!" She screamed, this wasn't how she wanted things to end. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. She didn't want to die like this, alone, helpless with no means of fighting back.
"L3 1 g0 M0n1k@, Ju$ Fl0@!"Libitina demanded. Monika looked up at her, a swell of emotions weighed down on her chest. She was angry, sad, confused, regretful, and so much more. M0n1k@ clenched her teeth as she refused to believe that any of this was real. She refused to believe that this was actually happening. M0#1k@ turned stretched her arms out 2 * sky @$ she felt her very existence being TORN @p@r!
"1 kn0w y0ur 0u h3re, RE@der! pl3@se… 4379 M3!" 8FYWPUEH98HGB088V9UNjf9fh0387b398jg93nuf-u3hv9ewnvuphfr78hfpqu9eq9198hfdupwnfnp9ugb30ypobgy80ywehfp2uj4-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-943th983t79348qhj8puu9yaty98yt89ty4htpq847u6j438fy8afeitj434898w9832hrfnfn[388h49ht94h3p98t4h8309h3cchwp89efyhcw89ehruiyf0783t84yot7h36874ytofp897y[g3rl;hv3rqgjg[uy5[y8q53tu4tu9qujgiujr;aguw4'qtj/3ag;iOVnaa/rguoh894thnc;3u4t0pn34wtug30m9ug[30qu9t8935y7pyhqp493huqh1hhh[huiohyhpywgmpc[45ucj[m94jguo4ug9i5jgmiojaf';jsgh5yj'5wip[jq9uh['egierg[iqitgjrowjiqqnj;rne4938ytn8957ty34jq[gj[q839=u4t98u43t90iq3[0-4-0t-4[q0aj[0aj4t3[jt[83hu5[092[3jq1[4j1[joijiohuy@@#@#@eufh2hj'2ij[hE$4uinfwkj'guhwoigjiwojgoiwjepfwjs/njeuhgleb;feg;feiamncwyriuahrohawlv ;ewhfi;owjghlnvar]fnkjabljgebgklabrgleruohroeiaohguarhguerh;gwnaciu joih4aput4y3pnc9aou4803qcaphp9a8ilufy78423tfg3q86gfov8wgak7lwg634oqt8g0obpf387grqf9
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