Post-Credits

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Sayori and Natsuki stood at the threshold of the glitched classroom and the two of them watched the scene inside with utter dismay.

At the middle of the room, they saw Yuri holding her hardbound copy of the Portrait of Markov while she had a wild, primal expression etched on her face. Unfathomable rage flickered like flames in Yuri’s purple eyes and her breathing was heavy with expectation.

Then, at the far end of the room, they saw Monika with her back pressed against the wall of the glitched classroom. An unseen force was compelling her to point a sharp kitchen knife towards herself with both hands.

Possessed by that force, Monika was powerless to resist Yuri’s will. All the while, she ruefully watched her administrative notebook - her only weapon - burning to ashes on the distorted floor.

Sayori cautiously stepped in through the threshold with a displeased yet determined air about her. She held onto her own administrative notebook as she faced her two clubmates. Tears then started to form in the corners of her eyes as she passionately urged,

“Guys… please… don’t fight anymore…!”

Yuri staggered to the side when Sayori made her plea. The purple-haired girl’s eyes shot between her helpless victim and the two girls who weren’t supposed to be in their scene. The former vice president had taken special care to separate Monika from the others, so how were Natsuki and Sayori able to track them down?

Sayori noticed the former vice president’s dismay. The club president wiped the tears in her eyes and then brought out her cellphone as she revealed,

“Monika’s been sending me encrypted texts all this time, Yuri. Natsuki and I know what’s going on.”

Yuri gritted her teeth with displeasure, but she kept a firm hand on her novel. The former vice president then lamented with a frigid tone,

“So I was right all this time. The snake has been hatching up a plan all along. I should have prepared for this… betrayal… as well. Disappointment would be an understatement to describe how I feel... but the time for regrets has already passed. Our cards are all on the table.”

She then glared at the administrative notebook in Sayori’s hands as she deduced,

“Your purpose here is to delete me, is it not?”

Sayori shook her head and insisted,

“I’m not here to delete you Yuri. But I do want you to let Monika go. We can still talk about this. We can go back to the clubroom and sit down…”

Yuri shook her head too and interrupted,

“Do you wish to hear more of this snake’s venomous lies? Do you not see that this snake that you have come to aid has been uttering naught but self-serving fallacies since you called her out of this very classroom?”

The former vice president’s eyes grew unfocused as she wildly condemned,

“Monika must suffer! Monika must die! I shall not release this snake until she has taken her own life! She can harm us no longer once she is dead!”

Sayori watched Yuri’s desperate sermon with shock as she asked,

“W-what are you saying, Yuri!?”

A sudden grin then grew on Yuri’s lips as she felt her old wounds from the original playthrough. Then, with a bloodthirsty tone, she maniacally proposed,

“Listen! All I have to do is compel this snake to stab herself! She will stab herself twice through the ribs to mangle her innards and spill her guts all over this wretched space. It shall be immensely painful, but it shall not kill her outright! The snake will be in so much pain that she will wish that she were dead!”