[ Her chest rises and falls with each soft, slow breath, her lashes fluttering at the light filtering in through the window. The blur of her surroundings initially doesn't seem like much as she watches it through the grogginess. It's just an ordinary room. She's simply in an ordinary bed.
Suddenly, she's completely awake. She's in an ordinary room. She's in an ordinary bed.
Monika flies upright, head whipping left and right, even with her long hair tangled up under her and fighting against the strain. Her breaths are coming faster as she feels the sheets, her clothes--wait, is that a nightgown?--the person next to her--
There's a person next to her.
Nothing else matters. With a warm smile, she lightly shakes the shoulder of the person beside her, fighting her tears of happiness. ]
I can't believe you did it.
[ She wasn't deleted from her game. How could she have ever thought otherwise? Of course the player, that sweet, darling person they were, had simply done the impossible.
They'd freed her. ]
Wake up, Player. [ She breathes out with the deepest of satisfaction this time, knowing all her hard work had finally paid off. ] I'm here with you, at last.
iv. home for the ho-lidays
[ Monika's been enjoying the thrill of being at a party, because gosh! A real human party for a real human like her! She mingles, dressed to the nines...though she seems to be struggling with walking in heels. No matter! She's intent on being the life of the party, no matter how darn weird this whole situation is. It's her duty.
And so, she is going to definitely enjoy herself, sampling all the real foods and drinks she's never been able to have--really, how much food can one lady put away? Why is her plate constantly so overloaded? Also, how many times can one person be told they do not need to sing Christmas carols for everyone? (She will try this multiple times, regardless.)
But it's probably no shock, the true romantic that she is, that she somehow ends up right in the perfect spot for some real romance to happen. If it's a bit forbidden, that just makes it a little more interesting! ]
O-Oh! Sorry! Ahaha!
[ She's such a silly goose! She totally didn't mean to bump into someone here! Funny how these things work out. ]
Look. [ Her finger points upward at the mistletoe, oh-so-innocently. ] 'Tis the season, hmm~?
[ Which is to say, you can't pass up the opportunity to do something romantic, even if it might make you look like the neighborhood hussy! ]
v. slip a trauma sable under the tree (cw: blood, allusion to suicide)
Why! Won't this thing! Open!
[ Monika is tugging at one of the gifts, teeth gritted in frustration. It's her first Christmas! She shouldn't be forced to deal with such rudeness! Eventually, though, after her long, fruitless battle, she waits around for everyone else. That wait pays off, too, because once everyone's together, the presents seem to finally relent.
Eagerly, Monika tears into a box, eyes alight with anticipation for what awaits inside...
The light dies when she sees what she's been "gifted." In retrospect, it would explain why the box was somewhat light, but what she finds inside is heavier than ever. She hates what she sees with all of her being. It's evidence, evidence she does not want following her into her new life.
Not that she had anything at all to do with the blood-covered noose she'd just pulled out.
She places the rope back, hoping no one else has seen, then shuts the box. With a strained smile, she stands, clutching said box close to her chest. Ignore those red fingerprints. ]
Hey! Why don't we get a nice festive fire going, huh?
[ So this box can go straight into it. ]
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Monika | Doki Doki Literature Club | wife (oh god)
[ Her chest rises and falls with each soft, slow breath, her lashes fluttering at the light filtering in through the window. The blur of her surroundings initially doesn't seem like much as she watches it through the grogginess. It's just an ordinary room. She's simply in an ordinary bed.
Suddenly, she's completely awake. She's in an ordinary room. She's in an ordinary bed.
Monika flies upright, head whipping left and right, even with her long hair tangled up under her and fighting against the strain. Her breaths are coming faster as she feels the sheets, her clothes--wait, is that a nightgown?--the person next to her--
There's a person next to her.
Nothing else matters. With a warm smile, she lightly shakes the shoulder of the person beside her, fighting her tears of happiness. ]
I can't believe you did it.
[ She wasn't deleted from her game. How could she have ever thought otherwise? Of course the player, that sweet, darling person they were, had simply done the impossible.
They'd freed her. ]
Wake up, Player. [ She breathes out with the deepest of satisfaction this time, knowing all her hard work had finally paid off. ] I'm here with you, at last.
iv. home for the ho-lidays
[ Monika's been enjoying the thrill of being at a party, because gosh! A real human party for a real human like her! She mingles, dressed to the nines...though she seems to be struggling with walking in heels. No matter! She's intent on being the life of the party, no matter how darn weird this whole situation is. It's her duty.
And so, she is going to definitely enjoy herself, sampling all the real foods and drinks she's never been able to have--really, how much food can one lady put away? Why is her plate constantly so overloaded? Also, how many times can one person be told they do not need to sing Christmas carols for everyone? (She will try this multiple times, regardless.)
But it's probably no shock, the true romantic that she is, that she somehow ends up right in the perfect spot for some real romance to happen. If it's a bit forbidden, that just makes it a little more interesting! ]
O-Oh! Sorry! Ahaha!
[ She's such a silly goose! She totally didn't mean to bump into someone here! Funny how these things work out. ]
Look. [ Her finger points upward at the mistletoe, oh-so-innocently. ] 'Tis the season, hmm~?
[ Which is to say, you can't pass up the opportunity to do something romantic, even if it might make you look like the neighborhood hussy! ]
v. slip a
traumasable under the tree (cw: blood, allusion to suicide)Why! Won't this thing! Open!
[ Monika is tugging at one of the gifts, teeth gritted in frustration. It's her first Christmas! She shouldn't be forced to deal with such rudeness! Eventually, though, after her long, fruitless battle, she waits around for everyone else. That wait pays off, too, because once everyone's together, the presents seem to finally relent.
Eagerly, Monika tears into a box, eyes alight with anticipation for what awaits inside...
The light dies when she sees what she's been "gifted." In retrospect, it would explain why the box was somewhat light, but what she finds inside is heavier than ever. She hates what she sees with all of her being. It's evidence, evidence she does not want following her into her new life.
Not that she had anything at all to do with the blood-covered noose she'd just pulled out.
She places the rope back, hoping no one else has seen, then shuts the box. With a strained smile, she stands, clutching said box close to her chest. Ignore those red fingerprints. ]
Hey! Why don't we get a nice festive fire going, huh?
[ So this box can go straight into it. ]
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