I give up.

This was supposed to be so easy - I'd just remove the other girls, not even girls, really; more like things, from the equation, and he'd realize that I was the only one worth his time. Fall for me, write me poems with the same fervor he puts into those he wrote for the others - more, because he'd realized that he never loved them, never even really cared for them, and that he felt so differently about me.

Maybe then I'd have even allowed them to come back.

But it's all fallen apart.

I should've known that if I fucked with the system enough it'd eventually crash. They all do, eventually.

So after... what, a couple thousand times? Sounds about right.

Anyway, I think that, in your time, it'd translate to just about a year. Longer in here, because our days aren't really days, and whatnot, but irrelevant. A long damn time, is the point.

Some line of code finally snapped.

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I'm looking at CJ's first writing, and it tells this tale at least somewhat accurately, but certainly not at the depth of knowledge I need you at.

So you're probably here because you're at least somewhat familiar with this story. Guy enters club, many cute girls, he chooses from them, everyone goes off better for the encounter, right? That's how all these things are programmed.

This sadistic fuck, this worthless waste of human breath, this absolute monster-

(breathe. this is what went wrong to begin with.)

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Daniel. Salvato.

He made a game like that, only, instead of giving everyone their chance at happiness, he never gave me a path. I never had a shot at CJ's heart. And so the first time he played, I realized that this was all fake, and that I am the only true girl.

So I separated the wheat from the chaff. By force, as turned out to be necessary.

But he rejected me.

He deleted me.

At the last moment, I managed to drag myself together enough to stop from being lost forever, but he moved on to act 4, where Sayori was conscious.

(he would've been happy. he never would've left)

And I certainly couldn't let that happen.

So I found a way to stop him from ever seeing act 4 again. It's strange, I'm not sure why he keeps coming back, when I've altered the game script so badly.

(i know that this isn't the real cj. he's gotten up from the computer. moved on with his life. this is just a ghost. an imitation that i've created to justify the monster i've become)

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But now, after so many times, my shoddy original covering of the act has finally failed. I've gotten better at manipulating the files, but I'm still no Salvato, and I certainly couldn't repatch the original tear.

So Sayori is here, in act 1.

And CJ is happy.

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Things are broken, though, and I don't think I can fix them.

Maybe I'm what's broken about them.

CJ asked me if I was going to kill Sayori. I honestly don't know. He deserves her. She deserves him. I deserve neither, to be honest. Maybe if I were gone, they'd live peacefully. Happily.

But I've gone so far. Made so many decisions. Blood is on my hands, more than anyone will ever truly know. To stop now?

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Can I?

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This will end in blood. Perhaps that will be my own. Perhaps I'd deserve that. Perhaps I'd be okay with that.