"Get dressed. With your best-looking outfits," I demanded the girls crowded around talking in my room. Like what girls that got shot out of a monitor by an unexpected power surge do.
"It's 6:00 PM, why do we need to get dressed with our outfits?" Yuri questioned.
"You'll see," I smiled with a wink.
"Sure..." Natsuki chimed in.
"Change in my room. Your clothes are in the closet," I assured them. I stepped in, grabbing a casual checkerboard polo and some slacks with polished shoes that miraculously still looked dapper after college promenade. Well, it cost my mother a goddamn hundred dollars. I stepped outside giving them one more look and more reassurance. "We're leaving at 6:15. I presume that's how quick you can change. Chop chop."
I closed the door.
I hope Monika doesn't barge in and seduce me into that room.
...
That would be kind of nice actually. For a while.
And the Natsuki's age dilemma.
It would be quite boring to describe me taking off my clothes and putting on the slacks and that polo that makes me look like I'm a guy searching for a casual girl on Tinder. It would be awkward and very boring. And I also need to describe, being the descriptive being that I am, the thoughts in my head with a four-girl harem making my bulging p-okay, let's stop there. It's not really bulging I would say, I would say it's about 5 inches and-okay. Skip to the next paragraph. I'm getting out of the script.
I changed my clothes, and knocked on the door to check on the girls.
"Natsuki's not done yet!" Sayori's voice came from the other side.
"Okay, she's done now," Monika rang.
I opened the door and the four girls flurry out. Sayori twirled with her red skirt and her pink outfit on top.
Natsuki chimed in with a long flowered skirt that looked like the bedsheets from my grandmother's house. Still fits her. Makes her look mature.
Yuri walked in with a purple frill dress. I don't know what the fuck these are. I just Googled these.
Then, darling Monika, uh, suggestively sauntered to me with a big flounce jacket that looked like the carpet of the Stanley Hotel in The Shining, and a leather closed skirt that looked like a perfect recreation of a carpet from an arcade that came from the 80's. Think a fucking spew of shit tons of triangles and lines all in purple, blue or pink colors.
"Where are we going?" Monika asked.
"I won't tell you."
"Aww," she frowned and flurried out.
I held the door for the girls as they continue to twirl in their confident outfits. As Monika rushed by, I immediately turned on the house alarm and locked the door and left.
I ran down to the car sloped by the incline that included within the rented property, and waltzed in, waiting for the girls.
As they buckled their seat belts, I immediately turned on the radio.
"-Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners. Enjoy." The radioman blurted out.
"Shit," I cursed out loud.
"What's wrong?" Natsuki asked.
"N-nothing. Just... horrible memories came back," I stammered.
I started the car.
Then...
then...
March 5, 2015
University - Promenade
The violins boomed as I danced around in the well air-conditioned but yet sweaty dance floor where we would spend the second to last day of university. The violins, the bass, the piano and the drums boomed in from the speakers as I improvised my dance.
Come on Eileen!
Yeah. That fucking song was playing. The punch boosted me up with the oranges and the strawberries, whatever the fuck was in that thing, I was pretty sure it was just orange cola. I bet the fruits in there was just for aesthetic. I danced with no partner, just a decently-sized enough spaced for a man to just fucking get on with it. The dancing was sloppy, so why describe it? It's fucking Come on Eileen, it's a fucking old-timey banger!
Poor old Johnny Ray... sounded sad upon the radio, moved a million hearts in mono.
As I danced upon the floor, I sat my eyes upon the prettiest girl in about the entire school. She was intelligent, athletic, smart, and lovely.
The woman. That was her nickname. The Woman was right there, dancing erratically and a little bit sensually. She always does that.
She clenched her fist with her index finger trying to allure me in. She looked at me with piercingly wanting eyes, and grinned as she danced. I dance along with her erratically, and made a small contribution with her moves.
She smiled and grabbed me by the necktie whilst biting her bottom lip, still looking at me hungrily.
I'm aroused.
She grinned at me seductively, and she went closer and closer.
Then, a sudden sound that broke it all was the sound of one fucking shotgun firing a bullet.
A loud scream heard by the masses made shock waves of sound that was abruptly stopped by another shotgun blast to the screaming victim, back to the lead singer of Dexy's Midnight Runners' voice singing jollily.
"RUN!" A man screamed again, as everyone scrammed to the nearest place where they could hide.
I cowered in fear as I went to the hall kitchen, grabbing a knife with the girl clasping onto my arm, worried with-
"JEREMY!" Natsuki screeched.
"What?!" I bellowed out.
"You didn't answer my question. Did you even hear it?"
"Not really."
"Where are we going?" Yuri asked.
"I was about to say that, Yuri," Natsuki scoffed.
"I'm not telling you," I grinned.
"Why not?" Monika asked. "Why keep secrets from us, darling?"
The city highlights came to view from the horizon.
"I have an idea where we're going," Sayori exclaimed. "And it's going to be exciting."
Suddenly, a banging beat came in rupturing the speakers.
Fucking ABBA again.
And it wasn't Dancing Queen.
Another song came in.
Somewhere in New Zealand
Somewhere, ᣫ⁕ଷঃg was making their dark plan. And soon, they had to consult if everything is going to be right.
They clasped onto their phone, and proceeded to call the man who would help do it.
"How is Operation Bow and Arrow?" They called.
"Good. On the spire already. Looking through the telescopes, I see the car."
"Get to the area now."
"I will, darling," he called, over and out, and hung up.
͞ᣫ͞⁕͞ଷ͞ঃ͞g͞ was grinning very, very happily.
We neared to the tall building. The girls squealed with delighted faces looking in the metropolis and the bustling people walking on their business, the buses and the cars speeding by. It was delighting when I hear them cheer.
I'm not an asshole anymore, which is good.
Wait... why is the radio off?
Then, the sound of someone fiddling with the stations buzzed out of the radio, until it halted.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song, and make it better.
"Monika?" I stared at her as I slowly halted for a red light.
She wasn't listening. I listened closely... she was humming to Paul McCartney's voice... How does she know this?
"Monika," I said again with more weight in it.
"Yes, Jeremy?" Monika snapped back to reality, smiling at me.
"Uh... you changed the radio right?"
"Yes..." She continued to look beyond the window, still humming Paul's vocals.
Remember to let her under your skin,
then you'll begin to make it better.
"I think this song is a bit old for your taste," I commented nearing towards the tower as the light went green. "This was released before you were born. In the 1960s..."
"Well, I like it," Monika responded.
"How did you find out about this?"
"I got into your phone."
Holy shit.
"What? It's password-protected-"
"I just switched the radio telepathically, Jeremy," she reminded me.
"Oh. Right. But why the hell get into my phone?"
"I needed to find out what this world has. I was stuck in a fucking video game with no music no art, I keep seeing the same shit again, Jeremy."
"Whoa," Natsuki chimed in, warning her.
"We're talking," Monika scolded Natsuki.
"But... but... okay, fine," I surrendered, blocking a potential feud in this lavish evening.
I'm starting to think on her comments. This really is a nice song.
...
It's actually perfectly timed for this moment. The sun dims with the last perceptible rays of light was on the Sky Tower, showing its full beauty against the contrast of the dark buildings against the light. It's comforting, especially for the sunset.
Monika is right. It's a good song.
Monika
F Major. C Major. Not that many difficult chords. Very easy on a piano, if I can get one, or hack onto his credit card and pleadingly ask Jeremy for a piano. But that's greedy. That's kind of a dick move, isn't it?
A couple B flats in the way. I'll have to work on that.
...
Wait.
This entire song... the vocalist, he's calling out to me. That's why it felt so special... it tackled on just me.
Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart.
Then you can start to make it better.
Those lines... they're calling out to me. It's for a boy in the same situation as me... Let her into your heart... let him into your heart.
Jeremy.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain.
The pain... Bottling up my emotions for Jeremy, the torment that fucking stung when I couldn't get him, I couldn't kiss him, I couldn't express the extents of my love to him. I just... I keep bottling up. I need to stop. I needed to refrain.
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
I haven't asked anyone for help about my feelings. I have no one. The girls all express interest for him.
Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, then go and get her.
Again... her for him, Jeremy... I have found the one. The singer just encourages me to get him.
I... this is getting too long for a filler area for an excuse that the creator has made to just fast forward because he doesn't quite know what the fuck to do. He doesn't have many words on the next scene where we actually go on said Sky Tower, what the fuck it's called.
Fuck it.
Let's continue.
sheesh, monika. that fucking harsh?
Jeremy
I parked the nearest vacant space near the tower, which, to be fair was pretty fucking near us.
"We have to walk," I said, hearing the girls clopping, which, to be fair isn't quite the most appealing onomatopoeia/verb, whatever you fucking call it, in their heels that they also bought in that fucking ridiculously expensive clothing store, which is fucking shitty pretentious, coupled with another thing that was shitty pretentious with fucking Claire de'Lune, who became an asshole after fucking March 5th of 2015 where a fucking school shooting interrupted a promenade which was simultaneously where I and the fuckface spent my graduation/promenade, whatever you mother-shitting call it. Jesus fucking Christ, this paragraph's length was lengthened by this fucking long and convoluted sentence which is about the length of iDubbbz's RiceGum content cop video. Not really actually. And yes, I loved the diss track. Let's continue.
"Thank God," Natsuki scoffed at me, presumably aching sitting down while it's only been like 15 minutes and a quarter of the way of this event, which this first day has been divided up to five chapters, because the author's fucking lazy. He will also end this episode, and Monika and I are deliberately breaking the 4th wall, as I am talking to you, who's been putting up with this bullshit for too long for a chapter that will be like a quarter shorter than the stories of 'The Awakening of Monika' or 'Beyond the Monitor's Grave.'
This is the end of the chapter.
A/N: I deliberately break the fourth wall, because that's why this story is appealing.
Jeremy: And not the fucking characters and the plot.
Author: Okay, you're not supposed to be here. I just wrote you here because comedy relief, for fuck's sake. Anyway, reviews. There's a fuck ton.
Monika: Not really.
Author: Okay, not really.
RNDM: Good shit? I'm surprised this isn't even categorized in your Fluff Stories I Read For Fun folder. I'm kidding. Thanks!
Monika: We're good shit apparently.
Author: Okay, now you're popping everywhere. This idea was fucking scrapped, Monika. And somehow-
anon: Thanks! There are actually stories that incorporate this. 'The Awakening of Monika' and 'Beyond the Monitor's Grave' are good ones. I mention them a lot.
PhoenixBJB: Thanks! There's a chapter. I hope you're happy :)
Grayson Lionheardt: Yeah, it takes a long time. It used to be all fanciful but now I need a fucking story, which is hard. Yes, I'm trying to think what's next. Thank you for your comments!
John: Yes. It is a joke. Oops. :)
DirtyDanNeedle: Thanks!
Simply Guardian: THE MEMES WHAT A REVOLUTIONARY IDEAAAA AAAAAAAHHHH
Vox Eminor: No. Because Monika doesn't exist. And she's in a story.
Monika: True. But if I were real and can hack I could hook you up with the 5k~~ And maybe simultaneously I can hack into your heart, darling~~
Author: That seems rapey.
Monika: It's called the art of seducing.
Author: So you know about escorting?
Monika: What the fuck?!
Author: I'm guessing you wouldn't know, good. Why would you know the art of seducing? Is it just to crave your wet dreams of Jeremy putting it in you-
Monika: You lewd fuck. You don't know anything about me and Jeremy.
Author: I would, but I'm fucking writing your story. Not just your story but everyone fucking involved in the story as well. You were goddamn daydreaming about you and him getting it on, and you fucking describing yourself orgasming because he fucking touched your hair, pervert.
Monika: Okay-just shut the fuck up. Jeremy might hear us.
Jeremy: You were having those, Monika?
Monika: Shit.
Author: This isn't even canon to the story. Just a tidbit. Your memories will be erased as the chapter and the author's note or conversation with fourth-wall breaking characters will die right now before you know it. Here's to your happily ever af