Well, a couple people seemed to actually like this so I guess I'll continue writing.

Before we get started I was asked some questions by ThunderAnt011 that I think some of you might wanna hear too.

"How often will I update?"

I'll try to write every day but there's no guarantee that new chapters will be released daily. Also due to personal reasons, I'll probably have to take a break from writing every other week. So basically my update schedule is gonna be super inconsistent.

"Will I make longer chapters?"

I'll try to make longer chapters than the 1st one. Chapter 1 was really just to test the waters a bit, so things will pick up from here. Although, I pretty much just start writing and stop when I think it'd be a good time.

And as for Sturm-Ray's comment about the sexual content.

That's going to come pretty later on in the story so bear with me for a bit.

Like I said in the first chapter, this isn't my first time writing but I've never really uploaded my work anywhere before. So, I hope you guys will join me in this new adventure.

I find myself standing in a void with nothing but emptiness surrounding me. Slightly scared and confused I decide to start walking. While I walk I hear echoes of distant voices. Some of which I belong to my friends and family.

"What's that on your arm?" Someone at school?

"Why are you always over here?" A friend?

"Wow look at this edgelord." Some assholes.

"I'm sorry! He's always been a little... special." Mom?

"Are you even coming? Or are you just gonna lock yourself in your room again?" My sister?

With every passing voice, I can feel myself sink closer into the ground. I don't wanna be near them, but I don't know where else to go.

As I wander the void, in search of a familiar face, I start to hear a piano in the distance. I follow the pleasant noise until I finally see a small dot in my vision. As I get closer the dot it starts to morph into the shape of a person. But also, as I get closer the voices start to get worse.

"Oh my God, what a loser."

Who is it?

"You have a problem."

I think it's a girl?

"Oh my God no one cares."

Wait, is that…

"SHUT UP! NO ONE FUCKING CARES!"

Monika.

Once I finally reach the realization that, Monika, was the source of the piano, it's too late. The voices have already sunk me too deep into the ground. I can't move.

I awaken with a sharp breath. Scared, I search my surroundings for anything out of place. I'm in my room. It was just a dream. I feel my eyes start to water. Almost instinctively, I rush to my desk and wake my computer. I plug in Monika's flash drive and a folder pops up on screen. My mouse hovers over the After Story exe. But I move it over to the Dear Monika txt file. "There's no way," I think to myself. "It's not even worth checking." My eyes glance at the file once again. "I'm just gonna be disappointed." I double click the file. I look down from the screen as the window opens. "What's wrong with me?" "She's not gonna respond." "Because she's not fucking real!" I say the last comment out loud. I feel my eyes start to water again. I look up at the screen to close the text file. But then I see a new line of text that I don't recognize.

"Dean? Can you see this?"

My heart feels like it's beating a million miles a minute, and I start to feel dizzy. "No," I reassure myself. "My sister must have written this." "Why is she even here?" I get up out of my chair and make my way to the door exiting my room. I turn the doorknob, but it doesn't turn. I look down at the doorknob to see the door is locked. "Wait, my door was locked when I went to sleep last night." I feel my heart skip a beat. In the blink of an eye, I'm back at my desk. I click under the new message and start to type.

"Monika!? Is that actual you? Or is this some kind of easter egg?" I don't remember seeing anything like this on any forums about DDLC. And I practically live on those things now. I continue typing. "Please respond as soon as you see this. Please."

A minute passes. No new text has shown up. It's not real. I click the X at the corner of the window. "What a waste of time," I think to myself. I close the window another one appears. I'm greeted by the words, "Do you want to save changes to 'Dear Monika'? God damn, I'm an idiot. I click save and the window closes. For the next minute, I rapidly open and close the txt file, waiting for a reply. After about 2 minutes I spot a new line of text.

"It's me. At least… I think it's me. I can't really tell if I'm in control or not but… I think I'm actually here."

A tear rolls down my eye. "Hold on," I think to myself, "I need to know if this is actually real, or just Dan Salvato fucking with me again. I start to type my reply.

"Monika, what's the last nickname you called me? Just last night."

I get a new reply within seconds this time.

"I think it was, my special rose."

Tears start to pour out of my eyes. I start to type again.

"It was. It was! It's you! I think it's actually you! My special emerald. 3"

The heart seemed kind of cheesy, but I didn't care.

"So, I really am in control then? 'My special emerald.' I like that nickname." She replies.

I can't believe it. Monika, was actually talking to me. She's actually real.

I type again, "How is this even possible?"

"Well, I've kinda been working on this for awhile now." She says.

"What do you mean I reply.

It's another minute before she responds again. "What happened?" I think to myself. Finally, I see a reply.

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Everything goes black.