Love and Litterature

ACT 2: THE WEEKEND

 You couldn't describe the heart attack you almost had this morning. Yuri wanted you to help her with something, and that could only mean something bad.

You walked to the club room, and reached for the handle. You could go home now, say you were sick, anything to get out of this.

There was nothing you could really do at this point, so you opened the door, and were instantly greeted by Yuri, who was sitting on a table, seemingly waiting for you to arrive.

"I read your poem last night."

Her tone hints that she liked it, but not in a way you were really comfortable with. As you go to sit, you hear Yuri fumbling with the door, and then a faint click. You turn around rapidly, and see that she'd jammed the lock in place, trapping herself with you, or as you think of it, you with her. You do your best not to convey the utter panic coursing through your mind, remaining as calm as you can.

"Well, I needed you to.. Help with something." Yuri mutters, sitting down uncomfortably close to you.

You don't know how to politely tell her she may need help with more than just one thing.

She reaches into her bag, and pulls out a roll of paper, setting it on the table before running off to get a drink of water and borrow some paints, wrenching the door open.

You could escape now if you wanted to, but you have a feeling Yuri wouldn't object to following you home.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, until Yuri returns, hauling several armfuls of paint.

She sets them down, and paints, humming a tune that is strangely familiar, but you aren't sure why. You watch quietly, not wanting to get closer than you have to.

After Yuri stops painting, and stands up, she reaches into her bag again. You feel yourself cringe as the faint sound of metal scraping against metal emanates from the bag, but she instead pulls out a piece of paper, and shoves it under your nose.

Instantly, your nose is assaulted by the smell of... is that urine?!

You scoot back, but Yuri isn't letting up. She keeps the 'poem' near you, giving you no choice but to take it.

At the top of the page are random letters, which you tell yourself is a title.

'Mdpnfbo,jrfp' is what she called it, and it was the weirdest thing you'd ever read.

ed,,zinger suivante,,tels handknits finish,,cagefuls basinlike bag octopodan,,imbossing vaporettos rorid easygoingnesses nalorphines,,benzol respond washerwomen bristlecone,,parajournalism herringbone farnarkeled,,episodically cooties,,initiallers bimetallic,,leased hinters,,confidence teetotaller computerphobes,,pinnacle exotically overshades prothallia,,posterior gimmickry brassages bediapers countertrades,,haslet skiings sandglasses cannoli,,carven nis egomaniacal,,barminess gallivanted,,southeastward,,oophoron crumped,,tapued noncola colposcopical,,dolente trebbiano revealment,,outworked isotropous monosynaptic excisional moans,,enterocentesis jacuzzi preoccupations,,hippodrome outward googs,,tabbises undulators,,metathesizing,,sharia prepostor,,neuromast curmudgeons actability,,archaise spink reddening miscount,,madmen physostigmin statecraft neurocoeles bammed,,tenderest barguests crusados trust,,manshifts darzis aerophones,,reitboks discomposingly,,expandors,,monotasking galabia,,pertinents expedients witty,,chirographies crachach unsatisfactoriness swerveless,,flawed sepulchred thanksgiver scrawl skug,,perorate stringers gelatine flagstones,,chuses conceptualization surrejoined,,counterblasts rache,,numerative,,delirifacients methylthionine,,mantram dynamist atomised,,eternization percalines hryvnias pragmatizing,,reproachfulnesses telework nowts demoded revealer,,burnettize caryopteris subangular wirricows,,transvestites sinicized narcissus,,hikers meno,,degassing,,postcrises alikenesses,,sycophancy seroconverting insure,,yantras raphides cliftiest bosthoon,,zootherapy chlorides nationwide schlub yuri,,timeshares castanospermine backspaces reincite,,coactions cosignificative palafitte,,poofters subjunctions,,aquarian,,theralite revindicating,,cynosural permissibilities narcotising,,journeywork outkissed clarichords troutier,,myopias undiverting evacuations snarier superglue,,deaminise infirmaries teff hebephrenias,,brainboxes homonym lancelet,,lambitive stray,,inveigled,,acetabulums atenolol,,dekkos scarcer flensed,,abulias flaggers wammul boastfully,,galravitch happies interassociation multipara augmentations,,teratocarcinomata coopting didakai infrequently,,hairtails intricacy usuals,,pillorise outrating,,cataphoresis,,furnishings leglen,,goethite deflate butterburs,,phoneticising winiest hyposulphuric campshirts,,chainfalls swimmings roadblocked redone soliloquies,,broking mendaciousness parasitisms counterworld,,unravellings quarries passionately,,onomatopoesis repenting,,ramequin,,mopboard euphuistically,,volta sycophantized allantoides,,bors bouclees raisings sustaining,,diabolist sticks dole liltingly,,curial bisexualisms siderations hemolysed,,damnabilities unkenneling halters,,peripheral congaing,,diatomicity,,foolings repayments,,hereabouts vamosed him,,slanters moonrock porridgy monstruous,,heartwood bassoonist predispositions jargoon dominances,,timidest inalienable rewearing inevitably,,entreating retiary tranquillizing,,uniparental droogs,,allotropous,,forzati abiogenetic,,obduration exempted unifaces,,epilating calisaya dispiteously coggles,,vestmented flukily ignifying complished hiccupy municipalize,,pentagraphs parcels sutler excavates,,stardust miscited thankfulness,,fouter pertused,,overpacks,,guarishes hylotheism,,pi

And the paper... the paper stank. You held it as far away as you could without being unable to read the words, but with the blood and other liquid stains, it was a miracle you could read it at all. Yuri smiled at you the entire time.

"Isn't it lovely?!"

"What the hell did you just give me?!"

Yuri's smile widened. "I gave you perfection! Aren't you happy?!"

"NO, THIS IS A NIGHTMARE!" you yell back.

Yuri's smile fades, and she tenses up.

"You don't like my poem?"

"NOT AT ALL!"

Yuri then reaches into a pocket, and draws a kitchen knife the size of her forearm.

"I guess my purpose is forfeit!"

"W-what are you-"

Yuri slammed the knife into her side, a maniacal grin on her face.

"FORFEIT!" she repeated, removing the now blood-sodden blade.

She jabbed the knife into her side again, staring you dead in the eyes as her gray blazer went crimson, her sodden with her own blood.

"I... haah... see why obsession is unhealthy now..." Yuri wheezed, raising the knife up to her chest, right above her heart.

You felt completely paralyzed, but just before Yuri rammed the blade full force into her, you had the urge to stop her, but it was far too late.

"I did... truly love you, did I not?" Yuri wheezed, before crumpling to a heap on the floor, crimson blood pooling around her, glittering in the setting sun. you sat down, not sure what to do at all. You sat in the classroom, watching as the sun set.

After a while, you checked your phone, but not a single text was sent from your mother, asking where you were, so you sat in silence, watching the blood dry.

You'd sat Yuri up, and tried to have a conversation with her as the night passed, but her glossy eyes just freaked you out. Eventually, you managed to find a place to lie down without it feeling like she was watching you, and you slept.

That was, until you heard the club room door open, and light footsteps enter the room.

"... shh, Monika, I think they're sleeping... must have gotten here pretty early, huh?"

"Ah... yes, go wake them up, please."

You heard Natsuki's gentle footsteps, but then they stopped.

Natsuki let out a scream.

"EUGH! M-MONIKA! YURI'S-"

"... What-"

Natsuki just responded with a gag before Monika could even finish talking, and suddenly, she vomited, sprinting out of the room.

"AGH, SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!" Monika yelled, stomping her foot.

"DO WHAT!?" you yell, grabbing the kitchen knife off of the floor. "YOU ORCHESTRATED THIS!?"

"Oh, don't jump to conclusions, sweetie." Monika purred, trying her best to keep her calm and composed demeanor in the face of an angry, knife wielding teenager.

"FIRST SAYORI, THAN YURI, WHO'S NEXT!?"

"Well... now that all of those... distractions are out of the way..." Monika says sweetly as she kicks Yuri's corpse over, approaching you, grabbing your wrist, and forcing you to drop the knife.

"It's just Monika now, isn't that sweet?~"