𝘿𝘿𝙇𝘾 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 & 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨

↤ ǫғʜɢ ɴʟᴍʀᴘᴢ ↦

Sayori.chr

* No.

* You weren't going to believe this.

* This.... this wasn't real. She was fine yesterday!!! So why was she...

* You couldn't believe it. You just couldn't. This had to be a nightmare.

* Sayori wouldn't kill herself. She was getting better. She was fine. She wasn't hanging lifelessly in front of you. She was fine. She was fine.

* This wasn't real.

* This wasn't real.

* This wasn't real.

* This wasn't real.

Your device has encountered an unexpected error. Restart?

Monika

"What do you mean, you had a bad dream?" Monika exclaimed in moderate concern. The look on your face was worrying her. "It's okay, Y/N. It wasn't real. You're safe here."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I just..." You hesitated, glancing down at the desk. Worried that she'd ended up offending you, Monika gently placed her hand over yours.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," she sighed. "I shouldn't have said that. Dreams can feel horribly real sometimes, you know? But that's just it. For better or worse, they're only dreams."

You nodded and swallowed hard, trying to pull your thoughts away from your nightmare. "Mm-hmm. It just... it felt so real, and I just..."

"That's completely okay. Sometimes, reality is hard to differentiate from whatever your brain has come up with." Monika offered a gentle smile, her eyes softening. "But no matter what, I'll always be here for you, okay? I promise."

You couldn't help but smile in return, your fears dissipating a little at the warmth behind her words. "Thank you, Monika."

Natsuki.chr

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

Yuri.chr

How long have you been sitting there, appalled and paralyzed, staring at Yuri's body? It felt like it had been days. You couldn't bring yourself to move.

The poem she'd given you lay discarded on the floor next to you. The knife in her hand had slipped from her limp fingers onto the floor. The blood drying on the floor didn't look crimson anymore.

How long had you been sitting there?

You didn't know. You'd collapsed soon after Yuri had, your knees giving out from under you. You didn't know if it hurt when you hit the ground, but you couldn't care less. It paled in comparison to the absolute fucking insanity you'd witnessed.

You felt hollow. Empty. Unreal.

Why?? Why would she do this???

You stopped crying yesterday. Your body couldn't handle it anymore. If you could, you would. You wanted to. You wanted to sob as hard as you could. But you couldn't. Your body was exhausted. It felt like your emotions were trying to tear their way out of your body, like your heart was trying desperately to force its way out of your chest. Words couldn't encapsulate what you felt, staring at Yuri's corpse.

You didn't know how long you'd been sitting there, watching her bleed out. But you didn't know if you could even bring yourself to move.

MC

...

Who?

He's gone. 

He vanished.

He never existed.

He was never meant to stay anyway.

He only existed as a vessel for you.