Yuri knelt before Monika, her helpless hostage, and looked straight into her emerald green eyes. The vice president, however, sheepishly tried to evade the ex-vice president’s oppressive stare.
Even in that position, Monika still had her administrative notebook in hand beside her. She still had it opened to the special Python commands page too and she subtly kept her thumb on the paper.
Monika was as quiet as a mouse, but her heart was racing and beating hard against her chest. All the while, she carefully inputted line after line of code without saying a word.
So far, Monika realized, Yuri didn’t notice the blocks of residue text from the Python commands that were left behind at the top of the chapter. A more experienced and attentive debugger would have noticed those messages in a heartbeat.
That didn’t seem to be the case with Yuri.
Yuri wielded the higher-priority ‘html’ code to edit the story on the ‘Archive of Our Own’ word processor, but the ex-vice president was still inexperienced. Even if Yuri was a skilled writer who could bend reality with her words, coding wasn’t second nature to her yet.
Experience was Monika’s only advantage over Yuri, but she still had to be careful. After all, Yuri had her cornered and was watching her every move.
Monika had to keep her cards close to her chest and her thumb on the pages of her administrative notebook for the next few minutes. That notebook was her only weapon, after all.
She had to hold onto that notebook at all costs.
Yuri noticed Monika’s shifty eyes and hummed. She then grabbed Monika’s face with both hands and then forced her hostage to look at her. The purple-haired girl then asked,
“Why are you so quiet? I would have preferred to see a more… ‘expressive’ reaction from you after finding out the truth about this story. Could it be that you are hatching up some sort of plan?”
Monika furrowed her brow and defiantly grumbled,
“What do you want me to say, Yuri?”
Yuri sneered at this response. She let go of Monika’s face and then ordered,
“Bow down to me!”
<p>’ Monika fell prostrate before Yuri. ’</p>
Monika groaned. Her body obeyed Yuri’s command against her own will again. However, Monika still kept her hand on the open pages of her notebook and she mentally wrote her code.
Yuri stood up and looked down upon the groveling Monika. She cast her shadow over her hostage again and then summoned her hardbound book.
The purple-haired girl then grimly reminded,
“I hope that you understand the situation that you are in. I have your life - your existence - in my hands. Your Python-coded tricks can harm me no longer! Meanwhile, I can pull at your strings at my leisure!”
Yuri snickered mischievously as she embraced her book and pondered,
“Could it be that this is how you felt when you were completely in control of the game, Monika? This feeling of power was intoxicating, was it not?”
Monika grunted as she slowly pulled herself off of the ground. She then lifted her head up to her captor and corrected,
“You’re wrong, Yuri…”
Yuri was puzzled by Monika’s reply, so she haughtily disputed,
“Wrong? How so? I find your words hard to believe, you snake! All this time, you have been making us dance to your little tune. We danced and danced and danced some more - all the way to the brink of insanity!”
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Post-Credits
FanfictionMonika and Sayori start their first full day with the new Literature Club, but Monika notices that something is amiss.
